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Gaborn turned to look up at Iome； saw the expression on her face； then stood slowly； as if the effort pained him。 He walked to her； grabbed her shoulders as she slid from her horse； and held her close。
She thought he would kiss her； tell her not to weep。
Instead his voice sounded hollow and dead as he whispered fiercely； 〃Grieve for us。 Grieve。〃
Borenson thundered into Longmont in a red fury。 From the moment he had crested a ridge five miles back and seen the ruined towers； the crowd milling on the downs outside the castle； he'd known the news would be bad。 Among the crowd； many colors flew； but none for Raj Ahten。
He wished Raj Ahten were dead； wanted to strike against him with a rage so burning that Borenson had never felt its like。
So he was still in a frustrated rage when he galloped down the north road into Longmont and met the ragged moners milling about by the thousands。 He looked among the crowd for the colors of Orden； saw them nowhere。
He rode up to a pair of teens who scrambled among the snow outside the castle； robbing the corpse of one of Raj Ahten's soldiers。 One young man was perhaps fourteen； another eighteen。 At first he thought the vermin were stealing money pouches or rings； and he'd have belittled them for doing so。 Then he recognized that one lad was wrestling the armor from the corpse； while the other helped lift the dead weight。
Good。 They sought armor and weapons that they could never otherwise purchase。
〃Where is King Orden？〃 Borenson asked； trying to keep the emotion from his voice。
〃Dead； like all them buggers in the castle；〃 the youngest lad answered。 He had his back to Borenson； hadn't seen to whom he was speaking。
A sound escaped Borenson's throat； something like a growl or a snort。 〃Everyone？〃
Pain must have sounded in his voice； for the lad turned and looked up； eyes widening in fear。 He dropped the body and backed away； raising a hand in salute。 〃Yesyes； sir；〃 his older friend said formally。 〃Only one man lived to tell the tale。 Everyone else is dead。〃
〃A man survived？〃 Borenson asked distantly； though he wanted to cry out； call Myrrima's name and see if she would answer。 Myrrima had been in this castle。
〃Yes； sir；〃 the older lad said。 He staggered backward； afraid Borenson would strike。 〃Youyour men fought bravely。 King Orden made a serpent； and fought the Wolf Lord man…to…man。 Theywe won't forget such sacrifice。〃
〃Whose sacrifice？〃 Borenson asked。 〃My king's； or the buggers'？〃
The young men turned and ran as if Borenson would strike them both down； and he very nearly did； but he felt little anger toward them。
Borenson scanned the downs wildly； as if Myrrima might stand on the brow of a hill waving to him； or as if he might see one of Raj Ahten's scouts crest a ridge。 Instead； as he looked up； he spotted Gaborn beneath an oak。
The Prince had laid out King Orden's body； ringed it with spears from his fallen guards； as was the custom in Mystarria。 He just stood there； over his dead father； hugging Iome。 The Princess had her back to Borenson； and wore a hood； but there could be no mistaking the curves of her body。 A knot of three Days all huddled a few yards off to the side； watching the scene with studied patience。
The idiot King Sylvarresta had e off his horse； was in the circle of spears； fawning over King Orden； gazing about dumbly； as if to beg for help。
A sense of horror and desolation swept Borenson； so that he cried out in astonishment and despair。
The fallen castle； the fallen king。
I may have killed him； Borenson thought wildlymy own king。 Orden had fought Raj Ahten hand…to…hand； and lost。 I could have followed my king's orders； slain all the Dedicates。 Had I obeyed in every detail； perhaps it would have changed something。 Perhaps Raj Ahten would have died in that battle。
I let my king die。
The guilt that welled up in Borenson was a wild thing； a storm that came from everywhere and seemed to uproot every fiber of his sanity。
An ancient law in Mystarria said the last mand of a king must be obeyed； even if the king falls in battle。 The mand must be obeyed。
The air seemed to grow thick around Borenson。 From deep in his throat； the battle chuckle issued as he lowered his lance； flipped down the visor of his helm with a rapid nod of his chin； then spurred his horse into a gallop。
His lips clenched tight against his teeth。
White had fallen from gray clouds earlier。 Soft cold。 Frozen beauty； covering everything； sparkling when a patch of sunlight struck it。
King Sylvarresta gaped in wonder； sometimes moaning in delight when he saw a new beautythe mounds of snow crusting a pool in the road； or clumps of melting snow dropping from a tree。 He had no word for 〃snow；〃 could not recall it。
Everything seemed new； brimming with wonder。 He felt very tired； but could not sleep once he came to the castle。
There were too many oddities here； people behind him crying out in pain。 He looked at the castle； saw fallen towers。 He could only marvel at how they had fallen。
A woman led his horse up a hill； to a great tree where spears stood about in a circle。
Sylvarresta listened to the young man talk to the woman； then gazed up in the tree。 An orange cat； the kind of half…wild mouser mon to farms； sat on a branch； staring down at him。 It stood； arched its back； then walked out on a huge limb above King Sylvarresta； its tail twisting in the air。 It meowed hungrily and gazed at something on the ground。
King Sylvarresta followed its gaze； noticed a man lying on the ground； under a shimmering green cape。 He recognized that royal cape； the one that had mesmerized him just this morning。 He recognized the man beneath it。
King Orden。 His friend。
At the same moment； he knew something was profoundly wrong。 Orden did not move。 His chest did not fall and rise。 He only clasped his hands over a blue flower。
In an instant Sylvarresta's world shattered。 He remembered what this was； dredged it up from some deep place where all horrors lay hidden。
He shouted wordlessly； not knowing the name for this thing； and leapt from his horse。 He hit the ground； scrambled over the snow； sliding in the muck； till he broke through the fence of spears that stuck in the ground； reached Orden's hand。
Orden's cold fingers held a single flower； blue as sky。 Sylvarresta grasped the cold fingers； picked them up and tried to get them to move。 Reached for Orden's cheek； stroked it； to find it as cold as the rest of him。
Sylvarresta cried； and turned back； to discover whether the others knew this great dark secret； knew of this beast that stalked them all。
As he caught the eyes of the young man and the woman； he saw horror there。
〃Yes；〃 the young man said softly。 〃Death。 He is dead。〃
Yes； they knew the secret。
The woman said in a sad if scolding tone； 〃Fatheroh please； e away from there！〃
In the fields below； a knight rode a great warhorse； speeding toward them like an arrow； his visor and his lance lowered。 So swift he came。 So swift。
Sylvarresta shouted the great secret。 〃Death！〃
Chapter 58
BROKEN MEN
Gaborn heard the thud of hoofbeats； the ringing of mail as links clanged against one another。 He had th