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within his own borders once the people he is fighting
decide to take it beyond the borders of Ymris. I suspected
that before, but even I could not ask the Three Portions to
arm themselves without reason. And to give reason might
have precipitated attack.тАЭ
тАЬYou did that deliberately?тАЭ Duac breathed. тАЬYou left
us so that we would arm ourselves?тАЭ
тАЬIt was extreme,тАЭ Mathom admitted, тАЬbut it was
effective.тАЭ He cast an eye at Rood again, as he opened his
mouth and spoke in a subdued voice.
тАЬWhere have you been? And are you planning to stay
home awhile?тАЭ
тАЬHere and there, satisfying my curiosity. And yes, I
think I will stay home now. If you can refrain from
shouting at me.тАЭ
тАЬIf you werenтАЩt so pig-headed, I wouldnтАЩt shout.тАЭ
 Mathom looked skeptical. тАЬYou even have a warriorтАЩs
hard head. What exactly were you planning to do with
Deth if you had caught him?тАЭ
There was a short silence. Duac said simply, тАЬI would
have sent him to Caithnard eventually, on an armed ship,
and let the Masters question him.тАЭ
тАЬThe College at Caithnard is hardly a court of law.тАЭ
Duac looked at him, a rare trace of temper in his
eyes. тАЬThen you tell me. What would you have done?
If it had been you instead of me here, watching
Morgon... watching Morgon forced to exact his own
justice from a man bound to no law in the realm, who
betrayed everyone in the realm, what would you have
done?тАЭ
тАЬJustice,тАЭ Mathom said softly. Morgon looked at him,
waiting for his answer. He saw in the dark, tired eyes a
distant, curious pain. тАЬHe is the High OneтАЩs Harpist. I
would let the High One judge him.тАЭ
тАЬMathom?тАЭ Morgon said, wondering suddenly,
imperatively, what the king was seeing. But Mathom did
not answer him. Raederle was watching him, too; the king
touched her hair lightly, but neither of them spoke.
тАЬThe High One,тАЭ Rood said. The warriorтАЩs harshness
had left his voice; the words were a riddle, full of
bitterness and despair, a plea for answer. His eyes touched
MorgonтАЩs with a familiar twist of self-mockery. тАЬYou
heard my father. IтАЩm no longer even a riddler. YouтАЩll have
to answer that one, Riddle-Master.тАЭ
 тАЬI will,тАЭ he said wearily. тАЬI donтАЩt seem to have any
choice.тАЭ
тАЬYou,тАЭ Mathom said, тАЬhave stayed here far too long.тАЭ
тАЬI know. I couldnтАЩt leave. IтАЩll leave...тАЭ He glanced at
Duac. тАЬTomorrow? Will the ships be ready?тАЭ
Duac nodded. тАЬBri Corbett said theyтАЩll sail on the