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It pulled at me； that thought。 It became tangled in my mind with the memory of my stepfather's distracted stare； of the witch in chains。 Good could not e from evil； I felt sure。 Not without sacrifice。 Not without blood and atonement。 My fear was growing again。
The peaceful Ones might have been gone； but I was learning that their great house remained lively。
As I hurried downward； following the tracks of my stepfather and his pany in the dust of centuries； I found suddenly that I had taken a wrong turning。 The passage ended in a pile of broken stone； but when I returned to the last cross…corridor； there was no sign of footprints； and the place itself was not familiar； as though the ruins themselves had shifted around me。 I closed my eyes； listening for the sound of Tellarin's voice； for I felt sure that my heart would be able to hear him through all the stone in Erkynland。 But nothing came to me but the ghost…murmurs； which blew in like an autumn breeze； full of sighing； rustling nonsense。
I was lost。
For the first time it became clear to me what a foolish thing I had done。 I had gone into a place where I should not be。 Not one person knew I was there； and when my last candle burned out； I would be lost in the darkness。
Tears started in my eyes； but I wiped them away。 Weeping had not brought my father back； or my mother。 It would do me no good now。
I did my best to retrace my steps； but the voices flittered around me like invisible birds； and before long I was wandering blindly。 Confused by the noises in my head and by the flickering shadows； twice I almost tumbled into great crevices in the passageway floor。 I kicked a stone into one that fell without hitting anything until I could not bear to listen any longer。
The darkness seemed to be closing on me； and I might have been lost for ever … might have bee another part of the whispering chorus … but by luck or accident or the hand of fate； I made a turning into a corridor I did not recognize and found myself standing at the lip of another stairwell； listening to the voice of the witch Valada drift up from the deeps。
'。。。 not an army or a noble household that you can order about； Lord Sulis。 Those who lived here are dead； but the place is alive。 You must take what you are given 。。。'
It was as though she had heard my very thoughts。 Even as I shuddered to hear my forebodings spoken aloud； I hurried towards the sound； terrified that if it faded I would never again hear a familiar voice。
What seemed another hour went by； although I had been so long in the haunted dark that I was no judge。 Mu lover and the rest seemed almost to have bee phantoms themselves； floating ahead of me like dandelion seeds； always just beyond my reach。
The stairs continued to curl downward； and as my third and fourth candles burned I could see glimpses of the great spaces through which we all descended； level upon level； as if making a pilgrimage down the tiers of Heaven。 At times； as the candles flickered on the wooden base； I thought I could see even more。 From the corner of my eye the ruins seemed to take on a sort of life。 There were moments when the ghost…voices swelled and the shadows seem to take on form。 If I half…closed my eyes； I could almost see these bleak spaces full of bright； laughing folk。
Why did the Northmen kill such beauty？ And how could a people who built such a place be defeated by any mortals； however bloodthirsty and battle…hungry？
A light bloomed in the depths； red and yellow； making the polished stone of the stairwell seem to quiver。 For a moment I thought it only another wisp of my imagination； but then； from so close it seemed we could kiss if we wished； I heard my beloved's voice。
'Do not trust her sire；' Tellarin said； sounding more than a little fearful。 'She is lying again。'
Intensely happy； but with my caution abruptly restored； I shaded the candle with my palm and hurried down the stairs as quietly as 1 could。 As their voices grew louder； and I saw that the light blooming in the darkness came from their torches； I pinched the flame to extinguish my candle pletely。 However glad I was to find them； I guessed they would not feel the same about me。
I crept closer to the light； but could not see Tellarin and the others because something like a cloud of smoke blocked my view。 It was only when I reached the base of the curving stair and stepped silently on to the floor of the great chamber that I could actually see the four shapes。
They stood in the middle of a room so cavernous that even the torches my lover and Avalles held could not carry light to its highest corners。 Before them loomed the thing I had thought was smoke。 I still could not see it clearly； despite the torch flames burning only an arm's length from it； but now it seemed a vast tree with black leaves and trunk。 A shadow cloaked it and hid all but the broadest outline； a dark shroud like the mist that hid the hills on a winter morning； but it was not mist in which the tree…shape crouched； I felt sure。 It was pure Darkness。
'You must decide whether to listen to me or a young soldier'； the witch was saying to my stepfather。 'I will tell you again … if you cut so much as a leaf； you will mark yourselves as ravagers and it will not go well with you。 Can you not feel that？'
'And I think Tellarin is right'； Avalles proclaimed； but his voice was less sure than his words。 'She seeks to trick us。'
My stepfather looked from the tree…shadow to the witch。 'If we may not take any wood； then why have you brought us here？' he asked slowly； as though it cost great effort just to speak。
I could hear the sour smile in Valada's answer。 'You have held me captive in your damp pile of stones for two moons； seeking my help with your mad questions。 If you do not believe that I know what I know； why did you shackle me and bring me here？'
'But the wood 。。。 ？'
'I did not say you could not take anything to burn； I said that you would be a fool to lift axe or knife to the Great Witchwood。 There is deadfall beneath； if you are bold enough to search for it。'
Sulis turned to Avalles。 'Go and gather some dead wood； nephew。'
The young knight hesitated； then handed his torch to my stepfather and walked a little unsteadily towards the great dark tree。 He bent beneath the outer branches and vanished from sight。 After an interval of silence； Avalles stumbled back out again。
'It is 。。。 it is too dark to see'； he panted。 His eyes were showing white around the edges。 'And there is something in there … an animal； perhaps。 I。。。 I can feel it breathing。' He turned to my stepfather。 'Tellarin's eyes are better than mine 。。。〃
No！ I wanted to scream。 The tree…thing sat and waited； cloaked in shadows no torchlight could penetrate。 I was ready to burst from hiding and beg my beloved not to go near it； but as if he had heard my silent cry； Lord Sulis cursed and thrust the torch back into Avalles' hand。
'By Pelippa and her bowl！' my stepfather said。 'I will do it myself。'
Just before he stepped through the branches； I thought I