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〃There are six more ships at Caithnard； waiting。〃
〃Morgon of Hed； are you out of your mind！〃 His fingers bit to the bone of Morgon's arm； and Morgon tensed。 But Eliard swung away from him abruptly。 His fist fell like a mallet on the tray； sending food and crockery flying； except for the milk pitcher； which Tristan had just lifted。 She sat hugging it against her； white； while Eliard shouted。
〃Morgon； I've heard tales of the chaos in An！ How animals are run to death at night and the crops rot in the fields because no one dares harvest。 And you want me to take that into my land！ How can you ask that of me？〃
〃Eliard； I don't have to ask！〃 Their eyes locked。 Morgon continued relentlessly； watching himself change shape in Eliard's eyes； sensing something precious； elusive； slipping farther and farther away from him。 〃If I wanted the land…rule of Hed； I could take it back。 When Ghisteslwchlohm took it from me； piece by piece； I realized that the power of land…law has structure and definition； and I know to the last hair root on a hop vine the structure of the land…law of Hed。 If I wanted to force this on you； I could； just as I learned to force the ancient dead of the Three Portions to e here！〃
Eliard； backed against the hearthstones； breathing through his mouth； shuddered suddenly。 〃What are you？〃
〃I don't know。〃 His voice shook uncontrollably。 〃It's time you asked。〃
There was a moment's silence： the peaceful； unbroken voice of the night of Hed。 Then Eliard shrugged himself away from the hearth； stepped past Morgon； kicking shards out of the way。 He leaned over a table； his hands flat on it； his head bowed。 He said； his voice muffled a little； 〃Morgon； they're dead。〃
Morgon dropped his forearm against the mantel； leaned his face on it。 〃Then they have that advantage over the living in a battle。〃
〃Couldn't you have just brought a living army？ It would have been simpler。〃
〃The moment you bring armed men to this island； you'll ask for attack。 And you'll get it。〃
〃Are you sure？ Are you so sure they'll dare attack Hed？ You might be seeing things that aren't there。〃
〃I might be。〃 His words seemed lost against the worn stones。 〃I'm not sure； anymore； of anything。 I'm just afraid for everything I love。 Do you know the one simple； vital thing I could never learn from Ghis…teslwchlohm in Erlenstar Mountain？ How to see in the dark。〃
Eliard turned。 He was crying again as he pulled Morgon away from the stones。 〃I'm sorry。 Morgon； I may yell at you； but if you pulled the land…rule out of me by the roots； I would still trust you blindly。 Will you stay here？ Will you please stay？ Let the wizards e to you。 Let Ghisteslwchlohm e。 You'll just be killed if you leave Hed again。〃
〃No。 I won't die。〃 He crooked an arm around Eliard's neck； hugged him tightly。 〃I'm too curious。 The dead won't trouble your farmers。 I swear it。 You will scarcely notice them。 They are bound to me。 I showed them something of the history and peace of Hed； and they are sworn to defend that peace。〃
〃You bound them。〃
〃Mathom loosed his own hold over them； otherwise I would never have considered it。〃
〃How do you bind dead Kings of An？〃
〃I see out of their eyes。 I understand them。 Maybe too well。〃
Eliard eyed him。 〃You're a wizard； he said； but Morgon shook his head。
〃No wizard but Ghisteslwchlohm ever touched land…law。 I'm simply powerful and desperate。〃 He looked down at Raederle。 Inured as she was to the occasional uproar in her father's house； her eyes held a strained； haunted expression。 Tristan was staring silently into the milk pitcher。 Morgon touched her dark hair； her face lifted； colorless； frozen。
〃I'm sorry；〃 he whispered。 〃I'm sorry。 I didn't mean to e home and start a battle。〃
〃It's all right；〃 she said after a moment。 〃At least that's one familiar thing you can still do。〃 She put the milk pitcher down and got to her feet。 〃I'll get a broom。〃
〃I will。〃
That brought the flash of a smile into her eyes。 〃All right。 You can sweep。 I'll get more food。〃 She touched his scarred palm hesitantly。 〃Then tell me how you change shape。〃
He told them after he swept up the mess； and he watched Eliard's face fill with an incredulous wonder as he explained how it felt to bee a tree。 He racked his brain for other things to tell them that might help them forget for a moment the terrible side of his journey。 He talked about racing across the northlands in vesta…shape； when the world was nothing but wind and snow and stars。 He told them of the marvellous beauty of Isig Pass and of the wolf…king's court； with its wild animals wandering in and out； and of the mists and sudden stones and marshes of Herun。 And for a little while； he forgot his own torment as he found is himself an unexpected love of the wild； harsh； and beautiful places of the realm。 He forgot the time； too； until he saw the moon beginning its descent； peering into the top of one of the windows。 He broke off abruptly； saw apprehension replace the smile in Eliard's eyes。
〃I forgot about the dead。〃
Eliard controlled a reply visibly。 〃It's not dawn； yet。 The moon hasn't even set。〃
〃I know。 But the ships will e to Tol one by one from Caithnard； when I give the word。 I want them away from Hed pletely before I leave。 Don't worry。 You won't see the dead； but you should be there when they enter Hed。〃
Eliard rose reluctantly。 His face was chalky under his tan。 〃You'll be with me？〃
〃Yes。〃
They all went back down the road to Tol that lay bare as a blade between the dark fields of corn。 Morgon； walking beside Raederle； his fingers linked in hers； felt the tension still in her and the weariness of the long； dangerous voyage。 She sensed his thoughts and smiled at him as they neared Tol。
〃I left one pig…headed family for another。。 。〃
The moon； three…quarters full； seemed angled； as if it were peering down at Tol。 Across the black channel were two flaming； slitted eyes： the warning fires on the horns of the Caithnard harbor。 Nets hung in silvery webs on the sand； water licked against the smalt moored boats as they walked down the dock。
