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him, тАШIfs were strewn everywhere.тАЩ

AndawyrтАЩs face became unexpectedly resolute. Ifs notwithstanding, Hawklan loomed large in all
considerations of those events.

Pivotal.

Andawyr recognized that something in his wiser self was prompting him. The word тАШparadoxтАЩ had come
too glibly; it had misled him. The water over the rock was no paradox, he knew. It was simply the
outcome of forces within and without the water which, at least in principle, were calculable. His
relinquishing of fretful questions in order to reach an answer was a little more mysterious but was at least
based on his own tested and quite consistent past observations. And Hawklan? Healer and warrior. No
real paradox there тАУ no inherent contradictions. It was the duty of those who had the ability to stand
between the less fortunate and harm, be it with poultice or sword. Hawklan was simply skilled at both,
and skilled far beyond the average. He was . . .

Pivotal.

The word lurched Andawyr back into his deeper concerns. Although clarity was being denied him in
these he had throughout an impression of movement, of turning, of innumerable spiralling ways coming
together, joining. He trusted such instincts. Many times, vague though they were, they had pointed him in
a direction that had subsequently proved fruitful. They were not enough in themselves to lead to
conclusions but he knew that nothing else would be forthcoming. His walk through the hills had been
helpful after all.

He would follow this instinct. He would go and see Hawklan. At the least, it would be good to see him
again. And good to see Anderras Darion again too. The prospect brought him to his feet. There was a
considerable interchange of visitors between Anderras Darion and the Cadwanol but somehow there had
always been something here that needed his immediate attention whenever he had thought about returning
there himself.

тАШAlways allowing the urgent to displace the important,тАЩ he said, repeating the reproach he frequently
gave to others. Well, not this time. This time he would go and see his old friend тАУ and talk тАУ and talk тАУ
and talk. And prowl around that marvellous old citadel.

He nodded to himself, well satisfied.

Then, suddenly, he started, alarmed.

Something had touched him тАУ touched his mind. Something feather-light and cautious тАУ but strange . . .
and disturbingly feral.

There were no dangers around here, a faint breath of reason whispered to him. Not of any kind. But his
older senses gave the assurance the lie. And it was a very alert leader of the Cadwanol who slowly
turned round to see silhouetted on an outcrop above him, and watching him intently, a large grey wolf.

Chapter 2

Andawyr started violently and only just managed to prevent himself from lashing out with the Power to
defend himself. The effort left him breathing heavily but with icy control.