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missing, and then he could not eat for anger and consternation. He paced the battlements for hours. But
Gwern had known as soon as he awoke what Trevyn had done, and he had run to the walls screaming in
rage.

"Alan, don't fret so." Hal came up beside his brother, encircled his shoulders with a comforting arm.
"Arundel will see the lad through."



"Trevyn has gall," Alan fumed, "taking the old steed out in such weather. Are you not worried, Hal, or
angry?"

"Why, I suppose I am," Hal admitted. "But I like Trevyn's spirit, Alan. He plans his folly with sense and
subtlety. You'll have to keep a_ looser rein on him after this."

Alan snorted. "Worse than folly; it's lunacy! What sort of idiocy must possess the boy? I thought he was
my son!" Alan paused in his pacing long enough to glare at his lovely green-eyed wife.

"He is your son, right enough." Lysse smiled. "Look at Gwern for your answers."

"Gwern!" Alan glanced down from the battlements to where the dun-faced youth stood in the courtyard
pommeling the air in helpless rage. "Gwern is the nuisance that drove him away, you mean? That is no
excuse."

"Nay, I mean that Gwern's passion matches Trevyn's own. The boy is no boy, Alan, but nearly a man,
and he left in anger. What would Gwern do if you shackled him with lessons and books?"

"I do not understand." Alan stood scowling at his golden-haired Elf-Queen. "Are you speaking from the
Sight?"

"From elf-sight and mother-sight." Her misty gray-green eyes widened in proof. "Trevyn hides his
feelings from us constantly, Alan, but he cannot hide them from Gwern. Read Gwern like a weathercock
for your son. Remember how surly he has been these weeks past?"

"What," Alan asked slowly, "does Gwern have to do with Trevyn?"

Lysse shrugged helplessly. "Gwern is Trevyn's wyrd," said Hal.

"Weird enough," grumbled Alan, choosing for the mo┬мment to ignore the esoteric word. Lysse was
staring into nothingness, her eyes as deep as oceans. "Even now Trevyn hides his mind from me," she
murmured. "I can tell that he is alive, nothing more. But Gwern knows more. All morning he has faced
east."

Alan wheeled to look at the youth again; it was true. Lysse went back into her trance, her eyes like
springtime pools in her delicate face.

"Lee!" she exclaimed at last with satisfaction. "He goes