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rst wife had died trying to give birth to their third child。 What would Jord think now if he knew that it might have been the Duke。。。
And then the dream； into which this latest set of labor pangs had been transformed； took over firmly。 There was a shrill magical chanting in new voices； the voices of invisible beings who were marching round Mala's bed。 Jord and the priestess and all other human beings were gone； but Mala had no time to be concerned about that； because there were too many purely delightful things to claim all of her attention； here in the flower garden where she was lying now。。。
The chanting rose； but other voices； in unmusical dispute； were intruding upon it； too loudly for any music to have covered them up： They sounded angry； as if the dispute was starting to get serious。。。
There were flowers heaped and scattered around Mala on all sides； great masses of blooms； including kinds that she had never seen or even imagined before； prodigally disposed。 She lay on her back on a … what was it？ a bed？ a bier？ a table？ … and around her； beyond the banks of flowers； the gods themselves were furiously debating。
She was able to understand just enough of what they said to grasp the fact that some of the gods and goddesses were angry； unhappy with some of the things that Ardneh had been doing to help her … whatever those things were。 From where Mala lay； she could see no more of Ardneh than his head and shoulders； but she could tell from even this partial view that he was bigger than any of the other deities。 The face of Ardneh； Demon…Slayer； Hospitaller； bearer of a thousand other names besides； was inhumanly broad and huge； and something about it made Mala think of mill…machinery； the largest and most plex mechanism with which she was at all familiar。
She thought that she could recognize some of the others in the debate also。 Notably the Smith； by the great forge…hammer in his hand； and his singed leather clothes； and above all by his twisted leg。 For Jord's sake； Mala feared and hated Vulcan。 Of course at the moment she was too drugged to feel very much about anyone or anything。 And anyway the Smith never bothered to look at her； though he was bitterly opposing Ardneh。 The argument between the two factions of the gods went on； but to Mala's perception its details gradually grew even less clear。
And now it seemed to Mala that her babe had already been born； and that he lay before her already cleaned and diapered； his raw belly bound with a proper bandage。 Ardneh's faction had prevailed； at least for the time being。 The baby's blue eyes were open； his small perfect hands were reaching for Mala's breast。 The masked figure of his father stood in the background； and said proudly： 〃My son； Mark。〃 It was one of the names Mala had discussed with Jord； one that appeared already in both their families。
〃When the time es；〃 said the voice of Ardneh now； blotting out all other sounds （and the tones of this voice reminded Mala somehow of the voice of her dead father）； 〃When the time es； your first…born son will take the sword。 And you must let him go with it where he will。〃
〃His name is Mark；〃 said the figure of the masked man in the dream。 〃My mark is on him； and he is mine。〃
And Mala cried aloud； and awoke slowly from her drugged and enchanted dream； to be told that her first…born son was doing just fine。
Chapter 1
One day in the middle of his thirteenth summer； Mark came home from a morning's rabbit…hunting with his older brother Kenn to discover that visitors were in their village。 To judge from their mounts； the visitors were unlike any that Mark had ever seen before。
Kenn； five years the older of the two； stopped so suddenly in the narrow riverside path that Mark； following lost in thought； almost ran into him。 This was just at the place where the path came out of the wild growth on the steep riverbank； and turned into the beginning of the village's single street。 From this point it was possible to see the four strange riding…beasts； two of them armored in chainmail like cavalry steeds； the other two caparisoned in rich cloth。 All four were hitched to the munity rack that stood in front of the house of the chief elder of the village。 That hitching rack was still an arrowshot away； the street of Arinon Aldan was longer than streets usually were in small villages； because here the town was strung out narrowly along one bank of a river。 〃Look；〃 said Mark； unnecessarily。
〃I wonder who they are；〃 said Kenn； and caught his lower lip between his teeth。 That was a thing he did when he was nervous。 Today had not been a good day for Kenn； so far。 There were no arrows left in the quiver on his back； and only one middle…sized rabbit in the gamebag at his side。 And now； this discovery of highborn visitors。 The last time the brothers had e home from hunting to find the mount of an important personage tied up at the elder's rack； it had been Sir Sharfa who was visiting。 The knight had e down from the manor to investigate a report that Kenn and Mark had been seen poaching； or trying to poach； in his game preserves。 There were treasures living in there； hybrid beasts； meant perhaps as someday presents for the Duke； exotic creatures whose death could well mean death for any moner who'd killed them。 In the end； Sir Sharfa hadn't believed the false； anonymous charges； but it had been a scare。 。
Mark at twelve was somewhat taller than the average for his age； though as yet he'd attained nothing like Kenn's gangling height。 If Mark bore no striking resemblance to Jord； the man he called his father； still there was … to his mother's secret and intense relief … no notable dissimilarity either。 Mark's face was still childround； his body form still childishly indeterminate。 His eyes were bluish gray； his hair straight and fair； though it had begun a gradual。 darkening； into what promised to be dark brown by the time that he was fully grown：
〃Not anyone from the manor this time；〃 said Kenn。 looking more carefully at the accoutrements of the four animals。 Somewhat reassured； he moved forward into the open village street； taking an increasing interest in the novelty。
