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cleaving rock. An entire side of the boulder fell away, leaving the rock with a face clean

and straight. Cheers erupted from the onlookers.

Sweating in the cool mountain air, Kith-Kanan said to Glenforth, "Your hammer

strikes nothing but true blows, Thane of Thanes."

"Your hammer, Great Speaker, like all tools, strikes only as its wielder aims," replied

the dwarf thoughtfully. He blew on his hands and rubbed them together.

"What do you think of that, Ullie?" Kith-Kanan called, looking to his son. The boy

had his head down, a hand pressed to his right cheek. The Speaker frowned. "What's

wrong, son?"

Ulvian looked up slowly to meet his father's eyes. The boy's face showed pain. When

he took his hands away, a small cut could be seen on his cheek. Gazing at the blood

staining his fingers, Ulvian said softly, "I bleed."

"A rock chip hit you," Verhanna said matter-of-factly. "Some landed on me, too."

She shook the folds of her boyish clothes and bits of stone and grit fell out.

Prince Ulvian's face twisted in anger. "I bleed!" he cried. He backed away from his

father and bumped into a wall of courtiers and nobles. They parted for him, and the

panicked prince fled into the crowd.

"Ulvian, come back!" Kith-Kanan shouted. The boy did not heed him.


"Want me to catch him?" Verhanna offered, sure in the knowledge that she was

swifter than her brother.

"No, child. Stay here."

Kith-Kanan summoned his castellan, the elf in charge of his household, Tamanier

Ambrodel. The elderly, gray-haired elf, dressed in a gray doublet and mauve cape,

stepped out of the crowd.

"Find my son, Tam, and take him to a healer if he needs one," said the Speaker.