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back soon."
"Why?" Kim asked. "What does this mean?"
"If the vellin guards you from the land's pain, then that pain is not natural. And if there is a power strong enough to do this to the whole of the High Kingdom, then there is a fear in me. I begin to wonder about the old tales of Mörnir's Tree, and the pact the Founder made with the God. And if not that, then I dare not think what. Come," said the Dwarf, "it is time I took you to Ysanne."
And walking more swiftly, he led her around an out-thrust spur of hill slope, and as they cleared the spur she saw the lake: a gem of blue in a necklace of low hills. And somehow there was still green by the lake, and the profuse, scattered colors of wildflowers.
Kim stopped dead in her tracks. "Oh, Matt!"
The Dwarf was silent while she gazed down, enraptured, on the water. "It is fair," he said finally.
"But had you ever seen Calor Diman between the mountains, you would spare your heart's praise somewhat, to have some left for the Queen of Waters."
Kim, hearing the change in his voice, looked at him for a moment; then, drawing a deliberate breath, she closed her eyes and was wordless a long time. When she spoke, it was in a cadence not her own.
"Between the mountains," she said. "Very high up, it is. The melting snow in summer falls into the lake. The air is thin and clear. There are eagles circling. The sunlight turns the lake into a golden fire. To drink of that water is to taste of whatever light is falling down upon it, whether of sun or
moon or stars. And under the full moon, Calor Diman is deadly, for the vision never fades and never stops pulling. A tide in the heart. Only the true King of Dwarves may endure that night vigil without going mad, and he must do so for the Diamond Crown. He must wed the Queen of Waters, lying all night by her shores at full of the moon. He will be bound then, to the end of his days, as the King must be, to Calor Diman."
And Kimberly opened her eyes to look full upon the former King of Dwarves. "Why, Matt?"
she asked, in her own voice. "Why did you leave?"
He made no answer, but met her look unflinchingly. At length he turned, still silent, and led her down the winding path to Ysanne's lake. She was waiting there for them, dreamer of the dream, knowledge in her eyes, and pity, and another nameless thing.
Kevin Laine had never been able to hide his emotions well, and that summary execution, so casually effected, had disturbed him very deeply. He had not spoken a word through a day's hard riding, and the twilight found him still pale with undischarged anger. In the gathering dark the company passed through more heavily wooded country, slanting gradually downhill towards the south. The road went past a thick copse of trees and revealed, half a mile beyond, the towers of a small fortress.
Diarmuid pulled to a halt. He seemed fresh still, unaffected by the day on horseback, and Kevin, whose bones and muscles ached ferociously, fixed the Prince with a cold stare.
He was, however, ignored. "Rothe," said Diarmuid to a compact, brown-bearded rider, "you go in.
Speak to Averren and no one else. I am not here. Coll is leading a number of you on a reconnaissance. No details. He won't ask anyway. Find out, discreetly, if a stranger has been seen in the area, then join us by the Dael Slope." Rothe spun his horse and galloped towards the tower.
"That's South Keep," Carde murmured to Kevin and Paul. "Our watchtower down here. Not too big-but there's little danger of anything crossing the river, so we don't need much. The big garrison's downriver, west by the sea. Cathal's invaded twice that way, so there's a castle at Seresh to keep watch."
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"Why can't they cross the river?" Paul asked. Kevin maintained his self-imposed silence.
Garde's smile in the gathering dark was mirthless. "That you'll see, soon enough, when we go down to try."
Diarmuid, throwing a cloak over his
back soon."
"Why?" Kim asked. "What does this mean?"
"If the vellin guards you from the land's pain, then that pain is not natural. And if there is a power strong enough to do this to the whole of the High Kingdom, then there is a fear in me. I begin to wonder about the old tales of Mörnir's Tree, and the pact the Founder made with the God. And if not that, then I dare not think what. Come," said the Dwarf, "it is time I took you to Ysanne."
And walking more swiftly, he led her around an out-thrust spur of hill slope, and as they cleared the spur she saw the lake: a gem of blue in a necklace of low hills. And somehow there was still green by the lake, and the profuse, scattered colors of wildflowers.
Kim stopped dead in her tracks. "Oh, Matt!"
The Dwarf was silent while she gazed down, enraptured, on the water. "It is fair," he said finally.
"But had you ever seen Calor Diman between the mountains, you would spare your heart's praise somewhat, to have some left for the Queen of Waters."
Kim, hearing the change in his voice, looked at him for a moment; then, drawing a deliberate breath, she closed her eyes and was wordless a long time. When she spoke, it was in a cadence not her own.
"Between the mountains," she said. "Very high up, it is. The melting snow in summer falls into the lake. The air is thin and clear. There are eagles circling. The sunlight turns the lake into a golden fire. To drink of that water is to taste of whatever light is falling down upon it, whether of sun or
moon or stars. And under the full moon, Calor Diman is deadly, for the vision never fades and never stops pulling. A tide in the heart. Only the true King of Dwarves may endure that night vigil without going mad, and he must do so for the Diamond Crown. He must wed the Queen of Waters, lying all night by her shores at full of the moon. He will be bound then, to the end of his days, as the King must be, to Calor Diman."
And Kimberly opened her eyes to look full upon the former King of Dwarves. "Why, Matt?"
she asked, in her own voice. "Why did you leave?"
He made no answer, but met her look unflinchingly. At length he turned, still silent, and led her down the winding path to Ysanne's lake. She was waiting there for them, dreamer of the dream, knowledge in her eyes, and pity, and another nameless thing.
Kevin Laine had never been able to hide his emotions well, and that summary execution, so casually effected, had disturbed him very deeply. He had not spoken a word through a day's hard riding, and the twilight found him still pale with undischarged anger. In the gathering dark the company passed through more heavily wooded country, slanting gradually downhill towards the south. The road went past a thick copse of trees and revealed, half a mile beyond, the towers of a small fortress.
Diarmuid pulled to a halt. He seemed fresh still, unaffected by the day on horseback, and Kevin, whose bones and muscles ached ferociously, fixed the Prince with a cold stare.
He was, however, ignored. "Rothe," said Diarmuid to a compact, brown-bearded rider, "you go in.
Speak to Averren and no one else. I am not here. Coll is leading a number of you on a reconnaissance. No details. He won't ask anyway. Find out, discreetly, if a stranger has been seen in the area, then join us by the Dael Slope." Rothe spun his horse and galloped towards the tower.
"That's South Keep," Carde murmured to Kevin and Paul. "Our watchtower down here. Not too big-but there's little danger of anything crossing the river, so we don't need much. The big garrison's downriver, west by the sea. Cathal's invaded twice that way, so there's a castle at Seresh to keep watch."
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"Why can't they cross the river?" Paul asked. Kevin maintained his self-imposed silence.
Garde's smile in the gathering dark was mirthless. "That you'll see, soon enough, when we go down to try."
Diarmuid, throwing a cloak over his
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