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within the slab of ancient stone eased through him; his
thoughts, worn meaningless, became quiet again.
He saw a soft leather shoe then and a flicker of leaf-
green cloth. He turned his head and found Raederle sitting
cross-legged on the ledge beside him.
He leaned over precariously and drew her against
him. He laid his face against her long windblown hair and
saw the burning strands beneath his closed eyes. He was
silent for a time, holding her tightly, as if he sensed a
wind coming that might sweep them out of their high,
dangerous resting place.
She stirred a little; her face lifting to kiss him, and
his arms loosened reluctantly. тАЬI didnтАЩt realize you were
here,тАЭ he said, when she let him speak.
тАЬI guessed that, somehow, after the first hour or so.
What were you thinking about?тАЭ
тАЬEverything.тАЭ He nudged a chip of mortar out of a
crack and flicked it into the trees below. A handful of
crows startled up, complaining. тАЬI keep battering my
brains against my past, and I always come to the same
conclusion. I donтАЩt know what in HelтАЩs name I am doing.тАЭ
She shifted, drawing her knees up, and leaned back
against the stone beside her to face him. Her eyes filled
with light, like sea-polished amber, and his throat
constricted suddenly, too full of words. тАЬAnswering
riddles. You told me that that is the only thing you can
keep doing, blind and deaf and dumb, and not knowing
where you are going.тАЭ
тАЬI know.тАЭ He searched more mortar out of the crack
and threw it so hard he nearly lost his balance. тАЬI know.
But I have been here in Anuin with you for seven days,
and I canтАЩt find one reason or one riddle to compel me out
of this house. Except that if we stay here much longer, we
will both die.тАЭ
тАЬThatтАЩs one,тАЭ she said soberly.
тАЬI donтАЩt know why my life is in danger because of
three stars on my face. I donтАЩt know where the High One
is. I donтАЩt know what the shape-changers are, or how I can
help a cairn of children who have turned into stone at the
bottom of a mountain. I know of only one place to begin
finding answers. And the prospect is hardly appealing.тАЭ
тАЬWhere?тАЭ
тАЬIn GhisteslwchlohmтАЩs mind.тАЭ
She stared at him, swallowing, and then frowned
down at the sun-warmed stone, тАЬWell.тАЭ Her voice shook
almost imperceptibly. тАЬI didnтАЩt think we could stay here
forever. But, MorgonтАФтАЭ
 тАЬYou could stay here.тАЭ
Her head lifted. With the sun catching in her eyes
again, he could not read their expression. But her voice