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my ears so I could hear the sea, and, Duac, that's
when I become afraid for him. He has been gone
so long; there has not been one word from him for
a year, and no one in the realm has beard so much
as a harp-note from the High One's harpist. Surely
the High One would never keep Morgon so long
from his land. I think something must have hap-
pened to them in Isig Pass."

"As far as anyone knows, the land-rule hasn't
passed from Morgon," Duac said comfortingly, but
she only shifted restlessly.

"Then where is he? At least he could get a mes-

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sage to his own land. The traders say that every
time they stop at Tol, Tristan and Eliard are there
at the dock waiting, hoping for news. Even at Isig,
with all they say happened to him, he managed to
write. They say he has scars on his hands like
vesta-homs, and he can take the shape of trees . . ."

Duac glanced down at his own hands as if he
expected to see the withered moons of white homs
in them. "I know . . . The simplest thing to do
would be to go to Erienstar Mountain and ask the
High One where he is. Ifs spring; the Pass should
be clearing. Eliard might do it."

"Leave Hed? He's Morgon's land-heir; they'd
never let him leave."

"Maybe. But they say there's a streak of stub-
bornness long as a witch's nose in the people of
Hed. He might." He leaned over the ledge sud-
denly; his head turned towards a distant, double-
colunm of riders making their way across the
meadows. "Here they come. In full plumage."

'mo is it?"

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"I can't . . . blue. Blue and. black retinue; that
would be Cyn Croeg. He appears to have met
someone green ..."

"Hel."