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"Yes, so we have belatedly come to understand."

Ribela drew back into herself with a slight hiss of dismay.

"They have sent one of themselves. It is an incredible thought."

"But Relkin is a mortal man, doomed to die."

"So an elemental will be lost, voluntarily accepting death." Selera spoke
in awe.

"It is an extraordinary thing," said Lessis. "To so love the world that
one would accept the pain of life."

Bell's eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands together with sudden
excitement.

"It is bound up with the dragon, it must be. But dragons are
impervious to magic, they are hard to glimpse in the patterns of the
predicted future."

"Beyond this understanding, though, we know nothing." Ribela was still
unhappy.

"He cannot describe the mechanics of what he has achieved. How did
he project a dream across a distance of many miles and a range of hills so
that it was shared by dragons and one dragonboy? He has no idea. And
nor do we."

Bell thus adequately described their problem. Relkin had none of the
grammar of witchcraft, the knowledge of how sorcery was done. He could
not describe his elemental, spasmodic responses to danger and extreme
need. And thus he could not answer their questions.

"You have questioned him before, repeatedly. What differences have
you seen in him over that time?"

"Little. He is a young man, but one who has seen more than his share of
the horror in the world. Then, of course, he is a dragonboy."

Selera spoke hurriedly, as if almost afraid to speak blasphemy.

"He claims to worship the Old Gods. Refuses catechism and all but
refuses prayer for the Mother."

Ribela made a silent moue.

"He is particularly keen on Caymo, Lady. The Old God of Luck." Selera's
close-set dark eyes sought Ribela's.