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s lodge a bit ago； and I saw the tracks of a reaver。 A big female。 May I have your leave to hunt her tonight？〃
It was an obvious jest。 〃Not without me；〃 Gaborn said； musing。 〃Last autumn； I came to the Dunnwood to hunt boars。 This year we shall hunt reavers。 Perhaps Groverman will ride with us。 What think you？〃
〃Hah； not bloody likely；〃 Borenson spat。 〃Not after what I've done！〃
Immediately； Borenson's eyes looked troubled again； and Gaborn sought to turn his thoughts。 〃Tell you what； if we kill a reaver； you get to eat the ears；〃 Gaborn jested。 To eat the ears of the first boar of the hunt was a great honor。 But reavers had no ears； and no part of a reaver was edible。 〃Or at least I'll cut off a patch of hide shaped like an ear。〃
〃Oh； you are too generous； milord；〃 Borenson chortled like some peasant woman in the marketplace； heaping unearned praise on a noble。 〃Oh； you're so gracious。 All you lords are so。。。er； well； lordly； if you catch my meaning。〃
〃Well； uh； thank you； dear lady；〃 Gaborn said； affecting a stodgy accent much like that of the Marquis of Ferecia； a noted poser。 He raised his nose in the air； just as the Marquis would； then used the full powers of his Voice to imitate the Marquis' accent。 〃A blessing on you and your hovel and all your snot…nosed prodigy； dear lady。 And please don't e any nearer； or I think I might sneeze。〃
Borenson laughed deeply at the jest； for the Marquis often sneezed when dirty peasants got too near his person。 His threats of illness kept peasants away； so that the Marquis would not have to tolerate the scent of their poverty。
It was a grim sort of humor； but it was the best Gaborn could manage at the moment； and it eased Borenson's spirits somewhat。 Gaborn almost hoped that someday things between them would be as they had been before。
Two weeks ago； Gaborn had ridden into Heredon with hardly a care。 Now he felt the weight of the whole world landing squarely on his shoulders。 Deep in his heart； he knew nothing could ever be the same。
They crossed the downs for several miles； riding over the rolling hills。
The clouds began to break； and the afternoon sun began melting the snow。 A mile from Longmont； farmhouses still stood along the road； stone cottages whose thatch roofs had not been torched。 All the animals were gone from their pens and the fruit had been harvested； giving the place an eerie sense of emptiness； but the shelters still stood。
Then they crossed a hill and saw Bredsfor Manor nestled in a cozy vale； a long building of gray stone with two wings fanning out。 Behind it lay barns and dovecotes； carriage houses； servants' quarters； and walled gardens。 A circular drive curved among the flower beds and topiaries before the manor； A deep brook cut through the vale； and a white bridge spanned the brook farther down the road。
On the steps of the manor sat a woman in cloud…colored silk； her dark hair cascading over her left shoulder。
Myrrima gazed up at them； stood nervously。 Her beauty had not diminished in the past few days。 Gaborn had almost forgotten how lovely she looked； how inviting。
Borenson spurred his horse and charged downhill； shouting； 〃Howwhat are you doing here？〃
In a moment Borenson leapt from his horse； and Myrrima melted into his arms。
Gaborn halted a hundred yards off。
Myrrima laughed and hugged Borenson； weeping。 〃You didn't make it to Longmont in time。 King Orden told me to wait here for you。 Oh； I was so afraid。 The skies went black； and frightful screams shook the ground。
Raj Ahten's army passed hereright down this road； so I hid； but they were in such a hurrythey never slowed。。。〃
Gaborn turned his horse around； rode back over the hill； followed by his Days； so that the two could have a few moments of privacy。 There he rested beneath an elm tree； where the ground was free of the slushy melting snow。 Part of him felt relieved。 He'd believed； somehow； that Myrrima was important to his future； that she would play a major role in the wars to e； and he felt grateful to find that his father had chosen to save her； to send her out of harm's way。
