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sky。 The last thing she saw was a tree。 Then the images were gone and she was left with only darkness again； and Brissel on her shoulder。
It came like this； and it went； never coerced； never subject to entreaty。 The goddess remembered her children sometimes and sometimes she forgot them in the caprice of her nature。 She could shower gifts like blessed rain in spring； or she could turn her back and let ice and fire have their way。 She had a face of laughter and one of desire； a countenance of true passion and a terrible visage of judgment。 In the teachings of Arbonne it was Corannos the god who was kinder； more soberly caring for men and women。 Rian suffered them； and loved them； but she could be cruel as nature was cruel。 It was the god who held their mortal children always in mind； who did not fail to see their sufferings upon the earth。 So it had been taught in Arbonne for generations。
The teachings were different elsewhere。 They were very different in Gorhaut。
She was going to have to stay here； Beatritz understood。 Only on the island could she have access to any such precognitions as this one。 A message would have to go to Barbentain tonight。 She would ask the two young troubadours who were wintering with them here。 They would not deny her； these were not men to hide in the sea when death and ruin were ing down from the north。 She would send them to the countess； warning her； telling them all where the culmination was to be。
It would be in the place of this vision； she was being told： by that small isle in Lake Dierne； by the arch； the two castles； it would end there。
Of course； she thought； aware of an inner stillness in the aftermath of the presence of Rian。 Of course it will be there。 She felt the nudge of an old sorrow。 I should have known。 That is where it began。
She was wise and no longer young； Beatritz de Barbentain； deeply conversant with the ways of power in the world； and long since accustomed to her darkness and the occasional gateways to knowledge it gave her。 She was； in fact； more privy to the paths of Rian than she allowed herself to acknowledge； for she had always wanted more than she had。 It was the nature of her family； the legacy of her blood。 Still； the goddess had never yet abandoned her entirely； however long the intervals might be。 She knew a great deal； having been granted； at moments such as this； clear； sharp visions through rifts in time hidden from all the other living children of Corannos and Rian。
On the other hand； there were things even the High Priestess on her island did not know and had never known； whether of future or present or the widening ripples of the shaping past。 Nor would it have been proper if she had。 Oaths sworn to the dying were sacrosanct in Arbonne。
When they e down at last from the snows of the pass into Arbonne； the crusading army of Gorhaut are halted by their spiritual leader； and on a high plateau they kneel in their armour； every man of them； to hear the High Elder's prayer of thanksgiving to the god。
They have e through the mountains with humbling； awe…inspiring ease； only some few hundred men and horses lost to the high cold and the icy； treacherous path and the one…amazingly； only the one…avalanche that missed the main army by less than a bowshot； taking only the rear guard down into a white death with no true burial。
It might have been…it ought to have been…so much worse； this folly of taking an army through the mountains in winter to seize the advantage of surprise。 Even the High Elder himself narrowly escaped losing his life。 Standing beside their tall king； he speaks to the army with an arrow held aloft in one hand and a crimson bandage on his left arm； brilliant against his blue robe and the white of the snow behind him。 He had caught up to them； wounded as he was； in the midst of the pass； riding alone…which every man there knows to have been foolhardy beyond words。 Foolhardy； that is； for one not perfectly trusting of Corannos； not favoured…as Galbert de Garsenc； High Elder of Gorhaut so manifestly is…by the blessing and the protection of the god。 Which means that they； too； in his pany； are so blessed； the chosen； the elect； the weapons of Corannos。
This； in fact； is his message to them when the prayer is over and they rise。 He holds up for all to see the Arbonnais arrow…fired by a coward； and not in a time of war…that might have killed him in his own castle。 The god is with us； he tells them all； we are his agents and his instrument。
It is hard not to agree； and the men of the army of Gorhaut； in the presence of their king； are not inclined to be cynical or doubting at a time like this。 They have e miraculously through the mountains in winter； and before them now； bright and fair as a dream under blue skies lies the land that has been promised them。
Promised； that is； after the scourging is done。 They are the hammers of the god； the High Elder proclaims。 The temples and villages of Arbonne and the depraved； unclean women who inhabit them are the anvils upon which their most holy； cleansing blows must fall。
The temples are first； the castles will e after； he tells them。 Everything will e to them if they but follow their great king。 The men of Arbonne are cowards； they are woman…mastered； cuckolded as a matter of course by their own musicians and barnyard servants。 What； Galbert de Garsenc asks； what will such soft men do when they e face to face with the assembled might of Gorhaut sweeping down upon them with the power of the god？
They will die； he tells them； answering his own question； as a sound shaped of hunger and excitement rises among the army。 They will die like the craven unbelievers they are； and when all is done； when holy Corannos is worshipped properly again in this land； then shall the men of Gorhaut have shown themselves worthy of the great favour the god has always bestowed upon them。 Then shall the whole world know their worth。 Then shall this sunlight； these high green valleys； vineyards and castles and grainfields； the rich cities and harbours and the great sea beyond…all shall be truly given over to Gorhaut by the high； pure grace of Corannos。