Bri Corbett； hanging over the ship's railing； called down softly； 〃Now？〃
〃Now；〃 Morgon said； and Eliard muttered between his teeth。
〃I wish you knew what you were doing。〃 Then the ramp slid down off the empty deck； and he stepped back； so close to the dock edge he nearly fell off。 Morgon felt his mind again。
The stubbornness； the inflexibility that lay near the heart of Hed seemed to slam like a bar across the end of the ramp。 It clenched around Morgon's thoughts； he eased through it； filling Eliard's mind with images； rich； brilliant； and erratic； that he had gleaned from the history of the Three Portions out of the minds of the dead。 Slowly； as Eliard's mind opened； something emptied out of the ship； absorbed itself into Hed。
Eliard shivered suddenly。
〃They're quiet；〃 he said； surprised。 Morgon's hand closed above his elbow。
〃Bri will leave for Caithnard now and send the next ship。 There are six more。 Bri will bring the last one himself； and Raederle and I will leave on that one。〃
〃No！〃
〃I'll e back。〃
Eliard was silent。 From the ship came the groan of rope and wood； and Bri Corbett's low； precise orders。 The ship eased away from the dockside； its dark canvas stretched full to catch the frail wind。 It moved； huge； black； soundless through the moon…spangled water into the night； leaving a shimmering wake that curled away and slowly disappeared。
Eliard said； watching it； 〃You will never e back to stay。〃
Six more ships came as slowly； as silently through the night。 Once； just before the moon set； Morgon saw shadows flung across the water of armed； crowned figures。 The moon sank； shrivelled and weary； into the stars； the last ship moored at the dockside。 Tristan was leaning against Morgon； shifting from one foot to another； he held her to keep her warm。 Raederle was blurred against the starlit water； her face was a dark profile between the warning fires。 Morgon's eyes moved to the ship。 The dead were leaving it； the dark maw of its hold would remain open to take him away from Hed。 His mind tangled suddenly with a thousand things he wanted to say to Eliard； but none of them had the power to dispel that ship。 Finally； he realized； they were alone again on the dock； the dead were dispersed into Hed； and there was nothing left for him to do but leave。 He turned to Eliard。 The sky was growing very dark in the final； interminable hour before dawn。 A low wind moaned among the breakers。 He could not see Eliard's face； only sense his massiveness and the vague mass of land behind him。 He said softly； his heart aching； the image of the land drenched gold under the summer sun in his mind's eye； 〃I'll find a way back to Hed。 Somehow。 Somewhere。〃
Eliard； reaching into the darkness； touched his face with a gentleness that had been their father's。 Tristan was still clinging to him； Morgon held her tightly； kissed the top of her hair。 Then he stepped back； stood suddenly alone in the night feeling the wood shiver under his feet in the roiling water。
He turned； found his way blindly up the ship's ramp； back down into the black hull。
IV
THE SHIP FOUND A QUIET BERTH IN THE CAITHNARD harbor near dawn。 Morgon heard the anchor splash in still water and saw through the lattice of the hatch covers squares of pearl…grey sky。 Raederle was asleep。 He looked at her a moment with an odd mixture of weariness and peace； as if he had brought some great treasure safely out of danger。 Then he sagged down on the spice sacks and went to sleep。 The clamor on the docks at midmorning； the stifling noon heat in the hold hardly troubled his dreams。 He woke finally at late afternoon and found Raederle watching him； covered with floating spangles of sunlight。
He sat up slowly； trying to remember where he was。 She said； 〃Caithnard。〃 Her arms were crooked around her knees； her cheek was crosshatched with weave from the sacking。 Her eyes held an odd expression he had to puzzle over； until he realized that it was simply fear。 His throat made a dry； questioning sound。 She answered him softly。
〃Now what？〃
He leaned back against the side； gripped her wrist lightly a moment； then rubbed his eyes。 〃Bri Corbett said he would find horses for us。 You'll have to take the pins out of your hair。〃
〃What？ Morgon； are you still asleep？〃
〃No。〃 His eyes fell to her feet。 〃And look at your shoes。〃
She looked。 〃What's the matter with them？〃
〃They're beautiful。 So are you。 Can you change shape？〃
〃Into what？〃 she asked bewilderedly。 〃A hoary old hag？〃
〃No； You have a shape…changer's blood in you； you should be able to。。。〃
The expression in her eyes； of fear； torment； loathing； stopped him。 She said distinctly； 〃No。〃
He drew breath； fully awake； cursing himself silently。 The long road sweeping across the realm； straight towards the setting sun； touched him； too； then； with an edge of panic。 He was silent； trying to think； but the stale air in the hold seemed to fill his brain with chaff。 He said； 〃We'll be on the road to Lungold for a long time； if we ride。 I thought to keep the horses just until I could teach you some shape。〃
〃You change shape。 I'll ride。〃
〃Raederle； look at yourself；〃 he said helplessly。 〃Traders from all over the realm will be on that road。 They haven't seen me for over a year； but they'll recognize you； and they won't have to ask who the man beside you is。〃
〃So。〃 She kicked her shoes off； pulled the pins out of her hair and shook it down her back。 〃Find me another pair of shoes。〃
He looked at her wordlessly as she sat in a billow of wrinkled； richly embroidered cloth； the fine； dishevelled mass of her hair framing a high…boned face that； even tired and white； looked like something out of an ancient ballad。 He sighed； pushing himself up。
〃All right。 Wait for me。〃
Her voice checked him briefly as he climbed the ladder。 〃This time。〃