Yet at the same time； he could not help but feel somewhat jealous of whatever happiness she and Borenson might have。
Iome had been so horribly scarred by her encounter with Raj Ahten； so shattered。 The manner of her father's death was sure to divide them。 Gaborn did not know if she would ever want to speak to him again。
Perhaps it would be better to forget her； he mused。 Yet her happiness mattered to him。 Gaborn still felt numb； his breathing came ragged； and he trembled。
Both of them bore wounds from this war； and these deep cuts were just the beginning。
But we cannot give in to pain； Gaborn thought。 It is a Runelord's duty to place himself between his vassals and danger； to take the enemy's blows； so that fragile people do not have to suffer。
Though Gaborn felt hurt beyond telling； he did not weep； and he did not let himself mourn his loss。 Just as； he vowed； he'd never let himself flinch in the face of danger。
Yet he feared that this day； these deeds； would haunt his dreams。
Gaborn's Days stood behind him； under the elm。 Gaborn said； 〃I missed you； Days。 I'd not have thought it； but I missed your presence。〃
〃As I missed you； Your Lordship。 I see you have had a little adventure。〃
It was the Days' way of asking Gaborn to fill in the blanks in his knowledge。 It occurred to Gaborn that the Days did not really know how many things had happened to him； how he'd given himself to the Earth； or how he'd read the Emir of Tuulistan's book； or how he'd fallen in love。
〃Days； tell me；〃 Gaborn said； 〃in ancient times； the men and women of your order were called the 'Guardians of Dream。' Is that not right？〃
〃Long ago； in the South； yes；〃 the Days answered。
〃Why is that so？〃
〃Let me ask you another question； Your Lordship。 When you dream； do you sometimes find yourself wandering through familiar lands； to places unconnected？〃
〃Yes；〃 Gaborn said。 〃There is a path behind my father's palace in Mystarria； and in my dreams； when I ride my horse behind it； I sometimes find myself in the fields behind the Room of the Heart； which is at least forty miles from the palace； or I ride through those fields and find myself by a pond in the Dunnwood。 Is this significant？〃
〃It is only the sign of an organized mind； trying to make sense out of the world；〃 his Days answered。
〃Then how does this answer my question？〃 Gaborn asked。
〃In your dreams； there are paths you fear to tread；〃 the Days answered。 〃Your mind shies from the memory； but they too are part of the landscape of dream。 Do you remember them； also？〃
Gaborn did。 As the Days spoke； he remembered a time many years ago； when he'd been traveling with his father in the mountains； and his father had wanted him to ride up a trail through a steep； narrow ravine of black stone； where cobwebs hung between the rock。 〃I remember。〃
His Days looked at Gaborn with slitted eyes； nodded slightly。 〃Good； then you are a man of courage； for only men of courage remember that place。 Someday soon； you will find yourself riding through your dreams。 When you do； take that trail； and see where it leads you。 Perhaps then you will have the answer to your question。〃
Gaborn gazed at the Days； wondering。 It was a trick； he knew； to tell someone what to do in their dreams。 The mind would do as instructed； fulfill the mand。
〃You want to know what happened to me over the past three days；〃 Gaborn said。 〃Would it be selfish； if I kept that knowledge to myself？〃
〃A man who fancies himself to be the servant of all； should never give in to a selfish desire；〃 the Days answered。
Gaborn smiled。 〃After I left you；〃 he said； and he told the tale in full； though he never mentioned the Emir's book。
For a long hour Gaborn related his tale； and as he did so； he considered his new responsibilities。 By now； his father's Dedicates had regained their endowments； and so the people of Mystarria would know that their king was dead。 People would be frantic for news。 Already； little boys riding their graaks would be on their way to Castle Sylvarresta。 Gaborn would need to go there； send letters home。 Plan his war。
