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swordplay.

"I have it," Garn returned shortly in answer to the
question. "It is yet a long journey." He made no question
of that, still he continued to look at Quaine as if he
waited for some other and more important word from the
Sword Brother.

Quaine made no comment and Garn glanced now from
him into the flames beyond. He was a man whose
thoughts one could never read, though at that moment I
wondered if he were not as well pleased with the result of
the drawing as he might have us believe. I held to a small
shred of doubt that this fortune came to him by luck
alone, although neither Wavent nor Ouse would have lent
himself to any arrangement of favor for even the greatest
lord among us, and Garn was one of the least of that
company when it came to wealth or ranks of kin.

"It is best," Quaine continued, "that those for the shore
take trail together. There is another road leading east and
then north, but it is much older and it may prove difficult
passage. If you ride together then there is aid at hand
should any accident occur."

Garn nodded sharply, thrusting his drawing into his
belt pouch. Then he only spoke four names, making a
question of them: "Siwen, Uric, Farkon, and Dawuan?"
"Also Milos and Tugness," Quaine added.

Now Garn did stare at him, while I let hand go to

sword hilt without my realizing what I did until my fingers
crooked hard about the metal. We might have had old
memories erased as we passed the Gate, but there were
some which lingered. Among the Lords, Tugness was no
friend to any of Garn's household. It was an old feud
which had meant bloodletting once, but now it was only
that we did not friend-visit with them at any season nor
come to a hosting in which they had a part.

Again Garn made his question curt: "Where?"

Quaine shrugged. "I have not asked. Yours lies farthest
north -- the last dale we rode across in our quartering.
Doubtless he will settle south of that."

"Well enough."

"We turn from the road near sunset," Quaine contin-