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тАШYouтАЩll be Jaldaric, young man,тАЩ she told him. тАШI hear youтАЩve had troubles of late.тАЩ Jaldaric met her
piercing gaze, but seemed uncertain how to reply. After a moment, she nodded. тАШYouтАЩll live, Jaldaric, son
of Eldric. YouтАЩll live,тАЩ she said, a gentleness in her voice and manner belying the seemingly harsh words.

Then, Jaldaric released, she raised her stick horizontally and pointed to each of the others in turn as she
pronounced her conclusions. тАШYour names have come before you as well,тАЩ she said. тАШRede Berryn, an
old High Guard if ever I saw one. YouтАЩve ridden the Watch, havenтАЩt you?тАЩ She did not wait for an
answer, but moved on. тАШTel-Mindor.тАЩ She looked at him intently. тАШSpecial,тАЩ she concluded after a
moment. тАШGoraidin, probably. Fine men.тАЩ Then, тАШAnd last, as is the protocol of the Geadrol, I believe:
Lord Arinndier.тАЩ She inclined her head slightly to Arinndier, who bowed his in reply. тАШDonтАЩt be too
distressed, Lord,тАЩ she went on. тАШYouтАЩre not the first to have been quietly led astray by Sumeral and his
agents.тАЩ

тАШYou must be Memsa Gulda,тАЩ Arinndier said as courteously as he could.

But Gulda, her inspection complete, was gracious. тАШI am indeed,тАЩ she said. тАШAnd this is Tirilen, a healer,
and daughter to Loman, HawklanтАЩs castellan. Welcome to Anderras Darion, all of you. WeтАЩre honoured
to have you here and you come at a propitious time . . .тАЩ Unexpectedly, she chuckled. тАШWeтАЩve just
routed an ally.тАЩ

Then, without offering any explanation for this remark, she turned and stumped off through the Gate,
beckoning the men to follow.

тАШYouтАЩll want to tend your own horses, I presume,тАЩ she said as they strode out to keep up with her. тАШIтАЩll
show you to the stables, thenтАЩ тАУ she signalled to a young apprentice who had been hovering like a tiny
planet some way from this weighty group тАУ тАШthis young man will show you to your rooms. YouтАЩll be able
to bathe and change out of your travelling clothes. Then we can eat and talk.тАЩ She nodded to herself.
тАШConsiderable talkers, you Fyordyn, as I remember. IтАЩll look forward to it. IтАЩve no doubt weтАЩve a great
deal of news for one another.тАЩ

тАШThat would be most welcome, Memsa,тАЩ Arinndier said. тАШBut we need nothing to eat at the moment. The
villagers on the way have been more than generous.тАЩ

Gulda nodded again. тАШThatтАЩs as may be, young man,тАЩ she said. тАШBut IтАЩm ravenous. ItтАЩs been a long walk
today and IтАЩve had nothing but camp fodder for the past few days.тАЩ And without further comment she
walked off into the Castle.

Some while later the Fyordyn were ushered into a large room. A blaze of glowing radiant stones formed
a focus for the warmth that filled it and a bright but mellow torchlight brought alive the carvings of rural
scenes which decorated the walls. The ceiling was a great skyscape in which huge heavily laden clouds
seemed to make a slow, endlessly changing progress.

The four men were soon lounging luxuriously in the long-stored sunlight being released by the torches
and the fire. For the most part, they were silent; even Jaldaric, who had seen the Castle before, was
awed by the craftsmanship and beauty that he found surrounding him once again.

Of the four, Rede Berryn was the most vocal, moving from carving to carving like an excited child
examining his Winter Festival gifts.
 тАШThis place is amazing,тАЩ he said finally, flopping down noisily on to a long, accommodating settle, and
carefully straightening his stiff leg. тАШLook at those torches. And those radiant stones. They splutter and