Shall this not be the way of it； he cries to them； the magnificent instrument of his voice carrying the question down on the breeze to all those gathered below。
They give him his answer； fervent； exalted； with one voice of their own。
The king rides down from that high place； then； the High Elder beside him with the arrow still held aloft。 They take their places together； handsome men； stern and majestic； at the forefront of an army。 Near to them but a proper distance behind rides the lord Borsiard d'Andoria at the head of a pany of his own men。 The Portezzan's presence among them； the army has been told； is a mark of how not only the god but all the countries of the world are with them in this purging of dark unholiness。
King Ademar of Gorhaut lifts a hand and the trumpets of Gorhaut are heard in the clean； cool air under a sky where birds are wheeling and darting in the sunlight。 Before them the slopes fall away southward； green with winter grass。 In the middle distance the river most of them have never seen sparkles blue； then white where there are rapids； then blue again； rushing towards the distant sea。 The ports on that sea will be theirs soon； they have been promised this。 The god is with them。
They start south； the invading warriors of Gorhaut； in a vast glitter of spears and armour。 Later that same day the vanguard rides past and above the ruined； empty village of Aubry and es to the next hamlet beyond。 And there； with sword and mace and brand； amid the screaming of the corrupt women and their heretic； unsouled children and the desperate cries of craven men…farmers； labourers； artisans； cowards all of them…the harrowing of Arbonne is begun。
The god is with his army。 After the grey cold of the mountains and the miracle of their passage they can feel it in the shining grace of his holy sun above them。 Everything they ride past is bright； is weling； gleams wondrously in the light。
They are the hammers of Corannos； the scourges of heresy； this war is blessed from the sky； every man of them knows it now； and so as they kill； they sing。
Let Arbonne learn the battle songs of Gorhaut。 Let it hear them sung by brave men； true warriors of the north； amid the steady crackling of the fires。
〃They are not in any great hurry；〃 said the countess grimly in her council chamber。 〃They are waiting for us to e out。〃 It was four days after the first burning of the war。 The army of Gorhaut was reported to be moving slowly； methodically south； destroying as it went。
〃They are taking each village； burning every temple；〃 she went on。 Rosala； sitting on one of the benches； hands clasped in her lap； marvelled at the control in her voice； she knew Signe well enough by now to know how hard…won such a dispassionate tone would be。 There were some twenty men and women in the room； assembled in Barbentain by the countess's mand。 Signe said； 〃They have no interest in besieging us in the castle or cities。 Not in winter； with food a problem for them。〃
〃That is mostly true； but not entirely so； your grace。 Food is not their problem I am afraid；〃 said Urté de Miraval heavily。 He was leaning against the mantel of the larger fireplace； bulky and formidable； dressed in a dark green； fur…lined robe。 〃I have recent information about that。 They have used their monies from Valensa； the enormous price they received for the northern lands they ceded； to ensure a flow of supplies to follow them here from Gotzland。 With our villagers taking refuge in the cities and castles we will be at risk of hunger before them。 We might want to consider an attack against their supply line。〃
〃That will not be necessary；〃 said Bertran de Talair； briefly； dismissively； from the opposite wall。 Rosala turned to look at him。
He had arrived only the night before； with Blaise and his mercenaries and eight hundred armed men of Gorhaut。 The assembled council was still dealing with that last fact； and the presence among them this morning of Duke Fulk de Savaric。 Rosala was struggling to adjust to it as well； if for different reasons。 Pride and fear and disbelief swept over her whenever she looked at her brother。 They had not yet had a chance to speak privately。
〃I would be very interested in learning why；〃 Urté said to Bertran； gazing inimically at the other man across the room。 〃Have military strategies changed so greatly in recent years？〃
〃Hardly at all。〃 Bertran； dressed in nondescript brown riding clothes； turned away from de Miraval to the countess。 〃You will remember； your grace； that I had dealings with King Daufridi of Valensa during the Lussan Fair。〃 He paused。 There was a stir in the room at this； it was news to most of them。 Bertran ignored the reaction。 〃These dealings have borne useful fruit； though not； I'm afraid； dramatically so。 Daufridi has persuaded Jorg of Gotzland that their joint interests will not be served by a swift destruction of Arbonne。 They will not go so far as to intercede for us； but the promised supplies from the east will be sadly late in arriving； I am informed。 The food； when it reaches the army of Gorhaut； will be of dangerously poor quality； most of it inedible。 King Jorg will be profusely apologetic to Ademar； of course。 He will promise an enquiry； offer to return some of the money he has been paid。 It helps；〃 he added with a straight face； 〃to have up…to…date information in wartime。〃
〃It helps；〃 said the countess of Arbonne icily； 〃if the manders serving us share their information with each other and ourself。〃
Bertran looked unabashed； despite the rare； admonitory use of royal language by the countess。 〃I only returned last night；〃 he said mildly。 〃I found confirmation from Valensa waiting for me。 I might have expected to receive approval from my countess and those assembled here for what I have done； rather than condemnation。〃
〃You presumptuous peacock！〃 rasped Urté de Miraval。 paring the garb of the two men； Rosala found the word almost amusing。 But there was really no room for levity just then。 〃An army more than twice as large as any we can raise is burning its way