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She smiled. тАЬEven though IтАЩd rather just break him out of the root cellar where heтАЩs being
held and disappear?тАЭ
тАЬI like the direct approach as much as you do, but thatтАЩs a plan that will label you nothing
more than a strong arm with a sword. You will need a different plan: one to confuse your
enemies and keep them off balance.тАЭ
тАЬChytrine will not care.тАЭ
тАЬIt wasnтАЩt of her that I was speaking.тАЭ The Black gave her a golden-eyed stare. тАЬChytrine
is not the only one who desires power in the south. As you become powerful, others will find
reason to oppose you. They are a cautious lot, however, and the more you give them to think
about, the slower they act.тАЭ
 тАЬAnd now youтАЩve given me something to think about.тАЭ She smiled, hearing in the BlackтАЩs
words something Crow had told her back in Yslin. тАЬYes. I think I have a plan to save Crow. All
I need to do isтАжтАЭ
The Black held a hand up. тАЬDonтАЩt say anything, or you will be unable to mention it in the
physical world. If what I glean in flashes from your thoughts is at all accurate, however, this
plan will do as much to confuse your enemies as it will to save Crow тАФ both of which I
applaud heartily.тАЭ
тАЬThank you. And, belatedly, thank you for the warning about the theft of the Jeranese
fragment of the DragonCrown. If you had said nothing, Chytrine would now have it.тАЭ
The Black shook his head. тАЬNo thanks are required. Telling you was all I could do. You
did the hard work, and all the praise is deservedly yours. And now you will save Crow, for
which I shall also be grateful. Go now, daughter, and do what you must. The world requires
it.тАЬ
The Black gestured, and a wave of dizziness washed over Alexia. She blacked out for a
moment, then reappeared in her bed, the din of the tavernтАЩs common room buzzing up
through the wooden floor. The plan sheтАЩd formulated had crystallized in her mind. Throwing
back the blanket, she swung her long legs from the bed and began tugging her boots on.
тАЬCrow, youтАЩve spent a lifetime saving other folks. Starting now, that investment gets paid
back.тАЭ




CHAPTER 2


Will Norrington paced the floor at the foot of the bed, shooting venomous glances at the
powerfully built Vorquelf leaning back against the headboard. тАЬTheyтАЩre going to kill Crow.
How can you just sit there? Some friend you are.тАЭ
Resolute blinked once, slowly, then regarded the youth with a cold, argent gaze. тАЬChoose
your words carefully, boy.тАЭ
A shiver ran down WillтАЩs spine, but the hot fury racing through him didnтАЩt let that chill get
far. тАЬAre you going to kill me because of what IтАЩm saying?тАЭ
тАЬNo.тАЭ The single word came husky and low, more growled than spoken. Because he was
of elven stock, Resolute had long limbs. And, were he standing, the brush of white hair that
ran in a stripe over his skull would have touched the ceiling. Moreover, the Vorquelf lacked
the slender build of most elves. His arms rippled with muscle, and the flesh sheathing them
was amply decorated with arcane tattoos. Scars likewise crisscrossed his skin, with thick
knots standing out on his knuckles.
The VorquelfтАЩs eyes tightened. тАЬYou should choose your words carefully, because youтАЩll