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squatting on the fields。 There would be no escaping them this night。
To the credit of the guards at the gates of the Dedicates' Keep； they did not open to Raj Ahten immediately。 When the Wolf Lord made his way up the city streets to this； the most protected keep within the castle； the guards held fast。
They waited for King Sylvarresta to descend from the tower； with Iome walking at his side； hand…in…hand。 Two Days followed immediately behind； and Chemoise trailed。
Good； Iome thought。 Let the Wolf Lord sit outside the gates for a moment longer； waiting on the true lord of Castle Sylvarresta。 It was a small retribution for what she knew would e。
Though Iome saw no outward sign of fear in her father's face； he held her hand too tightly； clenching it in a death grip。
In a moment they descended from the tower to the gates of the Dedicates' Keep。 The guards here were the best warriors in the kingdom； for this was the sanctum； the heart of Sylvarresta's power。 If a Dedicate were killed； Sylvarresta's power would be diminished。
The guards looked smart with their black…and…silver livery over their hauberks。
As King Sylvarresta strode to them； both men held their pikes； tips pointed to the ground。 On the far side of the keep wall； Raj Ahten could be seen through the portcullis gates。
〃My lord？〃 Captain Ault asked。 He was ready to fight to the death； if Iome's father so desired。 Or to slay both the King and Iome； save them from the torturous end Iome feared。
〃Put them away；〃 Sylvarresta said； his voice shaken with uncertainty。
〃Do you have any orders？〃 Ault asked。
Iome's heart pounded。 She feared that her father would ask him to slay them now； rather than let them fall into enemy hands。
A debate had long raged among the lords in Rofehavan as to what one should do in such circumstances。 Often a conquering king would try to take endowments from those he defeated。 In doing so； he became stronger。 And Raj Ahten was far too powerful already。 Some thought it more noble to kill themselves than to submit to domination。
Others said that one had a duty to live in the hope of serving one's People another day。 Iome's father vacillated on this point。 Since two days past； when he'd lost two endowments of wit； the King had bee suddenly cautious； fearful of what he'd forgotten； afraid to make mistakes。
King Sylvarresta looked down at Iome； tenderly。 〃Life；〃 he whispered； 'is so sweet。 Don't you think？〃
Iome nodded。
The King said softly； 〃Life。。。Iome； is strange and beautiful； full of wonders； even in the darkest hours。 I have always believed that。 One must choose life； if one can。 Let us live； in the hope of serving our people。〃
Iome trembled； fearing that he'd made the wrong choice； fearing that the death of her and her father would better serve her people。
King Sylvarresta whispered to Auk； 〃Open the gate。 And bring us some lanterns。 We'll need some light。〃
The burly captain nodded grimly。 From his eyes； Iome knew Ault would rather die than watch Sylvarresta lose his kingdom。 He did not agree with the King's decision。
Ault saluted； touching the haft of his pike to the bill of his iron cap。 You will always be my lord； the gesture said。
King Sylvarresta gave him a curt nod。 The guards unbarred the gates； each took a handle； pushing them outward。
Raj Ahten sat on his gray stallion with white speckles on its rump。 His guards surrounded him。 His Days； a tall； imperious man with graying temples； waited at his back。 The Wolf Lord's horses were large； noble beasts； Iome had heard of the breed but had never seen one before。 They were called imperial horses； brought from the almost legendary realm of the toth； across the Caroll Sea。
Raj Ahten himself looked regal； his black mail covering his body like glistening scales； the wide owl's wings on his helm drawing the eye to his face。 He stared impassively at the King； at Iome。
His face was neither old nor young； neither quite male nor female； as was the case with those who'd taken many endowments of glamour from persons of both sexes。 Yet he was beautiful； so cruelly beautiful that Iome's heart ached to look into his black eyes。 His was a face to worship； a face to die for。 His head weaved from side to side； minutely； as will happen with those who have many endowments of metabolism。
〃Sylvarresta；〃 he said from his horse； omitting any title； 〃is it not customary to bow to your lord？〃
The power of Raj Ahten's Voice was so great that Iome felt almost as if her legs had been kicked out from under her。 She could not control herself； and fell down to give her oblations； though a voice in the back of her head whispered； Kill him； before he kills you。
Iome's father fell to one knee； too； and cried out。 〃Pardon me； my lord。 Wele； to Castle Sylvarresta。〃
〃It is now called Castle Ahten；〃 Raj Ahten corrected。
Behind Iome； there was a clanking of metal as the keep's guards brought a gleaming lantern from the guardroom。
Raj Ahten stared at them a moment； firelight reflecting from his eyes； then dismounted his horse； jumping lightly to the ground。 He walked up to Sylvarresta。
He was a tall man； this Wolf Lord； half a head taller than Iome's father； and she had always thought her father to be a big man。
In that moment； Iome felt terrified。 She didn't know what to expect。 Raj Ahten could sweep out his short sword in a blur； decapitate them both。 She wouldn't even have time to flinch。
One could not anticipate this man。 He'd conquered all the Southern kingdoms around Indhopal in the past few years； growing in power at a tremendous speed。 He could be magnanimous in his kindness； inhuman in his cruelty。
It was said that when the Sultan of Aven got cornered in his winter palace at Shemnarvalla； Raj Ahten responded by capturing his wives and children at their summer home； and threatened to catapult the Sultan's sons over the palace walls。 The Sultan responded by standing on the castle walls； grasping his groin； and calling out； 〃Go ahead； I have a hammer and anvils to make better sons！〃 The Sultan had many sons； and it was said that on that night； as each was set aflame； the cries were horrifying； for Raj Ahten waited until the child's cries died before he sent the flaming body over the castle walls。 Though the Sultan would not surrender； his own guards could not bear to hear the cries； and so his men opened the gates。 When Raj Ahten entered； he took the Sultan； determined to make an example of him。 What happened next； Iome could not say。 Such things were never discussed in civilized countries。
But it was known that Raj Ahten sat in judgment on the kings he conquered before his wars were ever begun。 He knew which he would butcher； which he would enslave； which he would make regents。
Iome's heart pounded。 Her father was an Oath…Bound Lord； a man of decency and honor。 In her opinion； he was the most passionate ruler in all the realms of Rofehavan。
And Raj Ahten was the blackest usurper to walk the earth in eight hundred years。 He dealt with no king as an equal； considered the world his vassals。 The two could not share the throne to Heredon。
Raj Ahten pulled the horseman's warhammer from the sheath at his back。 It was a long…handl