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Nuada cocked a slanted eyebrow. тАЬWell, if there is more to it than beauty, then it keeps its threat well
hidden.тАЭ

Arawn nodded. тАЬThe Powersmiths made it. One of their druids set spells upon itтАФand then he died. It
was meant as a pledge of peace, but now I dare not trust it.тАЭ

тАЬIt does not look much like a sword,тАЭ Ailill interrupted. тАЬDoes it hold some blade in secret that perhaps I
have not noticed?тАЭ

тАЬIt cuts with an edge of sound, young Windmaster,тАЭ came ArawnтАЩs sharp reply. тАЬBut perhaps it is best
that I show you.тАЭ

The Lord of Annwyn gazed skyward then, to where a solitary eagle flapped vast wings beneath the
red-lit heavens. тАЬBehold!тАЭ he whispered, as he thumbed the opal downward, raised the horn to his lips,
and blew.

No sound resultedтАФor at least no sound that even Faery ears could follow. But their bones seemed at
once to buzz within them, and the hair prickled upon their bodies. The solid flesh between felt for a brief,
horrifying moment as though it had turned to water. For an instant, too, the air seemed about to shatter in
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the wake of that absent noise.

And then the airdid break, cracked apart in a file of jagged angles that snapped closed again quick as a
flash of lightning. But not before a series of shapes had leapt through, to congregate in a milling, hairy
horde around the legs of ArawnтАЩs stallion.

They were hounds, or at least they looked like hounds: great rangy beasts with shoulders near as high as
the horsesтАЩ bellies, and narrow heads almost as long as a tall manтАЩs forearm. Their hair was a remarkable
white like sun-bleached bone, and where that hair grew longestтАФupon their backs and in fringes on their
tails and the hind sides of their legsтАФit looked less like fur than feathers. Four parts alone held any color:
their claws were iron black; a deathly gray their tongues; their eyes glowed a startling green. And their
ears, up-pointing like those of a wolf, showed red as a warriorтАЩs blood. They swirled among the legs of
ArawnтАЩs horse like the pale, foaming waves of a cold and greedy ocean. The sound of their breaths was
like thunder.

ArawnтАЩs face froze; a line of moisture condensed upon his brow.

One of the houndsтАФthe largest one, the one with the greenest eyes and the reddest earsтАФlooked up at
him.

Arawn took a ragged breath and pointed toward the eagle that still floated against the sky. Somewhere a
cloud stretched thin enoughp. 5for a single ray of dying sunlight to paint the plain beneath with brazen
glory.

тАЬI would have the life of that bird,тАЭ Arawn said, as though he named his own destruction.