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he drain of its forces weaken; as though what he himself felt had somehow run down through the point of connection into Camaris as well。
〃Forgiven 。。。〃 the old knight croaked。 〃Yes。 Let all be 。。。〃
There was a wavering at the center of the darkness that was the Storm King。 For a moment; the scarlet light grew less; then died。 A glowing red haze leaked free; agitated as a swarm of bees。 In the center of the shadows; wreathed in smoke; the pale visage of King Elias shimmered into existence; his face contorted in pain。 Wisps of smoke curled from his hair。 Flames darted on his cape and shirt。
〃Father!〃 Miriamele's entire being seemed in her cry。
       The king turned his eyes to her。 〃Ah; God; Miriamele;〃 he breathed。 His voice was not entirely human。 〃He has waited too long for this。 He will not let me go。 I was a fool; and now 。。。 I am 。。。 repaid。 I am sorry 。。。 daughter。 〃 He convulsed; and for a moment his eyes blazed red; though his knotted features still remained。 〃He is too strong 。 。。 his hate is too strong。 He will。 。。 not。。 。 let me 。。。go。。。。〃
His head began to sag。 Emberlight bloomed in the cavern of his mouth。
Miriamele shouted wordlessly and lifted her arms。 Simon felt rather than saw some fleeting thing snap past him。  A feathered white shaft sprouted from Elias' breast。 For a heartbeat the king's eyes were his own once more and his gaze locked with Miriamele's。 Then his features twisted。 A roar louder than thunder tore from the king's gaping mouth and Elias toppled backward into shadow。 The roar became an echoing; impossibly loud shriek that seemed to have no ending。
       For a fleeting instant Simon felt an impossibly cold something scrabbling at the place where the dragon's blood had entered his heart; seeking to find refuge in him if its other host was denied to it。 The thing's hunger was all…swallowing and desperate。
       No。 You do not belong here。 Simon's thought echoed Binabik's words。
The clawing thing fell away; shrieking soundlessly。
Flames climbed up and outward where the king had stood; mushrooming beneath the roof of the bellchamber。 A terrible cold blackness was at the center of them; but as Simon watched in shattered awe; it began to fragment into darting shadows。 The world tipped again; and the tower shuddered。 Bright…Nail throbbed in his grip; then dissolved in a whirl of black; a moment later; he was holding only dust。 He lifted his trembling hand near his face to stare at the sifting powder; then stopped; astonished。
       He could move again!
       A chunk of stone from the ceiling overhead crashed down beside him; spattering him with sharp fragments。 Simon took a reeling step。 The chamber was afire; as though the stones themselves were burning。 One of the blackened bells tumbled from the cluster at the ceiling and crashed to the floor; smashing a crater in the stone tiles。 Shadowy figures moved around him; their motions distorted by the walls of flame。
       A voice was calling his name; but he stood at the center of fiery chaos and saw no direction in which to turn。 The swirling sky appeared in a jagged opening above his head as more stone fell。 Something struck him。

