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"You said I paid for Radzyn. How?" He thought of Brenlis.
The lovely features drew into an expression of shock. "Not with pain. I am not so cruel as all
that. You paid with belief. "
Of course. What other coin would Deity accept?
"Is it possible to do the same forтАФ-"
"Which one?"
As unable as he had been to choose a castle to destroy, neither could he choose one to save.
She was smiling again. Her eyes were green and then blue, black and then hazel and then gray. Her
hair was spun sunlightтАФno, fiery redтАФno, soft brownтАФblackтАФ-pure silver. She was his mother and
Sioned and Andrade and Hollis and Brenlis and even Alasen.
"You see how difficult power can be. One more will fall. But which?"
She flung all the spheres up into the air. He watched helplessly holding his breath, heart stopped
in his chest. Higher, Higher, seven glowing globes, shrinking to pinpoints of light that circled



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into a crown of stars....
тАвтАвAndry? My Lord, wake up." The voice was urgent, familiar. "Andry!"
He opened his eyes. Evarin; only him. "Where is she?" he muttered thickly.
The Master Physician sagged with relief. "About time you came out of it. Don't worry about
Princess Alasen. She's on her way to Feruche. She should get there tomorrow sometime. I had a look
earlier, while you were sleeping. Then this fever came over you like a summer squall, and it was
all I could do to get a cure down your throat. How do you feel now?"
"Cold." Drenched in sweat, Andry huddled into a sopping blanket.
Evarin produced a dry one that reeked of horse. Andry found the smell comforting. He stripped off
wet clothes and wrapped himself in the wool. Then he drank whatever Evarin gave him and lay back
weakly.
A little Fire glimmered nearby, warming the darkness of a small stone shelter. "Where are we?"
"One of Lord Garic's way stations. Before you ask, we got here on horseback. Undignified, but
there weren't any artists around to note the pose for a commemorative portrait, soтАФ"
"Stop babbling and tell me what happened." Then, looking more closely at Evarin's face, he said
gently, "You've got a fever, yourself. How's the leg?"
The young man shrugged. "It'll do."
"Where'd the horse come from?"
"Your horse, actually. He wandered back. You don't remember?"
"No."
"Well, you got a pretty nasty crack on the head today.
Your memory may play tricks for a while. Anyway, we heard hoofbeats, and you tried some whistle or
other, and your stallion came trotting upтАФwell, limping, actually. You took the stone from his
hoof, andтАФyou really don't remember?"
"None of it. But I'm glad you didn't have to do all the work yourself. I presume we got on the
horse and started riding?"
"I doubt you'd call it that." He grinned tiredly. "Your father'd be appalledтАФor laugh himself
senseless, one of the two, seeing us. And I'm babbling again, so I think I'll let you take the
watch for a while."
''Yes, get some rest. Is there anything to eat?"
"Water and what was in your saddlebags." Evarin reached out and dragged the leather satchels over.