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women. Pain assaulted his senses from the abrupt severance of the spell. They needed to ground and
close before the magic backlashed and undid all the good they had achieved so far.

Shouts and the clash of metal echoed in the Hall. What? Who would dare?

Why hadnтАЩt Diddosrwydd warned him of the invasion?

The answer came to him even as another soldier yanked him away from Lotta. Diddosrwydd had been
caught up in the massive healing energy along with the rest of them. The peaceful green aura surrounding
the spell might well have lulled the awareness of the sentries on duty as well.

Henry reached for the sword that had not ridden on his hip in over fifty years. Armed men rushed into
the room. Automatically he noted black braies, black chausses, and chainse covered in expensive black
chain mail. Huge black helms covered their faces. No crests identified them. Henry couldnтАЩt read their
eyes as they kept long swords leveled and their knees bent, ready to spring into action with their
weapons. Momentarily blinded by the backlashing spell, he clutched his temples, trying to stop the
white-hot metaphysical knives from penetrating his eyes. He had to think, had to react. тАЬWhere is my
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sword?тАЭ

Lotto!

A soldierтАЩs work-hardened hands wrestled Resmiranda and her mother from his side. Mathilde escaped
to the corner. Resmiranda jerked and tried to pull away from her restraints. When that failed, she kicked
the manтАЩs shins repeatedly. With no effect.

Diddosrwydd growled once, then snapped her massive jaws at an attacker. Her victim howled in pain.

Henry opened his eyes just in time to see a sword descending upon him. He grabbed the only weapon at
hand, the branched iron candlestand. He whipped the post around in a flying arc as if it were a
quarterstaff. Not his favorite weapon.

тАЬJesu, where did she hide my sword all these years!тАЭ The mailed soldier reared back from the molten
wax and flickering flames. He tripped over Diddosrwydd who menaced another soldierтАЩs throat. A fifth
man drove his sword at the dog. At the last moment the great beast twisted her head to snap at the
danger from behind. The sword missed her, penetrating her victim instead. But he was already dead. The
passing of the soul tore HenryтАЩs mind to shreds. He fought to regain control. Lotta had taught him to
revere all life, share life with all. She had also taught him to guide souls through the pain of death and
know the diminishing of himself at each life lost prematurely. Diddosrwydd felled her next attacker with
one lunge. Henry shook all over, trying desperately to regain something of his warrior youth.

Resmiranda broke free of her captor, dropping to her knees. She retched and clutched her head. Her
eyes glazed in pain. The deaths affected her as well. Run, child. Run for your life!

Mathilde pressed against the tapestry-covered walls near the corner as she muttered her prayers. She
brandished the precious beads as if they would protect her from the man who approached her, sword