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at dark crown made of writhing limbs。 When the flameweavers tapped this crown for fuel； they would increase their powers greatly。
Half an hour after Binnesman left the castle； an outrider came thundering from the west with urgent news。 He raced his horse through camp and leapt to the ground at Raj Ahten's feet。
Ah； Raj Ahten thought； Vishtimnu's army has finally been sighted。 In Raj Ahten's state； with his high metabolism； it seemed the man took forever to speak。 Fortunately； he did not wait for permission。
〃I beg pardon； Great King；〃 he said； head bowed。 The man's eyes were wide with fear。 〃But I have urgent news。 I was placed to watch at Harm's Gorge。 I must report that a horseman came to the gorge and destroyed the bridge。 He pointed a finger； uttered a curse； and the bridge collapsed。〃
〃What？〃 Raj Ahten asked。 Could the Earth Warden be seeking to cut off Raj Ahten from his reinforcements？ The wizard had claimed that he would not take sides in this battle； and Raj Ahten had believed him。 But the wizard was obviously up to something。
〃The bridge is destroyed。 The gorge is impassable；〃 the scout repeated。
Raj Ahten's scouts were trained to treat every question； even rhetorical questions； as queries。 They reported only what they saw； without embellishment。
〃Have you spotted signs of Vishtimnu？〃
〃No； O Great Light。 I saw no signsno scouts； no clouds of dust on the road。 The forest lies quiet。〃
Raj Ahten considered。 Just because his scout did not see signs of reinforcements； it did not mean that Vishtimnu was not ing。 It could well be that the wizard had his own means of detecting them。 And in an effort to delay the army from reaching Longmont； the wizard had destroyed the bridge。 But this would only slow Vishtimnu； not stop him。 Vishtimnu's armies brought great wains filled with food； clothing； and weapons； supplies enough to last the whole winter； to last for a long campaign。 The wagons would not be able to pass the gorge； would have to go around； some hundred and twenty miles。
This would slow the caravan at least four days； probably five or six。 It would slow even those knights mounted on force horses； so that they wouldn't reach Longmont today。
Destroying the bridge would do Raj Ahten little harm。 Unless。。。the wizard knew that more than one army marched through these woods； and therefore sought to cut off Raj Ahten's escape。
Raj Ahten suddenly realized that Jureem had run off only hours ago。 Perhaps he had feared to e to Longmont。 Perhaps Jureem himself had conspired to create a trap！
Raj Ahten didn't hesitate。 Two and a half miles northeast of Longmont； on a lonely mountain； an ancient observatory stood on a promontory that rose above the woods higher than any other hill for many miles。 Raj Ahten could see the observatory from herea round tower with a flat top； made of blood…red stone。 It was called the Eyes of Tor Loman。
From its lonely seat； the Duke's far…seers could watch the land for many leagues。 Raj Ahten did not have a man there now。 His scouts and far…seers had spread out along the roads north； south； east； and west； increasing their view。 Yet it was possible that at this moment； his far…seers could be racing this way with some evil report。
Raj Ahten called to his men； 〃Maintain the attack！ Get the pyre burning！〃
He spun and raced over the green fields of Longmont with all the speed he could safely muster。
Chapter 47
THE EYES OF TOR LOMAN
On the castle wall； Orden watched in fascination as the messenger rode to Raj Ahten； gesticulating。 Several giants ambled between Orden and the Wolf Lord； blocking Orden's view。
Orden had studied the Wolf Lord； hoped the man would try to rush the castle。 He had his men and dogs and giants and ladders all prepared。 The mages were ready。 But Raj Ahten remained patient。
Yet when the messenger came； Orden took heart。 Bad news for Raj Ahten； Orden guessed by the demeanor of the messenger。 Desperation might only be a moment away。
Then Raj Ahten fled。 He leaped a stone fence； raced over the downs。
Orden counted off seconds； trying to guess Raj Ahten's speed。 A hundred and ten； perhaps a hundred and twenty miles per hour the Runelord raced over the flats； slowing as he careered round the castle； taking to the air as he raced over a hill up the north roadtoward the old observatory。
If that is the fastest you can run； I can beat you； Orden exulted。 He glanced at his men along the wall…walk。
He had a hundred young men lying beneath the merlons； waiting for flameweavers to send their infernal missiles to smash against the castle。 Spurts of fire would rise up through the grillwork of the machicolations。 Each four or five times such a missile hit； the young men were to cry out as if wounded。 Some young men were very dramatic； and at that moment； one of them leapt up； holding a leather vest against himself and batting at it furiously before pretending to fall as one slain。 The boy had set the vest there ten minutes earlier； waiting for it to catch fire。
Many boys nearby tried to stifle chuckles at these antics。 But those antics served a purpose。 So long as Raj Ahten believed his tactics wore the castle down； he'd keep at them。
Orden took quick stock。 If he could follow Raj Ahten； catch him； he'd be able to battle him alone； man to man。
〃I'd better go；〃 Orden said。
Beside him； one of his captains gazed longingly toward Raj Ahten。 〃May the Powers be with you！〃 The captain clapped Orden on the back。
〃You and I and Sylvarresta shall be hunting in the Dunnwood by nightfall；〃 Orden said。 〃Have no fear。〃
Orden blew a deep； bass hunting horn in signal。 Immediately his men at the gates let the drawbridge drop。 His energies swelled as all through the castle the men in his serpent ring held perfectly still。
Suddenly the air seemed to thicken to the consistency of syrup。 Orden had the strength of twelve men； but with the metabolism of sixty； it required considerable effort to breathe。
He leapt forward； bearing a single weapona thin half…sword； sharp enough to strike off Raj Ahten's head。 He planned to take Gaborn's warning to heart； decapitate the Wolf Lord。 And he carried his shield。
He began running； leaping down the stairs from the castle wall； surprised at the initial push it took to bat inertia。 Running required constant； steady pressure。 As he spun round a corner； his momentum was such that he accidentally veered from his course。
He raced down to the gate； and already his men had begun raising the drawbridge； as he had ordered。 He bounded up the slight incline； gingerly leapt forty feet to clear the moat； running as he landed； and hurried after Raj Ahten。
The resistance of the wind against his shield felt tremendous。 After a few yards he dropped it； hurried through the charred streets of the city； then veered onto a footpath that led over the downs。
The grass seemed marvelously green this morning； having been cleansed by last night's rains； and everywhere the little white winterstar flowers lay among the fields。
Orden raced over the downs； found that like Raj Ahten； when he reached the top of a mound； he was traveling so fast that he became airborne。
Orden had read of men who had