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orders that he should never come out of it. One
night, fifteen years after his birth, Ylon heard a
strange harping from the sea, and such was his love
of- it, and desire to find its source, that he broke
the bars on his window with his hands and leaped
into the sea and vanished. Ten years later Oen
died, and to his other sons' surprise, the land-

Heir of Sea and Pire

rule passed to Ylon. Ylon was driven by his own
nature back to claim his heritage. He reigned only
long enough to marry and beget a son who was as
dark and practical as Oen, and then he went back
to the tower Oen had built for him and leaped to his
death on the rocks below." She touched the tiny
net, squared a comer. "It's a sad tale." A frown
strayed into her eyes, absent, puzzled, as if she had
almost remembered something, but not quite.
"Anyway, Ylon's face appears once or twice a cen-
tury, and sometimes his wildness, but never his ter-
rible torment, because no one with his nature has
ever again inherited the land-rule. Which is fortu-
nate."

"That's true." The pig-woman looked down at the
pipe in her hand, which had gone out during her lis-
tening. She tapped it absently against the tree root.
Raederie watched an enormous black sow nudge her
way through the clearing in front of them to loll
panting in the shade.
"It's almost Dis*s time."
The pig-woman nodded. "They'll all be black as

pots, too, sired by Dark Noon."

Raederie spotted the boar responsible, the great
descendant of Hegdis-Noon, rooting among the old
leaves. "Maybe she'll bear one who can talk."

"Maybe. I keep hoping, but the magic, I think,
has gone out of the blood and they are born silent."

"I wish a few of the Lords of An had been bom

silent."

The pig-woman's brows flicked up in sudden

comprehension. "That's it, then."