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of his old hatred of the Mabden earl. Glandyth's body had
not been found amongst those who had died at Halwyg,
neither had they found the bodies of his charioteers, his
Denledhyssi. Glandyth had vanishedтАФor perhaps he and
his men had died in some remote battle. It required all
Corum's self-discipline not to let his mind dwell on
Glandyth and what Glandyth had done. He preferred to
think of ways of making Castle Erorn still more beautiful
so that his wife and his love, Rhalina, Margravine of
Allomglyl, would be even more enraptured and would
forget that when they had found her castle it had been torn
down by Glandyth so thoroughly that only a few stones of
it could be seen in the shallows at the bottom of Moidel's
Mount.

Jhary-a-Conel, who rarely admitted such a thing, was
impressed by Castle Erorn. It inspired him, he said, and he
took to writing sonnets, which, somewhat insistently, he


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would often read to them. And he painted passable
portraits of Corum in bis scarlet robe and of Rhalina in her
gown of blue brocade and he painted a fair quantity of self-
portraits, which they would come across in more than one
chamber of Castle Erorn. And Jhary would also pass his
time designing splendid clothes for himself, sometimes
making whole wardrobes, even trying new hats (though he
was much attached to his old one and always returned to
it). His little black-and-white cat with the black-and-white
wings would fly through the rooms sometimes, but most
often it would be discovered sleeping somewhere where it

was most inconvenient for it to sleep.
And so they passed their days.

The coastline on which Castle Erorn was built was well
known for the softness of its summers and the mildness of
its winters. Two, sometimes three, crops could be grown
the year round in normal times and there was usually little
frost and one snowfall in the coldest month. Often it did
not snow at all. But the winter after Erorn was completed
the snow began to fall early and did not stop until the oaks
and the pines and the birches bent beneath huge burdens of
glittering whiteness or were hidden altogether. The snow
was so deep that a mounted man could not see above it in
some places, and although the sun shone clear and red
through the day it did not melt the snow much and that