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midnight tide. Actually, he said a great deal more when I
told him what you wanted. But he knows men who would
sail even a cargo of the dead for gold.тАЭ
тАЬTomorrow,тАЭ Mathom murmured. He glanced at
Morgon and then at Raederle, who was staring silently at
the pooling candle, her face set as for an argument. He
seemed to make his own surmises behind his black,
fathomless gaze. She lifted her eyes slowly, sensing his
thoughts.
тАЬI am going with Morgon, and I am not asking you to
marry us. ArenтАЩt you even going to argue?тАЭ
He shook his head, sighing. тАЬArgue with Morgon. IтАЩm
too old and tired, and all I want from either of you is that
somewhere in this troubled realm you find your peace.тАЭ
She stared at him. Her face shook suddenly, and she
reached out to him, tears burning down her face in the
torchlight. тАЬOh, why were you gone so long?тАЭ she
whispered, as he held her tightly. тАЬI have needed you.тАЭ
He talked with her and with Morgon until the candles
buried themselves in their holders and the windows grew
pale with dawn. They slept most of the next day, and then,
late that evening, when the world was still again, Morgon
summoned his army of the dead to the docks at Anuin.
Seven trade-ships were moored under the moonlight
carrying light cargoes of fine cloth and spices. Morgon,
his mind weltering with names, faces, memories out of the
brains of the dead, watched the ranks slowly become half-
visible on the shadowy docks. They were mounted, armed,
silent, waiting to board. The city was dark behind them;
the black fingers of masts in the harbor rose with the
swell of the tide to touch the stars and withdrew. The
gathering of the dead had been accomplished in a
dreamlike silence, under the eyes of Duac and Bri Corbett
and the fascinated, terrified skeleton crews on the ships.
They were just ready to board when a horse thudded down
the dock, breaking MorgonтАЩs concentration. He gazed at
Raederle as she dismounted, wondering why she was not
still asleep, his mind struggling with her presence as he
was drawn back slowly into the night of the living. There
was a single dock lamp lit near them; it gave her hair,
slipping out of its jewelled pins, a luminous, fiery sheen.
He could not see her face well.
тАЬIтАЩm coming with you to Hed,тАЭ she said. His hand
moved out of the vivid backwash of centuries to turn her
face to the light. The annoyance in it cleared his mind.
тАЬWe discussed it,тАЭ he said. тАЬNot on these ships full of
wraiths.тАЭ
тАЬYou and my father discussed it. You forgot to tell
me.тАЭ
 He ran his wrist across his forehead, realizing he was