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The Towers Of the Sunset
by L. E. Modesitt, Jr.
Recluce Book Two
Copyright й 1992
Edited by David G. Hartwell
Cover art by Darrell K. Sweet
A Tor Book Published by Tom Doherty Associates, Inc.
175 Fifth Avenue New York, N.Y. 10010


For Eva, and Susan,
For yet unforgotten memories,
and the lessons I should have learned,
and still have not.


PART I - BLADE-MASTER


I

CAN YOU SEE how the pieces fit together? Not just the visible ones, like the towers of the sunset,
but those unseen, like the heart of a man or the soul of a wizard.
Not that you will believe. Patterns work that way, for each individual is captured by her
patterns, even as she must reconcile them.
The lady named Megaera, if indeed merely that, sees all the patterns, yet for all she sees and
says, for all the truth in the Legend, logic and the towers fail. Logic indeed is a frail
structure to hold a reality that must encompass both order and chaos, especially when Black
supports order and White is the sign of chaos.
Even logic must fall to understanding, to those who can laugh at their chains and shatter chaos
and upend order, even more so than the so-called gods and those who call upon them. Or the Furies
that followed the fallen angels of Heaven.
Has there been a god in Candar? Did the angels in truth fall upon the Roof of the World? How
true is the Legend? The patterns supply no answers, but any story must start somewhere, even if
its beginning seems like the ending of another tale, or the middle of a third epic. And patterns
never tell the entire story, the order-masters and the chaos-masters notwithstanding.
As for the towers of the sunset . . .
Though the musician has seen them-the towers of the sunset-rearing above the needle peaks of
the west, who has dwelt there?
Another look and they are no more, just towering cumuli-nimbi, strafing the foothills with the
lashes of the gods. In the gold light of morning, the rivulets of ice would verify the anger of .
..?
What does a house tell of its builder? A sword of its owner? Or of those who stop to admire the
lines of each?
The musician smiles briefly. That is all he can do. That, and bring to music what his eyes have
seen, for he will sing to the Marshall of Westwind, ruler of the Roof of the World, about the
towers of the sunset.
Who else looks at the towers of the sunset? Who built them? The angels of Heaven? The musician