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the darkness and mist.тАЭ Thank you,тАЭ she Dai, but could not move to begin to put them
on.
She began to tremble again, not from the cold. She had drowned in the river! Drowned!
"You must get out of that wet costume,тАЭ Baore said, mistaking


her trembling for cold. But she could not, and in the end Baore helped her, dressing her
like a child, averting his eyes as he did so, which would have made her smile if she had
been capable of it.

He rekindled the fire but the flames did not warm her.

"They will be looking for me, " she managed, her head perhaps spinning a little less.

"We came a distance upstream, my lady, " Baore said.тАЭ They will look downstream
toward the Wynnd.тАЭ

She nodded. It made sense, surprisingly. The trembling in her limbs was fading slowly,
and the visions that had swum in her head were receding. Though she still felt as though
the world spun beneath her, and her feelings were not her own, she closed her eyes and
saw the wraith, the nagar Sianon, hovering before her in the water, luring her, deceiving
her.

"I must find Alaan," she said.тАЭ HeтАФHe might be able to help me find my way through
this.тАЭ

Baore was crouched down across from her, shifting the wood in the fire. He glanced up.тАЭ
You struck a bargain with... her, " he whispered.

She looked up at him, but his gaze dropped to the fire.

Then very softly she said, "How resolute you were to refuse her, Baore Talon.тАЭ

Elise took a long deep breath. She was regaining something like control but even her
senses seemed wrongтАФcontradictory. She was dressed in the clothing of a man and it
felt strangely familiar. Sianon had shunned women's dress, she realized, the memory
coming unbidden.

Elise took up the whetstone Baore had given herтАФSianon's whetstoneтАФand held it a
moment. Stone endured when all else wore away. It seemed at once familiar and
unknown to herтАФas though she could almost remember it. She had a memory of hands
honing a dagger edge on this very stone, so very long ago.

She tucked it securely into a pocket. With an effort she stood. If Hafydd found her thus,
she knew she would not survive a moment.

9
Hafydd had long ago made his bargain with Caibre and was more
dangerous than her
I must find a place of safety to gain control of this transformation,