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my rapier and went out onto the balcony。 Two guttering torches at the gates showed me the creature crouched in the courtyard's center。 It had e from no womb of this earth； but only from an Evocator's incantations。 Imagine a hyena； a hairless hyena starved nearly to death； and with the face of a man。
The creature spoke…in the voice of a man who might have e straight from the Archons' dungeons。 〃You are summoned；〃 the being screeched。 〃You are summoned to the castle。 All men； all women； who are not Lycanthian。 You are summoned。 In one hour； The oracle has named this for the time。 You are ordered to appear。 All of you。 It is the order of the Archons。 You must obey。 You are summoned。 Let those who disobey find the death； the death of burning； the death of water； the death of crushing； the death of falling。 This is the voice of the Archons。 One hour。〃
The being loped out of the courtyard； down the cobbled street toward another inn。 I turned and saw Janos； his face stone。 〃This means a death；〃 he said。 〃I was afraid they would sniff us out。〃 He nodded to me。 〃You must order everyone dressed。 No one is to carry a weapon； not even an eating knife。 We must be in the square before the sands run out of a glass 。。。 Or else we shall all die。〃
The streets of Lycanth were eerie： here and there were torches carried by bewildered foreigners； silent patrols of Lycanthian soldiery stalked through the streets； refusing to answer all questions except to repeat that the Archons must be obeyed。 The high buildings were dark； as if no one was behind the windows； but now and then I caught the flash of a white face as it chanced a look out； then ducked back behind curtains。
Janos had returned hastily to his chamber while I gave the orders。 I heard the crashing of something being smashed； then nothing。 I had to shout three times before he came out。 Now； as we walked through the streets； I heard him stop by Maeen。 Then he moved up to Eanes； and I heard him ask； in a whisper； if he could read。 Eanes may have been frightened； but had enough self to snap that of course he could； not being a barbarian from Lycanth。
Then he moved up to me。 〃Here；〃 he whispered； handing me a bit of metal。 〃Learn this。 Recite it at the proper time。 You will know when。 I have given one to Maeen and to Eanes as well。〃
〃What about Cassini？〃 I whispered back。 Our Evocator was walking a few yards in front of us。
〃He has nothing to worry about；〃 Janos said。 〃The cloak of equals will extend over him。〃 He handed me a cap； used by the servitors to keep dust from their hair。 〃Pull it on。 We need to light no watch fire for them。〃
Ahead of us was the castle。 Over its main entrance…the gate lowered and the portcullis raised…was a great flare； roaring flame； without fuel or support。 I heard part of a whisper from one of the soldiers。 〃Stink 。。。 sorcery 。。。〃
〃Upon your life；〃 Janos hissed。 〃Say nothing； and think nothing bad about what is happening。〃
It was now light enough for me to look at what I held。 It was a shard of highly polished brass。 Now I understood the crash I'd heard…the brass was part of the reflector for one of the room lamps in our quarters。 Scratched on it by a knife point were words：
I am a mirror
I am not seen
I think as you
My mind is a wall
Feel nothing
Think nothing
What you see is what you are
What you see is what we are
I am a mirror
As frightened as I was； I still wondered： first the bundle of thaumaturgical objects； and now this incantation。 Did Janos Greycloak fancy himself an Evocator？ But there was no time for further thought； soldiers closed around us as we went through the gate and into the huge open courtyard。
At the far end was a stand； a stand like a great podium。 On it stood two men； their bodies shimmered； and they appeared to be taller than men should be。 Each of them wore the diadem of Archon。 I shuddered 。。。 This was an evil。 mon men； let alone outsiders； were never supposed to lay eyes on Lycanth's Archons； their Master Evocators。 I heard a soldier whisper a prayer and the thud of the blow as Maeen struck him。 We were formed into lines by Lycanthian soldiers。 There were perhaps three or four hundred of us in the square。 Dressed or half…dressed； none of us wore the garb of Lycanth。 Men and women； nobles and slaves； children and ancients。 Some of us were crying； some of us were drunk and trying to appear brave。
Then another creature appeared between the two Archons。 I heard a voice； from nowhere； from everywhere。
〃There is evil； there is evil； there is evil abroad this night
Evil for me； evil for Lycanth； evil that must be ended
The vision is clear； the vision is clear
This is the hour
This is the hour
Seek； our messenger； our inquisitor； our lover。〃
The third creature…I now saw it was the ghastly messenger that had summoned us here； a being created by the blackest of spells…leaped down from the sand。 It bounded toward us； and somehow I knew what its new role would be： finder。 I could hear sniffing as it came。 I knew this was the time。
I am mirror
I am unseen 。。。
The creature moved down our ranks； slowly。 As it approached me； one of our soldiers fainted。 I heard his body thud against the flagstones。
。。。 Feel nothing
Think nothing 。。。
The demon was in front of me。 I dared not look down。 I felt its loathsome muzzle touch my bare leg and barely kept from writhing。
What you see is what you are 。。。
I did not fall。 The hound was gone。 I heard a puzzled whine from down the row； but did not chance a look。 The beast sounded exactly like one of my own dogs； knowing that what he sought was close； but still somehow hidden。 There came the scratch of claws 。。。 ing back toward me。
What you see is what we are 。。。
Again； the beast passed on。 This time it broke from our ranks and trotted to an open space between us and the Archons。 It sat on its haunches and then howled at the setting moon。 Once。 Twice。 A third time。 Someone came out from the crowd toward the seeker； summoned by the baying。
It was a young woman。 Even now I can remember how ely she was。 She was very young…perhaps she was even a virgin。 She wore only nightclothes。 At another time； someone might have felt the stirrings of lust。 But not now。 Not here。 Lycanth had chosen its victim。 She walked to the beast。 It was as if her feet wanted to run； to flee。 But the spell would not let her。 Her lovely face was contorted in horror。 There came a shimmer in the air in front of her； a shimmer like that hanging around the Archons。 The shimmer became a dagger…not large and with a slightly curving blade。 The maiden herself might have used one like it in her kitchen if she were a moner； or one of her slaves would have sliced her morning fruit with it if she were noble。
Very slowly the woman took the blade。 She turned the blade toward her。 Then she made the first cut。 The spell she was under allowed her to scream。 None of us could run； could even turn our eyes。 She cut again。 And again。 To this day； her screams still hang hi my mind。 It was near dawn before she could not scream anymore； and they let her die。 The demon vanished； and there was no one standing on the Archons' podium。
We turned and stumbled o