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Copyright ┬й 1999, Roger Taylor
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First published by Headline Book Publishing in 1999.
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The Return of the Sword

Roger Taylor

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Chapter 1

The water had travelled a long and ancient journey, Andawyr mused as he dipped his hand into the
stream and splashed his flushed face; mountain, sea and cloud, over and over, ever changing, ever the
same. And though it shaped the land, it ran through his fingers unresisting. He gave a grunt of approval at
the coolness it brought, then sat back, closed his eyes, raised his face towards the sun and took a long,
slow breath. As it filled his lungs, the mountain air seemed to carry the sunlight through his entire frame. It
mingled with the bubbling clatter of the stream and he felt the tension brought on by his too-rapid walking
through the hills ease.

тАШSimple pleasures,тАЩ he said to the flickering shapes dancing behind his eyelids. тАШSimple pleasures. Being
here is enough.тАЩ

It was no new thought, but it had as much meaning for Andawyr now as whenever it had first come to
him. Not that he could remember when that had been, he reflected. It was as though he had always
known the truth of this. But that could not have been so, for such a realization could only be attained after
a great struggle. Or could it? Children often had it тАУ that sureness of touch in their lives. Eyes still closed,
AndawyrтАЩs nose curled. He compromised. Perhaps the realization тАУ the insight of the child тАУ could only
be rediscovered after a great struggle. Yes, that would do. He chuckled softly тАУ he already knew that,
too.

тАШYouтАЩre rambling, you old fool,тАЩ he said into the warm air. HeтАЩd not come here to mull over his own
long-learned ways of dealing with his life . . .

He opened his eyes and propped himself up on his elbows. тАШBeing here is enough,тАЩ he said again, testing
the words thoughtfully. They were all that could be said, but necessarily they were only a pale reflection
of a truth that was, perhaps, inexpressible.

Many things were thus, but not all were so easily accepted. Or so benign.