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Hidden from the Stars

       Tiamak stood awkwardly; waiting。 The duke listened patiently to the two Thrithings…men; then nodded and replied; they turned and walked through the melting snow toward their horses; leaving the duke and the Wrannaman alone beside the fire。
       When Isgrimnur looked up and saw his visitor; he did his best to smile。 'Tiamak; what are you doing standing there? Aedon's Mercy; man; sit down。 Warm yourself。〃 The duke tried to beckon; but his arm sling prevented it。 
       Tiamak limped over and sat down on the log。 For a moment he held his hands before the flames without speaking; then said: 〃I am so sorry about Isorn。〃
       Isgrimnur turned his red…rimmed eyes away and stared across the foggy headland toward the Kynslagh。 It was a long time before he spoke。 〃I do not know how I will tell my Gutrun。 She will be heartbroken。〃
The silence stretched。 Tiamak waited; unsure whether he should say more。 He knew Isgrimnur far better than he had known the duke's tall son; whom he had met only once; in Likimeya's tent。
〃He was not the only one to die;〃 Isgrimnur said at last。 He rubbed at his nose。 〃And there are the living to be taken care of。〃 He picked up a stick and tossed it into the fire; then blinked at it with an intent fury。 Tears glinted on his eyelashes。 The silence grew again; swelling to almost frightening proportions before Isgrimnur broke it。 〃Ah; Tiamak; why wasn't it me? His life was ahead。 I am old。 My life is over。〃
       The Wrannaman shook his head。 He knew there was no answer to that question。 No one could plumb the reasoning of They Who Watch and Shape。 No one。
       The duke dragged his sleeve across his eyes; then cleared his throat。 〃Enough。 Time for mourning will e。〃 He turned back to Tiamak; and the Wrannaman for the first time saw the truth of Isgrimnur's words: the duke was old; a man long past his prime。 Only his great vitality had masked it; and now; as though the struts had been kicked from beneath him; he sagged。 Tiamak felt anger that such a good man should suffer。
       But everyone has suffered; he told himself。 Now is the time to gather strength; to try to understand and to decide what es next。
       〃Tell me what happened; Tiamak。〃 The duke forced himself to sit upright; restoring a semblance of self…discipline he clearly needed。 〃Tell me what you saw。〃
       〃Surely I have little to say that you 。 。 。〃 the Wrannaman began。
〃Just tell me。〃 Isgrimnur shifted his broken arm to a more fortable position。 〃We have a while before Strangyeard can e and join us; but I imagine you have spoken to him already。〃
Tiamak nodded。 〃When I was putting salve on his wounds。 Everyone has stories to tell; and none of them pleasant to hear。〃 He posed himself for a moment; then began。 〃I traveled with the Sithi for what seemed a long time before we found Josua。。。。〃
〃So you believe Josua was dead already?〃 The calmness of the duke's deep voice was belied by the unhappy nervousness of his free hand; which passed in and out of his beard; tugging and plucking。 His beard looked thinner and shabbier; as though he had pulled at it too often in recent days。
       Tiamak nodded sadly。 〃He was struck very hard on the neck by the king's sword。 There was a terrible noise when it hit; a snapping; and then the blood。。。 。〃 The small man shuddered。 〃He could not have survived it。〃
Isgrimnur brooded for a moment; then shook his head。
       〃Ah; well。 I thank Usires Aedon in His mercy that at least Josua did not suffer。 An unhappy man; though I loved him。 An unhappy ending。〃 He looked up at a shout in the distance; then turned his gaze back to the Wrannaman。 〃And you were then knocked senseless yourself。〃
       〃I remember nothing after I heard the bell again。。。 until I awakened。 I was still in the place where the bells hung; but I did not know it at first。 All I could see was that I was surrounded by a whirlpool of fire and smoke and strange shadows。
       〃I tried to climb to my feet; but my head was spinning and my legs would not work properly。 Someone caught at my arm and dragged at me until I could rise。 At first 1 thought I had gone mad; because no one was there。 Then I looked down and saw that it was Binabik who had helped me。
〃 'Hurry;' he told me; 'this place is falling into pieces。' He pulled at me again…I was dazed and did not entirely understand him。 Smoke was everywhere and the floor was pitching beneath my feet with loud grinding noises。 As I stood wavering; another shape appeared。 It was Miriamele; and she was dragging a body across the floor with great effort。 It took me a moment to see through the dust and ashes that it was the young man Simon。
〃 'I killed him;' Miriamele was saying over and over。 Tears were streaming down her face。 I did not understand why she thought she had killed Simon when I could see his fingers moving;  his chest rising and falling。 Binabik hastened to help her and they pulled Simon across the floor toward the stairwell。 I followed them。 A moment later the tower shook again and a great chunk of stone fell dow

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