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heavy muscle, he was a lithe panther of a man, and he took the long step down from
the altar lightly, with the menacing balance of a predatory cat. "Seven bonds of
sorcery and you did not even bother to name the spell against her. I warned you."
"The others broke so easilyтАФ" The Chancellor saw that Mervion had raised her
head to follow his words, and cut himself short. "If she has held outтАФthis one
timeтАФagainst me, that is more, Lord Dan, than many better have accomplished."
The Chancellor held his dark servant's eyes with his own and smiled, as though at
the memory of a past victory that had been very sweet.
Issachar looked away. "I'll relight the lamp," he said.
One of the pair of oil lamps that lit the room had burned dry. The Chancellor
smirked at Issachar's back as the dark warrior took up the oil jar to refill it. He shook
out his silver hair and turned to address Mervion, his tone jocular, almost amused, as
if he hadn't been screaming like a man possessed not moments past.
"Mervion Blas," he said. "I believe you had no idea you could turn a spell of that
power from you."
"Before the Great Twins, anything is possible," Mervion answered. Though her
voice sounded a little wobbly, she was still defiant. "No one in Tielmark rewards
treachery, least of all her gods."
The Chancellor tossed his silver hair and laughed. "What a perceptive child you
are."
Anisia caught her breath, praying that her marriage-sister would resist the taunt.
Mervion's bright feline eyes were sharp and angry under the lank tangle of her
hair. Even now, her hands clasped to cover the bruises Issachar's fingers had
imprinted on her arms, she projected a powerful confidence. She gave her tormentor
a level, scrutinizing stare. "I will fight you while I can."
The Chancellor smirked again. "A good answer, Tielmark's daughter. A new
weapon made of the old metal. Your sire would have been proud."
"ExcellencyтАФ"
"Don't interrupt, Issachar. I know what I'm saying." The Chancellor bent his head
to Mervion's and spoke, his sharp face looming in hers. He took a lock of her bright
hair and wound it round his spider-thin fingers, drawing her head closer to his still.
"You're a hard girl, Mervion Blas. But we will break you. Because now we know the
truth."
"What truth?"
"Why do you think you are here?"
"You made a mistake," Mervion said. Her voice was still very low, but it was
clear from the way she sat, her legs braced underneath her, that she was already
regaining strength, recovering. "Your spells challenged the Great Twins in their own
country, and my suffering is the price of your mistakeтАФeven a modest hedge-witch
like myself can best you. The blood is rotting in your veins. Anyone should be able
to smell that."
Heiratikus hissed, and dropped her hair. Anisia sensed that if Heiratikus had been
alone with Mervion, he would have hit her.
"A bloody destiny brought you hereтАФyou and me both. I've made no mistake.
I'm going to break Tielmark's throne," he said, eyes icy, voice deathly cold. "And
you are going to be the tool by which I do it. I'm going to topple Tielmark's foolish
goddess sisters, and return their sacred mother, Llara Thunderbringer, to her rightful
place of rule. I'll own Tielmark. I'll own you.
"You flatter yourself that you have bested me tonightтАФbut there was no way that
you could have done so, Mervion Blas. I've broken two women on this very altar,