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тАШTingyr Maelwaedd, and his mother is Lovyan of the Clw Coc.тАЩ

Devaberiel went very still. When had that been? He could still see her face in his mind, a beautiful lass
for all her blunt ears and round eyes, and sheтАЩd been so melancholy about something. But when? that
unusually dry summer, wasnтАЩt it? Yes, and it was twenty-one years ago, all right.

тАШOh by the Dark Sun herself!тАЩ Devaberiel burst out. тАШHere I never even knew IтАЩd gotten Lovva with
child!тАЩ

тАШAnd isnтАЩt that a fine jest?тАЩ Calonderiel said with a crow of laughter. тАШI certainly picked the perfect
bard to answer my question. You have a peculiar fondness for round-ear women, my friend.тАЩ

тАШThere havenтАЩt been that many.тАЩ

When Calonderiel started to laugh, Devaberiel threw a punch his way.

тАШStop howling like a goblin! I want to know about this son of mine. Every detail you can remember.тАЩ

Not many days later, Rhodry was the subject of another discussion, this one in Bardek, far across the
Southern Sea. In an upstairs room of an isolated villa, deep in the hill country of the main island, two men
lounged on a purple divan and watched a third, sitting at a table littered with parchment scrolls and
books. He was grossly fat, as saggy and wrinkled as a torn leather ball, and only a few wisps of white
hair clung to his dark-skinned skull. Whenever he glanced up, his eyelids drooped uncontrollably,
half-covering his brown eyes. He had immersed himself so thoroughly and so long in the craft of the dark
dweomer that he no longer had a name. He was simply the Old One.

The other two men were both from Deverry. Alastyr, who looked fifty but was actually closer to
seventy, was a solid sort with a squarish face and gray hair. At first sight he looked like a typical Cerrmor
merchant, with his checked brigga and nicely embroidered shirt, and indeed, he took great pains to act
the part. The other, Sarcyn, had just turned thirty. His thick blond hair, dark blue eyes, and regular
features should have made him handsome, but there was something about the way he smiled, something
about the burning expression in his eyes, that made most people find him repellent. They both spoke not
a word until the Old One looked up, tipping his head back so that he could see them.

тАШI have gone over all the major calculations.тАЩ His voice was like the rasp of two dead twigs rubbed
together. ThereтАЩs some hidden thing at work here that I donтАЩt understand, some secret, some force of
Destiny, perhaps, that has interfered with our plans.тАЩ

тАШCould it simply be the Master of the Aethyr?тАЩ Alastyr said. тАШLoddlaenтАЩs war was going splendidly
until he intervened.тАЩ

The Old One shook his head no and picked up a parchment sheet.

тАШThis is the horoscope of Tingyr, RhodryтАЩs father. My art is very complex, little Alastyr. A single
horoscope reveals few secrets.тАЩ

тАШI see. I didnтАЩt realize that.тАЩ

тАШNo doubt, because few know the stars as I do. Now, most fools think that when a man dies, his