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.Turran remained a perfect gentleman, ever attentive and willing to entertain.She began to fear what might happen.She tried to stay near Gerda, whose basilisk eye could still the passion of a cat in heat.Then Rolf and Uthe disappeared.She thought it another of their jaunts till she discovered their weapons missing."Gerda, where've they gone?" she demanded.Like certain gods, the woman saw the sparrows fall."Where do you think? Kavelin, of course.With help for himself.Who'll be coming home someday, I'll remind you, and be expecting everything as he left it."Why couldn't Rolf stay put? Was he sublimating his love? Or just searching for the spear with his name?Autumn leaves were falling on the Littoral.Would it be getting on winter in Kavelin?The night Rolf left she sat up late with the Tear of Mimizan.Troubled, she used the thing more as a focus for her attention than as a means of checking Bragi's well-being.The jewel suddenly seized her attention.The light within was strong and growing stronger.Bragi was in trouble.The light flashed suddenly, so brightly she was momentarily blinded.At the same instant there was a scream from another room."The children!" she gasped.She rushed toward the sound.It went on and on.Behind her, the ruby painted her bedroom shades of blood.The screamer was Valther."She's here!" the man kept saying."She's here.She's loosed her magic.""Who?" Nepanthe asked repeatedly."Must be Mist," Turran guessed."Nothing else could've done this.""But why?""Who knows the ways of Shinsan?""The jewel," Elana interjected."Before he screamed, it flashed so bright it almost blinded me."Nepanthe's eyes met hers.Neither woman voiced her fear."She's in Kavelin, then," said Turran.He remained thoughtful while.Nepanthe and Elana calmed Valther, who began asking, "What happened?" and "Where am I?""It grows too complex," Turran mused aloud."A three-sided war.Nepanthe, get a couple of horses ready.And weapons.I'll look after Valther.""But.""Looks like we're getting a second chance.Elana, theTear is the most valuable thing in the west right now.Guard it well.If Kavelin goes, get it to Varthlokkur."Things went so fast Elana had no time to protest.Before she exploded in frustration, the brothers had gone.Valther remained puzzled, but seemed determined to rectify his treason.She and Nepanthe stood on a balcony and watched them ride toward the coast road.Turran hoped to overtake Rolf and Uthe.A stir in the gardens caught her eye.She said nothing to Nepanthe, merely peered intently till she could make out a small old man nodding to himself.He had spoken to Bragi at the landgrant.Quick as a bolting rabbit, he scooted out a small side gate.A moment later she gasped.The old man, astride a winged horse, rose toward the moon and sped eastward.TEN: The Closing Circlesi) From the jaws of despairRagnarson collapsed onto a rock.He could scarcely remain awake.The Nordmen gave up their weapons meekly, though puzzledly.They couldn't believe that they had been beaten by lesser men.For Bragi, too, it seemed a dream.It had taken two man-breaking weeks, but he had slipped out of the destroying vise.He had fled Maisak certain he would never escape the Gap.Enemies had lain before and behind him, and there had been no way to turn aside.He had outrun the Captal, almost flying into the arms of the eastern barons, who were pursuing Sir Andvbur Kimberlin, then had made a way to the side, out of the inescapable trap of a box canyon.At least, his enemies had thought it inescapable.While they had taken the measure of one another and he had goaded them into fighting, his men had cut stairs up the canyon wall.Abandoning everything but weapons, they had climbed out one by one.Meanwhile, with a few Trolledyngjans and Itaskians, Ragnarson had harassed the Captal's surviving Shinsaners so they wouldn't get the best of the barons.The desultory, constricted, unimaginative combat between pretenders had taken four days to resolve itself.The barons had had numbers, the Captal sorcery and men fanatically devoted to his child-pretender.Ragnarson felt that, this time, he had won a decisive victory.He had won time.The Captal couldn't muster new forces before winter sealed the Gap.The succession might be determined by spring.And the eastern Nordmen had been crushed.For the moment he and Volstokin commanded the only major forces in Kavelin.If he moved swiftly, while winter prevented external interests from aiding favorites, he could fulfill his commission.And he could return to Elana.If Haroun would let him.What Haroun's plans were he didn't know.He had sent his men up the stone stairs, over mountains, and into the Gap behind the barons.The animals and equipment he had abandoned had become bait.They had rushed to the plunder.Ragnarson's captains, led by Blackfang, had struck savagely.In bitter fighting they had closed the canyon behind the Nordmen.Bragi and a small group had held the stairs against a repeat of his own escape.There was no water in that canyon.Ragnarson's animals had already devoured the sparse forage.The arrowstorm, once the mouth narrows had been secured, had been impenetrable.The Nordmen had had no choice.There had been more to it, as there was to all stories: heroism of men pushing themselves beyond believed limits; inspired leadership by Blackfang, Ahring, Al-tenkirk, and Sir Andvbur; and unsuspected bits of character surfacing.Ragnarson studied Sir Andvbur.His judgment of the young knight's coolness and competence had proven out during Kimberlin's operation around the headwaters of the Ebeler.Under him, the Wessons had shown well against the barons, particularly during disengagement and withdrawal.But the first thing he had done, after getting his troops safely into the box canyon, had been to throw a tantrum."Both leaders think they can handle us later," he had said."You sound bitter.""1 am.Colonel, you haven't lived with their arrogance.Kavelin is the richest country in the Lesser Kingdoms, and that's not just in wealth and resources.There're fortunes in human potential here.But you find Wesson, Siluro, and Marena Dimura geniuses plowing, emptying chamberpots, and eating grubs in the forests.They're not allowed anything else.Meantime, Nordmen morons are pushing Kavelin toward disaster.You think it's historical pressure that has the lower classes rebelling? No.It's because of the blind excesses of my class.Men like Eanred Tarlson could help make this kingdom decent for everybody.But they never get anywhere.Unless, like Tarlson, they obtain Royal favor.It's frustrating.Infuriating."Ragnarson had made no comment at the time.He hadn't realized that Sir Andvbur had a Cause.He decided he had best keep an eye on the man.Blackfang and Ahring took seats beside him."We should get the hell out before Shinsan tries for a rematch," said Haaken."But there ain't nobody here who could walk a mile.""Not much choice, then, is there? Why worry?"Blackfang shrugged [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]