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would be. I had no intention of letting them discover the trick..
The Healer followed me, mute, until we drew near theriver. I gestured her ahead to the place where
Yarrel and Chance waited, a dark blot upon the earth between them.. She ran toward them. I tried to say
something to her, command her, but my body had gone dead, as though all the energy which had forced
me to the ruin and into the masquerade had drained away leaving me empty. I felt horror, breathlessness,
an aching void, then fell, hearing as I did so the Healer's voice crying,
"She is dead, dead. "



4тАФThe Wizard Himaggery
I woke with the Healer's hands on my chest, my heart beating as though within them.. Some mysterious
message seemed to move between my eyes and hers, shadowed against the dawn sky.
She said, "Well, this one lives, and he is no Necromancer. Nor, I'll warrant, was it any Wizard's message
which sent you to me. Why did you bring me to her?" She gestured with her chin to the place Tossa lay,
tight wrapped in her own cloak, a package, nothing more.
"I could not have healed her even had she been alive when I came. She is an Immutable, not open to
healing. "
I struggled away from her hands. "I thought, if we brought her outside their landтАж"
"No, no, " she said impatiently, with a gesture of tired exasperation which I was to see often. "No. It is
something they carry in them, as we carry our talents in us. Not all of them have it, but this one was
armored against any such as I. "

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"You could tell? Even with her dead?"
"Newly dead. If I had had great strength, and if she had not been what she was-well, it might have been
done. But, she was what she was. And you are what you are, which is not a Necromancer from
Himaggery's Demesne. "
Chance stepped forward to offer her a cup of tea, his old head cocked to one side like that of a disheveled
bird, eyes curious as a crow's. He made explanation and apology.. I felt no pride at all in the trick I'd
managed, but the Healer seemed slightly amused by it, in a weary way. I would have been amused,
perhaps, if it had worked.. As it was, I felt only empty.
"What happened to me?" I asked.
"It was as though you had been the girl herself, " the Healer answered. "Arrow shot, heart wounded. But,
there was no mark on you. Were you close kin? No, of course not. Stupid of me. She was an Immutable.
What was she to you?"
I didn't answer for I didn't know. The moment passed. What had Tossa been to me? Chance murmured
something by way of identification of her, a guide, a mere acquaintance, daughter of the governor of the
Immutables (at which Silkhands drew breath). What had she been to me? I was terrified, for I could
remember what she had been but felt nothing at all, nothing. The Healer caught my look and laid her
hands upon me. Then it was all back, the agony of loss, the terror of death.
"Will you bear it?" she asked. "Or, shall I heal it?" In that time it seemed an ultimate horror that I could
be healed of the pain while Tossa lay unmourned. I said,
"Let me bear it-if I can." I was not certain I could. They carried her body back to the edge of the trees,
wrapped well against birds and beasts, and buried it under a cairn, leaving a message there to her father
for those who would come searching.. Chance trembled at the thought of that man's anger following us;
the Immu tables were said to be terrible in wrath". We went off to the ruins as I wept and ached and drew
breaths like knives into me. She had been a girl, only a girl. She had been. She was not. I could not