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But would it be good to do so？ Where did goodness fit in here？ A measured response seemed appropriate； just； but the diagram suggested to Gaborn that justice and virtue were not the same。 A good man would enlarge the Domain of others； not merely protect his own Domains。 Thus； when administering justice； one had to choose： Is it better to be a just man at this moment； or a good one？
Do I give to the man who robs me？ Praise the man who belittles me？
If Gaborn sought to be good； he could do little else。 But if he sought to be a protector for his people； was that not also good？ And if he sought to protect his people； he could not afford to be virtuous。
The Days' teachings seemed muddling。 Perhaps； he thought； the Days hide these teachings from the Runelords out of passion。 By。 the Days' standards； it is a hard thing for a man to be virtuous。 Raj Ahten seeks my realm。 By their standards； if I were good； perhaps I would give it to him。
Yet that seemed wrong。 Perhaps it is a greater virtue for a Runelord to be just and equitable？
He began to wonder if even the Days understood the implications of their diagram。 Perhaps it was not three circles of Domains； but more。 Perhaps if he rearranged the individual types within the Domains； forming nine circles； he could better gauge how to react to an attempt at invasion for each。
He considered Raj Ahten。 The Wolf Lord violated men's Domains at every level。 He took their wealth and their homes； destroyed families； murdered； raped； and enslaved。
Gaborn needed to protect himself； his people； from this beast who would ravage the world。 But he could not simply frighten Raj Ahten away； could not bully the man or reason with him or cow him by denouncing him to the people。
The only thing Gaborn could do to save his people would be to find a way to kill Raj Ahten。
Gaborn listened closely； asking Earth if that was its will； but felt no responseno shaking of the earth； no burning in his heart。
At the moment； Gaborn could not touch the Wolf Lord。 Raj Ahten was too powerful。 Still； Gaborn thought he might spy on Raj Ahten； maybe discover how best to wound him。 Perhaps Raj Ahten had prized Dedicates he carried with him； or perhaps a certain counselor drove the Wolf Lord relentlessly in pursuit of conquest。 Slaying a counselor could acplish much。
Gaborn might discover such things。 But he'd have to get close； first。 He'd need to find a way into the inner circles of the castle。
Gaborn wondered if Earth would approve。 Should I fight Raj Ahten？ By doing this； would I violate my oath？
It seemed a good plan； daring； to spy on the Wolf Lord and learn his weakness。 Gaborn had already established some cover in the Dedicates' Keep； as Aleson the Devotee。
Gaborn judged that if he and Rowan went to the gate of the Dedicates' Keep just after dawn； after Raj Ahten's night guard changed； and took some odd items of spice with them； perhaps they could gain entry。 All that night； he lay awake； considering。。。
The sun rose pink in the east； stirring a dawn chill as Gaborn and Rowan left the spice house； carrying small bales of parsley and peppermint。 A low mist was creeping up from the river； over the walls； making a blanket on the fields。 The rising sun dyed the blanket gold。
Gaborn stopped outside the door； tasted the mist。 It had an odd scent； the tang of sea salt where there should be none。 Almost he could imagine the cries of gulls in that mist； and ships sailing from harbor。 It made him long for home； but Gaborn thought he just imagined the odd scent。
The sounds of morning were like any other morning。 The cattle and sheep were still wandering about the city； and their bawling and baaing filled the air。 Jackdaws chatted noisily from their nests among the chimneys of houses。 The blacksmith's hammer rang； and from the cooking chamber in the Soldiers' Keep one could smell fresh loaves baking。 But overwhelming the sumptuous scent of food； even the sea mist； was the acrid stench of burned grasses。
Gaborn did not fear being spotted。 He and Rowan were dressed like moners； anonymous inhabitants of the castle。
Rowan led Gaborn up a fog…shrouded street； until they reached an old shack； a sort of hermitage on the steep side of the hill； near where the wizard's garden had stood。 Grapevines climbed the back wall of the shack。 It would take only a minor freeze to bring out the sweetness in the grapes。
Gaborn and Rowan filled their stomachs； unsure what other food they might get that day。 At the sound of coughing within the hermitage； Gaborn got up； prepared to leave。 Someone began thumping inside the cottage； hobbling on a cane。 It was but a matter of time before the occupant came outside and discovered them。
Gaborn pulled Rowan to her feet just as hunting horns sounded over the fields south of the castle。
This blare of horns was followed immediately by grunts and shrieks。 Gaborn climbed a little higher up the hill to look over the Outer Wall； to the mist…shrouded fields。 The river lay to the east； with fields beyond it。 The trees of the Dunnwood sat on a hill across the valley to the south。
At the edge of the wood on the south hill； Gaborn suddenly spotted movement in the fog： the glint of steel armor； peaked helmslances raised in the air。 Horsemen rode at the edge of the woods； cantering through the fog。
Before them raced a thousand nomen； black shadows who lumbered over the ground on all fours； shrieking and howling in terror。 The nomen fled toward the castle； half…blinded by daylight。
There； Gaborn saw a rider wearing the midnight…blue livery of House Orden； with the emblem of the green knight。
He could not fathom ithis father attacking the castle。
No！ he wanted to shout。
It was a suicide charge。 His father had brought a few men as a retinue。 They had e as a light escortmere decorationnot prepared for war！ They had no siege engines； no wizards or ballistas。
As Gaborn realized all this； he knew it hardly mattered。 His father believed that Gaborn was in Castle Sylvarresta and that the castle had fallen。 His father would do whatever he thought necessary to win back his son。
That recognition filled Gaborn with guilt and horror； the thought that his stubbornness； his stupidity； had suddenly put so many people's lives in jeopardy。
Though his father's soldiers had e as 〃mere decoration；〃 they did not fight like decorations。 The horses plunged downhill； churning the fog； their horsemen's axes were raised high overhead。 Gaborn saw nomen running； naked； fleeing the knights' axes。 They shrieked in horror； their yellow fangs gaping wide。 Some nomen turned； set their spear butts in the mud。
His father's knights surged forward on armored horses； lances shattering； axes falling； blood and mud and fur filling the air； along with the howls of nomen； the screams of the dying。
Hoofbeats thundered from the south。 Hundreds of voices rose in a shout； the battle cry of 〃Orden！ Brave Orden！〃
In answer； a tremendous roar came from the east。 A contingent of Frowth giants rushed over the fields on the far side of the river； making toward the Dunnwood from the eastern fieldseighty giants lumbering like moving hills in the fog。
Shouts arose from guards on the