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； for when she looked into Gaborn's eyes； all her fears； all her self…loathing and sense of ugliness vanished。 It was as if he were some living talisman that wrought a change on her very heart。 A stone fortress； she thought。 A haven。 〃Please；〃 he begged； using all the powers of his Voice。
She nodded yes； numb。 〃I'll e。〃
Gaborn squeezed her hand。 〃I don't know how； yet； but I'll e for you and your fathersoonin the Dedicates' Keep。〃
Iome felt again that sensual thrill； the longing she associated with the presence of Binnesman。 Her heart pounded。 He had just held her tenderly； as though she still had her endowments of glamour； as if she were beautiful。
He turned； took a short sword from a corpse and tucked it in the folds of his robe； then hurried from the tomb； his fleeting shadow blocking the cold sunlight a moment。
As he fled； she almost dared not believe he would return for her； that he would not save her。 Yet a warm certainty filled her。 He would be back。
When he was gone； Iome's Days said； 〃You should be careful of that one。〃
〃How so？〃
〃He could break your heart。〃 Iome could not fail to note something odd in the Days' voice； a tone of respect。
Iome felt terrified。 If Raj Ahten caught her trying to escape； he'd show no mercy。 Yet she knew that her heart was not pounding in fear； but for another reason。 She held her hand over her heart； trying to still it。
I think he already has broken it； she told herself。
Chapter 18
DUELING WITH DECEPTION
Two hours after Gaborn fled Iome in the tombs； Borenson rode up to the ruined gates of Castle Sylvarresta； a green flag of truce flying from a dead nomen's lance。 He forced a smile。
His muscles ached； and his armor was covered in blood。 He now rode a new horse； gleaned from a fellow soldier who would never ride again。
It would be a game to match wits with Raj Ahten； one he did not want to play。 Luck had not favored him。 Most of his warriors had been slaughtered。 He'd paid for every small victory。 His soldiers had slain more than two thousand nomen。 He had unhorsed most of the Wolf Lord's army； and had managed to slay or drive off a number of Frowth giantswhile a dozen more of the creatures had perished in that insane fire。 Dozens of Raj Ahten's legendary Invincibles had followed Borenson's men into the woods； and the Invincibles were now so full of arrows that their corpses looked as prickly as hedgehogs。
Yet Borenson had not won a clear victory； despite heavy enemy losses。 Raj Ahten had quit hunting Borenson's men when they got deep into the woods； fearing an ambush。 In part； Borenson had hoped that Raj Ahten would brave the woods； where his own men； he felt sure； would have the advantage。
But Borenson also wanted Raj Ahten to fear that ambush； needed Raj Ahten to believe that the woods were full of men。 King Orden had often said that even a man with great endowments of wit could be outsmarted； for 〃Even the wisest man's plots are only as good as his information。〃
So it was that Borenson rode up to the gates of Castle Sylvarresta； reigned his horse in at the moat。 Smiling。
On the charred wall above the ruined gate towers； one of Raj Ahten's soldiers waved his own lance overhead three times； an acceptance of Borenson's request for truce； then waved at him； beckoning him to ride into the castle。 The drawbridge was down； its gears and chains melted。 One side of the drawbridge was so charred it had a hole in it large enough to let a man ride through。
Borenson stayed where he was； not wanting to deliver messages in private； and shouted； 〃I'm in no mood for a swim； not in this armor。 Raj Ahten； I bear a message for you！ Will you face me； or must you hide behind these walls？〃
It seemed madness to accuse the Wolf Lord of cowardice； but Borenson had long ago decided that sanity was no virtue in an insane world。
In twenty seconds； when he heard no response； Borenson shouted again。 〃Raj Ahten； in the South they call you the Wolf Lord； but my lord says you are no wolf； that you are born of a mon whippet； and that you have not the natural affections of a man； but instead are given to fondling bitches。 What say you？〃
Suddenly； atop the wall； stood Raj Ahten； shining like the sun； the white owl's wings sweeping wide from his black helm。 He gazed down； imperious； unperturbed by the insults。
〃Serve me；〃 he said softly； so seductively that Borenson almost found himself leaping from his horse； to fall on one knee。
But he recognized the use of Voice immediately； was able to ignore it。 A captain in Orden's guard could not be the kind of man easily swayed by Voice。
〃Serve you； the one who's been baying from these walls all morning； breathing out threats to my lord？ You must be mad！〃 Borenson said。 He spat on the ground。 〃I fear there is no profit in serving you。 You don't have long to live。〃
〃You claim to have a message？〃 Raj Ahten asked。 Borenson thought that the Wolf Lord seemed too eager to stem the tide of insults。
Borenson made a show of taking a long gaze at the soldiers along the castle walls。 Thousands of archers were there； other defenders with pike and sword。 And on the wall…walks behind them were citizens of Castle Sylvarrestacurious boys； eager to hear his message。 Some farmers； merchants； and tradesmen stood now to defend the walls for Raj Ahten as vigorously as they would have stood to defend Sylvarresta the night before。 Borenson felt acutely aware that his message was for these soldiers and townsmen more than for Raj Ahten。 A message foretelling doom that was delivered in private might demoralize a single leader。 The same message delivered before an army could subvert an entire nation。
〃Such a small army； to be trapped so far from home；〃 Borenson said； as if musing to himself。 Yet he threw his own voice； loud enough so the men on the far walls could hear。
〃They are a fine army；〃 Raj Ahten said。 〃Good enough for the likes of you。〃
〃Indeed；〃 Borenson countered。 〃I do mend them。 Your men died most excellently in the woods this morning。 They fought almost as well as expected。〃
Raj Ahten's eyes blazed。 Borenson had succeeded in angering him。 This is maybe not the smartest thing I've ever done； Borenson told himself。
〃Enough of this；〃 Raj Ahten said。 〃Your own men died well； too。 If you desire a contest to see whose men die best； then I must concede that your men will win； for I slaughtered enough of them today。 Now； deliver your message。 Or did you e merely to try my patience？〃
Borenson raised a brow； shrugged。 〃My message is this。 Two days ago King Mendellas Draken Orden took the castle at Longmont！〃
He waited a moment for this news to sink in； then added； 〃And though you have sent occupying forces to hold that piece of rock； King Orden bids me to let you know that your reinforcements have been slaughtered to the man。〃
This news shook the defenders on the castle walls。 Raj Ahten's men were gazing at one another； trying to consider how to react。
〃You lie；〃 Raj Ahten said evenly。
〃You accuse me of lying？〃 Borenson said； using his own gift of Voice as best he could； trying to sound righteous and indignant。 〃You know the truth of it。 As proof； you may search your own feelings。 This mo