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insight into his enemy's heart as keen as a sword's edge."

("Excuse me, Melior, but that really doesn't explain how you came to be
mugged on 116th Street," Naomi said. Melior nodded. "Forgive me,
Mistress Naomi, but I had rather tell too much than not enough-and this
is not a tale I care to tell twice.") "Be such things as they will-the
Treasures are twelve and in the wardship of the Seven Houses of the
Twilight, and the particular care of Line Rohannan of the House of the
Silver Silences is the Sword.

"But never had I seen the Sword, though I was much past the age when
its secrets ought to have been entrusted to me. Our land had been at
war, and lest any be tempted to bring the Treasures to the field of
battle and use them, brother against brother, they were hidden away in
various wise, and only a few knew their hiding.

"So Baligant was proclaimed, and the date for his wedding and accession
set, and those with Treasures in their care set themselves to retrieve
them, as my father set me.

"And thus was Baligant's subtlety and guile made patent, and the way to
his revenge made clear, because the Kingmaking is a ritual that
requires all the Twelve Treasures to be present, and the lineage that
does not come before the High Seat upon that day with the Treasure
entrusted into its care may never come before it again: all rank and
seizin are forfeit, and that line is forever banished from the Twilight
Lands."

("And when you got to the wherever-it-was, your sword wasn't there,
right?" Michael said. Melior nodded.

"I could write this turkey by mail," Philip said.

"Get a new scriptwriter, Philip," Ruth said.

"Now, children," Naomi said.) "The Sword of Maiden's Tears was not
where my father had left it. I sought it within and without the land,
always aware that the time draws near that Line Rohannan will be called
upon to present it to the High King, and aware of what will befall us
do we not.

"And thus, in the end, such fear made me overhasty. I achieved the
Sword at last, but in my haste allowed myself to be whelmed by magic
and cut loose from the worlds; so loosed, I fell, as I must, down
through the worlds until I reached the World of Iron, than which there
is none lower that we know of.

"The Sword fell with me; such is its magic that even then all was not
lost-though the way be filled with hazard, it was not impossible that
in the end I would regain my own fair Chandrakar."