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тАЬYes.тАЭ She held out her hand, and Eliard took it as if
it were made of chaff and might blow away. He seemed
tongue-tied.
 Tristan said proudly, тАЬWe sailed all the way to Isig
and back, looking for Morgon. Where were you? Where
did youтАФтАЭ Her voice faltered suddenly, oddly. тАЬWhere
did you sail from?тАЭ
тАЬAnuin,тАЭ Morgon said. He caught the uncertain
flicker of her dark eyes and read her thoughts. He said
again, tiredly, тАЬLetтАЩs go in the house; you can ask me.тАЭ
She slid her hand into his free hand, walked with him,
without speaking, to Akren.
She went down to the kitchens to find food for them,
while Eliard lit torches and brushed a tangle of harness
off the benches so they could sit.
He stood looking down at Morgon, kicking the bench
moodily, then said abruptly, тАЬTell me so I can understand.
Why you canтАЩt stay. Where do you have to get to so badly
now?тАЭ
тАЬI donтАЩt know. Nowhere. Anywhere but where I am.
ItтАЩs death to stand still.тАЭ
Eliard scarred the bench with his boot. тАЬWhy?тАЭ he
said explosively, and Morgon drew his hands over his
face, murmuring.
тАЬIтАЩm trying to find out,тАЭ he said. тАЬAnswer the
unansweredтАФтАЭ He broke off at the expression on EliardтАЩs
face. тАЬI know. If I had stayed home in the first place
instead of going to Caithnard, I wouldnтАЩt be sitting here in
the middle of the night wanting to hold dawn back with
my hands and afraid to tell you what cargo I brought with
me to Hed.тАЭ
 Eliard sat down slowly, blinking a little. тАЬWhat?тАЭ
Tristan came back up the stairs then with a huge tray full
of beer, milk, fresh bread and fruit, the cold remains of a
roast goose, butter and cheese. She balanced it on a stool
between them. Morgon shifted; she sat down beside him
and poured beer. She handed a cup to Raederle, who
tasted it tentatively. Morgon watched her pour; her face
had grown leaner, the graceful, sturdy bones more
pronounced.
She was scowling at the head on the beer, waiting for
it to subside before she finished pouring. Her eyes flicked
at him, then dropped, and he said softly, тАЬI found Deth at
Anuin. I didnтАЩt kill him.тАЭ
The breath went out of her soundlessly. She rested the
beer pitcher on one knee, the cup on the other, and looked
at Morgon finally. тАЬI didnтАЩt want to ask.тАЭ
He reached out, touched her face; he saw her eyes
follow the white vesta-scars on his palm as he dropped his
hand again. Eliard stirred.