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alone. How could she ever find |he strength and courage to pick up the pieces a second time?
Beside her, Vannor and Parric, the erstwhile companions er daughter, stood at the forefront of the
band of rebels had been sheltered in her Valley during her absence in vjpe otherworldly Phaerie
Realm. Through her constant vigil Хt Hellorin's magic window that had looked out on her own
jSlorld, she had come to know all these folk over the last . 'SponthsЧwith the exception of one, a
stranger; by his color-
; and facial structure a foreigner from across the seas, where
magic of the Forest Lord's window did not reach.
None of these Mortals meant anything to EilinЧsave that
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she couldn't wait for them to leave. The Mage wanted her Valley to herself againЧshe wanted time
to repair the devastation that had been visited upon her by the Weather-Mage Eliseth, and solitude
in which to assimilate the horror of losing a daughter and the pain of her betrayal by the Phaerie
Lord. There was no help for it, however. These people had been Aurian's friends and companions.
They were as stunned as Eilin by the horrors of the day, and she knew they would need to rest and
collect themselves before she could be rid of them at last. They would find no surcease from her,
thoughЧshe had nothing left to give. Let the Mortals shift for themselves!
Of all the folk who had survived the dreadful events of that day, Dulsina, who had scarcely known
the Lady Aurian, seemed best equipped to cope. As she looked around at her devastated companions,
the woman realized that if they were to spend the night in a comparative degree of comfort,
everything would be up to her. Panic had wandered away from the others and was standing with his

back to them, his head bowed, his shoulders slumped in grief and defeat. Even at this distance
Dulsina could hear the bloodcurdling sound of his ceaseless cursing. Sangra was struggling
valiantly, with little success, to stifle her tears. She was grasping the hilt of her sword so
tightly that her hands were a knot of bones, as if by force of arms she could defeat the sense of
dread and desolation that had overtaken her.
Fional, though utterly distraught at the loss of his friend D'arvan, was with the strangerЧthe
exotic man with a tanned face, long dark hair, and the lithe, muscled body of a dancer. The archer
was trying his best to calm the stranger as he cried out loudly in rage and anguish, in some
foreign tongue, while VannorЧdear, good-hearted Vannor, who, up to a moment ago seemed so calm and
collectedЧhad sat down on the ground so abruptly that it looked as though his knees had turned to
water, his hand across his eyes. Worst of all, the Lady Eilin stood unmoving, a little apart from
the others, her eyes blazing with a bleak and terrible light in a face that had been turned to
stone.
Someone would have to take care of them allЧthat much was plain. Perhaps, Dulsina thought, it
might be better if they could leave this unhappy place with its tragic associations and return to
what remained of the rebel campЧif, as she hoped,
tfaeir sanctuary had been spared from the blaze. Her companions, however, seemed unable to rouse
themselves from their ^jjhocked and grieving lassitudeЧand when she tried to persuade the Lady
Eilin, she was repulsed by an impenetrable wall of ice, and behind it, a blaze of suppressed rage
that Seared like flames.
There was little in life that daunted Dulsina, but the way the Mage's eyes looked straight through
her chilled her to the fceart. For her very life, she dared not push Eilin any furtherЧ |br she
was certain that the next time the Lady's dreadful лze turned upon her, it would not be chill with
indifference but burning with wrath. Dulsina, no fool, changed her plans with alacrity. We can
move what's left of the encampment here, she decided briskly. The Gods only know, we'll need some
comforts about us, after the terrible things we've seen and suffered today. The sun will be
setting before much longer, and we must have food and shelter organized before it gets dark.
Already the sun was sinking into the wrack of smoke that bung over the Vale like a grim, grey