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'brought more of it to her。 Only when all the great horses had eaten some of the amanibhavam did the Lords allow themselves to rest。
Then the Bloodguard turned their attention to the task of building a raft。 The only trees hardy enough to grow in the valley were teaks； and in one stand nearby three of the tallest were dead。 Their ironwood trunks showed what had happened to them； when they had grown above a certain size； their roots had reached down deep enough to touch soil soaked by the river； and so they had died。
Using hatchets and clingor ropes； the Bloodguard were able to bring down these three trees。 Each they sectioned into four logs of roughly equal length。 When they had rolled the logs down to the dead bank of the Course； they began lashing them together with clingor thongs。
The task was slow because of the size and weight of the ironwood logs； and the Bloodguard worked carefully to make sure that the raft was secure。 But they were fifteen； and made steady progress。 Shortly after noon； the raft was plete。 After they had prepared several steering poles； they were ready to continue on their way。
The Lords readied themselves also。 After a moment of melding； they bid ceremonious farewell to the
Ranyhyn。 Then they came down to the banks of the Defiles Course and bid Korik launch the raft。
Two of the Bloodguard fastened ropes to the raft while the others positioned themselves along its sides。 Together； they lifted the massive ironwood logs； heaved the raft into the river。 It bucked in the stiff current； but the two ropes secured it。 Cerrin and Sill leaped out onto it to see how it held together。 When they gave their approval； Korik signed for the Lords to precede him。
Lord Shetra sprang down to the raft； and at once set about wedging her staff between the center logs so that she could use its power for a rudder。 Lord Hyrim followed her； as did the other Bloodguard； until only the two who held the ropes remained on the bank。 Lord Shetra began to sing quietly； calling up the Earthpower through her staff。 When she was ready； she nodded to Korik。
At his mand； the last two Bloodguard sprang for the raft as the current ripped it away。
The raft plunged； swirled； the boiling water spun it out into the middle of the river。
But then Lord Shetra caught her balance。 The power of her staff took hold like a Gildenlode rudder in the hands of a Giant。 The raft resisted her； but slowly it became steady。 She piloted it down the torrent of the stream； and in moments the mission rushed out of the valley back into the grasp of Sarangrave Flat。
Free of the constriction of the valley； the Defiles Course gradually widened； slowed。 Then it began to wind and spill out into the waterways of the Sarangrave； and the worst of the current was past。
For the rest of the afternoon； Lord Shetra remained in the stern of the raft； guided it along the black water。 The riverbed bent and twisted as the Defiles Course became more and more woven into the fabric of Sarangrave Flat。 Side currents ran into and away from the main stream； and rocky eyots topped with tufts of jungle began to dot the river。 When the pace of the Course grew sluggish； she used her staff to
propel the raft； she needed headway to navigate the channels。 By evening she was greatly weary。
Then four of the Bloodguard took up the poles and began thrusting the raft through twilight into night； where only their dark…familiar eyes could see well enough to keep the raft moving safely。 Lord Shetra ate the meal Hyrim prepared for her over a small lillianrill fire； then dropped into slumber despite the stink and spreading dampness of the river。
But at dawn she returned to work； plying the Defiles Course with her staff。
However； Lord Hyrin soon came to her aid。 Alternately they propelled the raft throughout the day； and at night they rested while the Bloodguard used their poles。 In this way； the mission traveled down the Defiles Course until the evening of the twelfth day。 During the days； the sky was clear； and the sunlight was full of butterflies。 The raft made good progress。
But that night dark clouds hid the moon； and rain soaked the Lords； damaging their sleep。 When Korik called to them in the last blackness before dawn； they both threw off their blankets at once and came to their feet。
Korik pointed into the night。 In the darkness of a jungled islet ahead of the raft； there was a faint light。 It flickered and waned like a weak fire on wet wood； but revealed nothing。
As the raft approached the eyot； the Lords stared at it。 Then Shetra whispered； 〃That is a made light。 It is not natural to the Sarangrave。〃
The Bloodguard agreed。 None of the Flat's lightbearing animals or insects were abroad in the rain。
〃Pull in to the islet；〃 Shetra breathed。 〃We must see the maker of this light。〃
Korik gave the orders。 The Bloodguard at the poles moved the raft so that it floated toward the head of the islet。 When it was within ten yards of the edge； Doar and Pren slipped into the water。 They swam to the eyot； then faded up into the underbrush。 The steersmen swung the raft so that it floated downstream within jumping distance of the bank。
The islet was long and narrow。 As the mission
floated by almost within reach of the low…hanging branches； the light came into clearer view。 It was a thin flame…a weak flickering like the burn of a torch。 But it revealed nothing around it except the tree shadows which passed between it and the raft。
When the raft was some distance past it； the light went out。 Both the Lords started； raised their staffs； but they said nothing。 The steering Bloodguard leaned on their poles until one side of the raft nudged the bank。 Almost at once； Doar and Pren leaped out onto the logs； bearing between them the battered form of a man。
Immediately； the steersmen sent the raft swinging out into the main channel。 Lord Hyrim bent to light a lillianrill rod。
In the rain the torch shone dimly； but it revealed the man。 His face and limbs were streaked with dirt and grime； clotted with the blood of numerous small wounds； cuts； and scratches。 Surrounded by dirt and blood； the whites of his eyes glistened。 His clothes； like the wounds and mud on him； spoke of a long struggle to survive the Flat。 The remains of a uniform hung about him in shreds。
Only one piece of his apparel was intact。 He wore a scarred metal breastplate； yellow under the filth； with one black diagonal insignia across it。
〃By the Seven！〃 Lord Shetra said。 〃A Warhaft！〃
She caught hold of the man's shoulders。 But then she recoiled as if the man had burned her。 〃Melenkurion！ Warhaft；〃 she cried； 〃what has been done to you？ Your flesh is ice！〃
The man gave no sign that he heard her。 He stood where Doar and Pren had placed him； and his head hung to one side。 His breathing was shallow。 He did not move in any way； except to blink his eyes at long intervals。
But Shetra did not wait for answers。 〃Hyrim；〃 she said； 〃this man is freezing！〃 She snatched up her blanket； threw it over him。 Lord Hyrim built his torch into a fire。 There he boiled a stoneware pot of water until it was clean； while Shetra seated the man by the
fire。 She took hold of his head to force