〃Sir Sharfa's elsewhere anyway；〃 put in Mark； tagging along。 〃They say he's traveling on some business for the Duke。〃 The villagers might not see…their manorlord Sir Sharfa more than once or twice a year； or the Duke in a lifetime。 But still for the most part they kept up with current events； at least those in which their lives and fortunes were likely to be put at risk。
The first house in the village； here at the western end of the street； was that of Falkener the leatherworker。 Falkener had no liking for Jord the miller or any of his family … some old dispute had turned almost into a feud … and Mark suspected him of being the one who'd gone to Sir Sharfa with a false charge of poaching。 Falkener was now at work inside his half…open front door； and glanced up as the two boys passed； if he had yet learned anything of what the visitors' presence meant； his expression offered no information on the subject。 Mark looked away。
As the boys slowly approached the hitching rack； they came into full view of the Elder Kyril's house。 Flanking its front door like a pair of sentries stood two armed men； strangers to the village。 The guards； looking back at the young rabbit…hunters； wore wooden expressions； tinged faintly with disdain。 They were hard； tough…looking men； both mustached； and with their hair tied up in an alien style。 Both wore shirts of light chain mail； and emblems of the Duke's colors of blue and white。 The two were very similar； though one was tall and the other short； the skin of one almost tar black and that of the other fair。
As Mark and Kenn were still approaching； the Elder's door opened； and three more men came out； engaged in quiet but urgent talk among themselves。 One of the men was Kyril。 The two with him were expensively and exotically dressed； and they radiated an importance the like of which Mark in his young life had never seen before。
〃Ibn Gauthier。〃 Kenn whispered the name very softly。 The two brothers were walking very slowly now； their soft…booted feet dragging in the summer dust as they passed the Elder's house at a distance of some twenty meters。 〃The Duke's cousin。 He's seneschal of the castle； too。〃
Seneschal was a new word to Mark … he'd never heard it e up in the village current…events gossip； but if Kenn was impressed by it； he was impressed also。
The third man in the little group； a graybeard like the Elder； wore blue robes。 〃And a wizard；〃 added Kenn； his whisper falling almost to inaudibility。
A real wizard？ thought Mark。 He wasn't at all sure that Kenn would know a real wizard if he saw one。。。 but what actually impressed Mark at the moment was the behavior of the Elder Kyril。 The Elder was actually being obsequious to his visitors； acting the same way some poor landless serf might when brought in to stand before the Elder。 Mark had never seen the old man behave in such a way before。 Even during Sir Sharfa's periodic visits； the knight； who was actually the master； always spoke to the old man with respect； and listened to him carefully whenever village affairs were under discussion。 Today's visitors were listening carefully too … Mark could see that though he couldn't hear what was being said； but gave no evidence that they regarded the Elder with respect。
The Elder's eye now happened to fall upon the two boys who were gaping their slow way past his house。 He frowned abruptly； and called to Kenn by name； at the same time beckoning him with a brisk little wave； it was a more agitated motion than Mark could remember ever seeing the Elder make before。
When Kenn stood dose before him； gaping in wonder； Kyril ordered： 〃Go； and take down that sword that hangs always on your father's wall； and bring it directly here。〃 When Kenn； still goggling； hesitated momentarily； the old man snapped： 〃Go！ Our visitors are waiting：〃
To such a mand； there could be only one possible response from any village youth。 Kenn at once went pelting away down the long village street toward the millhouse at its far end。 His legs； long and fast if lacking grace； were a blur of awkward angularity。 Mark； poised to run after him； held back； knowing from experience that he wouldn't be able to keep up。 And Mark also wanted to stay here； watching； to see what was going to happen next； and； now that he thought about it； he didn't want to have any part in simply taking down the sword； without his father's permission； from where it had always hung。。。
The three men of importance waited； gazing after Kenn； ignoring Mark who still stood twenty meters off and watched them。 The blue…robed wizard … if wizard he truly was … figeted； glanced once toward Mark with a slight frown； and then away。
Kyril said； in a voice a little louder than before： 〃It will be quicker this way； Your Honor； than if we were all to go to the mill…house：〃 And he made a humble； nervous little bow to the one Kenn had whispered was the Duke's cousin。 It was a stiff motion； one to which the Elder's joints could hardly have been accustomed。
Now Mark began to notice that a few other villagers； Falkener among them； had started ing out of their houses here and there。 There was a converging movement； very slight as yet； toward the Elder's house。 They all wanted to know what was going on； but still were not quite willing to establish their presence in the street。
The man addressed by Kyril； whoever he might really be； ignored them as he might have sparrows。 He stood posing in a way that suggested he was willing to wait a little； willing to be shown that the Elder's way was really the quickest and most satisfactory。 He asked Kyril： 〃You say that this man who has the sword now came here thirteen years ago。 Where did he e from？〃
〃Oh yes； that's right； Your Honor。 Thirteen years。 It was then that he bought the mill。 I'm sure he had permission； all in order； for the move。 He brought children with him； and a new bride； and he came from a village up toward the mountains。〃 Kyril pointed to the east。 〃Yes sir； from up there。〃
The seneschal； who was about to ask another qu