Myrrima herself walked over the hill to disturb his worrying； her hips moving like boiling waves beneath her gray silk。
She did something no woman had ever done to him。
She came to him； put a hand over his in sympathy； and just stroked it； staring deep into his face。 Few women had ever dared touch him so familiarly。
〃Milord；〃 she whispered； 〃I。。。Your father was a good man。 As deeply as he loved； so shall he be missed。 I will always。。。revere his memory。〃
〃Thank you；〃 Gaborn said。 〃He deserved that。〃
Myrrima pulled at Gaborn's hand； and said； 〃e down to the manor； into the garden。 It is a beautiful garden。 It will ease your spirits while Borenson and I fix dinner。 Grapes hang on the vines； and vegetables are in the field。 I found hams in the smokehouse。〃
Gaborn had not eaten since last night。 He nodded wearily； took her hand； led his horse down to the manor。 Behind them； his Days rode in silence。
The garden behind the manor was everything Myrrima had promised。 The snow had nearly all melted； leaving the garden wet； fresh。 Rock walls covered with rose and wisteria enclosed the garden； herbs and pleasant flowers grew all about。
A wide brook meandered through the lawn。 In its deep； rocky pools； fat trout sunned themselves and snapped at bees that buzzed through the flowers beside the water。
Gaborn walked among the herbs for a long hour； examining plants。 It was not as marvelous as Binnesman's garden had been； nowhere near as sprawling and wild and diverse。 Gaborn had a little knowledge of herb lore； as much as most princes learned。 So as Gaborn wandered about； he could not help but find things he'd need： dogbane growing on a trellis on the south wall of the manor； a bit of shepherd's purse for stanching wounds； nightcap poppy to help him sleep。 There were so many herbs； and Gaborn did not know what to do with them。
He was so involved in harvesting the root of mallow to treat burns； that at first he did not notice when Binnesman arrived just before dinner。
〃Hello；〃 Binnesman said at Gaborn's back； startling him。 〃So； you gather herbs now？〃
Gaborn nodded； afraid that to a master herbalist such as Binnesman； his efforts would seem feeble。 Gaborn knelt near the aromatic； serrated leaves by the ground； and suddenly felt unsure； wondered if these rose…pink petals really were mallow； or if he'd been mistaken。
Binnesman only nodded kindly； and smiled； then knelt beside Gaborn and helped him dig。 〃The root of mallow is best for burns when it is still fresh；〃 he said； 〃though vendors hawk it dried。 It is the cooling sap that you need； not some desiccated twig。 But a dried mallow root； once soaked in water； can still give some relief。〃
Gaborn stopped digging； but Binnesman urged him to keep on。 〃Look to the tops of the roots； the thickest parts。 It's good that you do this； learn which parts to use。〃
He pulled at the mallow； then broke off its purplish…brown root for Gaborn to see。 The sap oozed onto Binnesman's fingers； and the old wizard touched the cool stuff to Gaborn's forehead。 〃See？〃
〃Yes； I see；〃 Gaborn answered。
There was an unfortable silence between them； and the wizard stared into Gaborn's eyes。 Gaborn could see flecks of green in the old man's skin； but his robes had gone a ruddy flame； the color of maple leaves in autumn。
〃You think I have some great powers；〃 Binnesman said； 〃but it is only the power that es from serving the Earth。〃
〃No； your herbs are far more potent than any I've seen in Mystarria；〃 Gaborn said。
〃Would you like to know the secret of it？〃 the wizard asked。
Gaborn nodded dumbly； hardly daring believe the wizard would tell him。
〃Plant the seeds yourself； My King；〃 Binnesman said； 〃in soil fertilized and turned by your own hands。 Water them with your own sweat。 Serve themfulfill their every needand they'll serve you fully in return。 Few men； even among the wise； understand the great power one can gain from service。〃
〃There is nothing more？〃 Gaborn asked。
〃My plants grew to serve the people of this land。 You saw how I dunged them with human waste。 I used du