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land-heir. Their voices were low, and they stopped
when she entered, but she saw the faint flush on
Duac's cheekbones. In the pale slashes of his brows
and his sea-colored eyes, he bore the stamp of
Ylon's wild blood, but his patience with Mathom
when everyone else had exhausted theirs was con-
sidered phenomenal. She wondered what Mathom
had said to upset him.

The King turned a dour crow*s eye to her; she
said politely, for bis mood in the mornings was un-
predictable, "I would like to visit Mara Croeg m
Aum for a couple of weeks, with your permission.
I could pack and leave tomorrow. I've been in
Anuin all winter, and I feelЧI need to get away."

There was not a flicker of change in his eyes. He
said simply, "No," and turned to pick up his wine

cup.

She stared at bis back, annoyed, and discarded
courtesy like an old shoe. "Well, I'm not going to
stay here and be argued over like a prize cow out

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of Aum. Do you know who sent me a gift? Map
Hwillion- Only yesterday he was laughing at me for
falling out of a pear tree, and now he's got his first
beard and an eight-hundred-year-old house with a
leaky roof. and he thinks he wants to marry me.
You're the one who promised me to the Prince of
Hed; can't you put a stop to all this? Fd rather
listen to the pig herds of Hel during a thunderstorm
than another spring council arguing with you about
what to do with me."

"So would I," Duac murmured. Mathom eyed
them both. His hair had turned iron-grey seemingly
over night; his sorrow over Cyone's death had
limned his face to the bone, but it had neither
tempered nor bittered his disposition.

"What do you want me to tell them,'* he asked,
"other than what I have told them for nineteen
years? I have made a vow, binding beyond life, to
many you to the man winning Peven's game. If
you want to run away and live with Map Hwillion
under his leaky roof, I can't stop youЧthey know