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years. Instead, for more than her lifetime it had been a dwelling alive with those whose love and
camaraderie she cherished the most. Now she was late home from perilous wandering, and she should
sink happily into its welcoming peace. But this morningтАФ

Though she had not realized it, Alon had been a second half of her for longer than their actual marriage.
Yet in the past few days it was as if a drift of time and space had come between them.

It was surely because of HilarionтАФthat adept survival of the Old Time who had taken Alon into training,
knowing him for what he was, born with the greater talents. She had never seen Hilarion, who lived with
the famed sorceress Kaththea Tregarth, half the world away. To her he was but a name, for Alon seldom
mentioned those days before their own meeting.

She had seen him weave magic far beyond the control of any that she knew тАФ but that was only in times
of great danger, and all that was now safely behind them.

Alon had not gone with the rest тАФ Kerovan, Joison, and their son and daughter; Jervon and Elys her
own parents тАФ down to the Herd Marking of the Kioga when the proper colts were chosen for training
and the Kioga camp was a swirl of noise and confusion.

No, for the past days Alon had quietly disappeared into the high tower of this ancient pile, and what he
sought, or what he wrought, there she had no idea. None save that this was a thing which Alon must
choose to tell when and if he would. Still her mind kept pricking her with the thought of Hilarion.

"Eydryth, where is Firdun? He promisedтАФ " Her young brother padded barefooted across the
pavement of the court with a peevish echo in his question.

They had all gotten over the shock Trevor had provided last year, or at least were no longer overridden
by it. On the point of giving birth, his mother Elys had been viciously ensorcelled, hidden away in a state
of half-life.

It had been Eydryth herself who had started the breaking of that spell, years long as it had lasted. Her
mother had been mercifully freed and within moments had given birth. But it was no baby toddling
toward her now. For, having been broken, that power, which had tightly held mother and unborn child
released time as well as captives, and in the weeks following his birth Trevor had caught up bodily and
mentally with the years he had been denied.

"Firdun?" He stood straight before her now, his thumbs looped into his belt, his lower lip outthrust,
taking on the guise of Guret, the Torgian horsemaster, to a comic degree.

Inwardly Eydryth was close to sighing. Firdun, the son of Joison and Kerovan, and recognized by them
all as having talent perhaps even past their own way of measuring тАФ was as unlike his sister Hyana as
day from night. So far the discipline of his parents had held, but he had refused within the past month to
work longer with Alon (of whom Eydryth thought he was jealous).

Perhaps the greatest difficulty of all was the fact he had not been named to the Champions of the
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