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the animal life that filled this Kamarg in abundance,
as it had filled the Kamarg that they had left.

To him it was the quintessence of order, but to her
it was simply pleasurable to look atЧsomething "beau-
tiful," to admire, in fact, for its "wildness."

Only Bowgentle, the philosopher poet, Ms old friend,
had an inkling of what he meant and even then Bow-
gentle believed that it reflected not on the nature of the
landscape but on the particular nature of Count Brass's
mind.

"You're exhausted, disorientated," Bowgentle would
say. "The ordering mechanism of the brain is working
too hard, so you see a pattern to existence that, in fact,
only stems from your own weariness and distur-
bance ..."

Count Brass would dismiss this argument with a
scowl, don his armour of brass and ride away on his
own again, to the discomfort of his family and friends.
He had spent a long while exploring this new Kamarg
that was so much like his own save that there was no
evidence of mankind's ever having existed here.

"He is a man of action, like myself," Dorian Hawk-
moon, Yisselda's husband, would say. "His mind turns
inward, I fear, for want of some real problem with
which to engage itself."

"The real problems seem insoluble," Bowgentle
would reply, and the conversation would end as Hawk-
moon, too, went off by himself, his hand on the hilt of
his sword.

There was tension in Castle Brass, and even in the
village below, the folk were troubled, glad of their es-
cape from the terror of the Dark Empire, but not sure
that they were permanently settled in this new land so
like the one they had left. At first, when they had ar-
rived, the land had seemed a transformed version of the
Kamarg, its colors those of the rainbow, but gradually
those colors had changed to more natural ones, as if
their memories had imposed themselves on the land-
scape, so that now there was little difference. There
were herds of horned horses and white bulls to tame,
scarlet flamingoes that might be trained to bear riders,
but at the back of the villagers' minds was always the
threat of the Dark Empire somehow finding a way