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the mention of their mother, who had been ill for months.

тАЬAh. I see.тАЭ

Back in Eldidd, where heтАЩd been a great lord and one of the High KingтАЩs personal friends, Rhodry
would never have given the two children, one barely out of diapers, a thought. Since he was out on the
grasslands now, he held out his arms to the younger one, Faren, who toddled over and laid both of his
tiny hands into one of RhodryтАЩs callused and weather-beaten palms.

тАЬLetтАЩs go for a walk and let your gramma cook in peace. Val, are you going to come with us?тАЭ

Val shook his head no and grabbed both horses with a grin of triumph. Carrying Faren, Rhodry went
back to his aimless wandering. In the center of camp, near the ritual fire that burned at the heart of every
alardan, he found Calonderiel talking with the king and his young son, who at twenty-six was still a child
by elven standards. They looked too much alike to be anything but father and son, with raven-dark hair
yet pale gray eyes, slit vertically like a catтАЩs to reveal a darker lavender, and they were slender even for
men of the People. Rhodry was honestly shocked to see how deferentially the two of them treated the
banadar, nodding thoughtfully at his remarks, laughing at his little jokes in exactly the same way as the
other men did. When Rhodry joined them, both of them greeted him by holding up their hands, shoulder
high and palm outward, in a gesture of profound respect; yet all his instincts were making him want to
kneel to their royal blood instead.

тАЬIтАЩve wanted to meet you,тАЭ Aledeldar said. тАЬI have great respect for your fatherтАЩs poems.тАЭ

тАЬSo do I,тАЭ Rhodry said. тАЬNot that I understand them very well.тАЭ
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Everyone laughed but Faren, who squirmed round in RhodryтАЩs arms and pointed over his shoulder.

тАЬWhoтАЩs that? SheтАЩs strange.тАЭ

тАЬBeautiful, maybe,тАЭ Calonderiel remarked. тАЬWouldnтАЩt say strange.тАЭ

When Rhodry turned to look, he saw what seemed to be an ordinary elven woman, with waist-length
hair the color of strained honey, bound back in two severe braids, standing among the tents some twenty
feet away. She was wearing an ordinary pair of leather trousers and an ordinary linen tunic, and carrying
a basket of greens in one hand while she watched the men, but she stood so still, and her stare was so
intense, that she did indeed seem strange in some hard-to-place way. Cut off from the bustle around her,
perhaps? Rhodry had the peculiar feeling that she wasnтАЩt really there, that she stood behind some
invisible window and looked into the frantic camp. When Calonderiel gave her a friendly wave, she
turned and walked fast away, disappearing into the constant scurry of people among the tents.

тАЬWhatтАЩs her name?тАЭ Rhodry asked.

тАЬI donтАЩt know,тАЭ Calonderiel said. тАЬDel, does she ride with your alar?тАЭ

тАЬNo. Never seen her before. Well, thereтАЩs a lot of people here. Bound to be a few that we donтАЩt know.тАЭ