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push of Skodi's body against his was like a smothering fever…dream。 He stood half…a…head taller； but had no more power to resist her than if he had been an infant。 What sort of witch was this girl？
Skodi began to shout in piercing Rimmerspakk as she swayed against him。 The lines of a face began to reform in the bonfire。 Through tears that the heat forced from his eyes； Simon saw the unstable black mouth opening and closing like a shark's。 A cold and dreadful presence came down upon them…questing； questing； sniffing for them with predatory patience。
The voice roared at them。 This time Simon could hear speech in the jumble of sound； unrecognizable words that made his very teeth ache。
Skodi gasped in excitement。 〃It is one of Lord Red Eye's highest servants； just as I hoped！ Look； sir； look！ The present you want！〃 She forced Simon to lift Thorn； then stared eagerly at the shadowy thing moving in the blaze as it spoke again。 Her exhilarated grin soured。 〃It does not understand me；〃 she whispered against Simon's neck with the easy familiarity of a lover。 〃It cannot find the right road。 I feared this。 My charm alone is not strong enough。 Skodi has to do something she did not want to do。〃 She turned her head outward。 〃Vren！ We must have blood！ Get the bowl and bring me some of the tall one's blood。〃
Simon tried to cry out； but could not。 The heat within the circle was lifting Skodi's fine hair like wisps of pale smoke。 Her eyes seemed flat and inhuman as potshards。 〃Blood； Vren！〃
The boy stood over Sludig； an earthenware bowl in one hand； the blade of the knife…huge in Vren's small fingers…lying against the Rimmersman's neck。 Vren turned to look back at Skodi； ignoring Binabik as the troll struggled on the ground nearby。
〃That is right； the big one！〃 Skodi cried。 〃I want to keep the little one！ Hurry； Vren； you stupid squirrel； 1 need blood for the fire now！ The messenger will go away！〃
Vren lifted his knife。
〃And bring it carefully！〃 Skodi cried。 〃Don't spill any inside the circle。 You know how the little ones swarm when charms are spoken； how hungry they are。〃
The Hyrka boy suddenly whirled and came stalking toward Skodi and Simon； his face suffused with anger and fear。 〃No！〃 he screamed。 For a moment Simon felt a rush of hope； chinking that the boy meant to strike Skodi down。 〃No！〃 Vren shrieked again； waving the knife in the air as tears coursed down his cheeks。 〃Why are you keeping them？ Why are you keeping him！？〃 He jabbed his blade in Simon's direction。 〃He's too old； Skodi！ He's bad！ Not like me！〃
〃What are you doing； Vren？〃 Skodi narrowed her eyes in alarm as the boy leaped forward toward the circle。 The blade swept up； red…gleaming。 Simon's muscles burned as he strove to throw himself out of the boy's path； but he was clenched in a hand of stone。 Sweat sluiced into his eyes。
〃You can't like him！〃 Vren screeched。 With a croaking shriek； Simon managed to squirm just enough for the blade aimed at his ribs to miss and tear along his back instead； leaving a track of cold silvery pain。 Something m the fire bellowed like a bull； then the darkness fell in on top of Simon； blotting out the faded stars。
Eolair had left her alone for a moment while he went back through the great doorway to fetch another lamp。
As she waited for the Count of Nad Mullach's return； Maegwin gazed happily down at the vast stone city in the cavern below。 A great burden had been lifted from her。 Here was the city of the Sithi； of Hernystir's allies of old。 She had found it！ For a while； Maegwin had begun to believe herself as mad as Eolair and the others thought； but here it stood。
It had e to her at first as a certain disorder in her dreams…troubled dreams that were already dark and chaotic； full of the suffering faces of her beloved dead。 Then other images began to seep through。 These new dreams showed her a beautiful city rippling with banners； a city of flowers and captivating music； hidden from war and bloodshed。 But these visions that appeared in the last； fleeting moments of sleep； although preferable to her nightmares； had not helped to calm her。 Rather； in their richness and exotic wonder； they had inflamed Maegwin with fear for her own troubled mind。 Soon； in her wanderings through Grianspog's tunnels； she had also begun to hear whispering in the earth's depths； chanting voices unlike anything she had ever experienced。
The idea of the ancient city had grown and flowered until it became far more important than anything happening within reach of sunlight。 Sunlight brought evil： the daystar was a beacon for disaster； a lamp that the enemies of Hernystir could use to seek out and destroy her people。 Only in the deeps did safety lie； down among the roots of the earth where the heroes and gods of elder days still lived； where the cruel winter could not。
Now； as she stood above this fantastic stone city…her city…a vast sense of satisfaction spread over her。 For the first time since her father King Lluth had gone away to battle Skali Sharp…nose； she felt peace。 True； the stone towers and domes spread across the rock canyon below did not much resemble the airy summer…city of her dreams； but there seemed small doubt that this was a place crafted by inhuman hands； and it stood in a place where no Hernystiri had walked since time out of mind。 If it was not the dwelling place of the deathless Sithi； then what was it？ Of course it was their city； that seemed laughably obvious。
〃Maegwin？〃 Eolair called； slipping through the half…open door。 〃Where are you？〃 The worry in his voice brought a tiny smile to her face； but she hid it from him。
〃I am here； of course。 Count。 Where you bade me stay。〃
He came and stood at her shoulder； gazing down。 〃Gods of storm and stone；〃 he said； shaking his head； 〃it is miraculous。〃
Maegwin's smile came back。 〃What else would you expect of such a place？ Let's go down and find those who live here。 Our people are in great need； you know。〃
Eolair looked at her carefully。 〃Princess； I doubt very much that anyone is living there。 Do you see anything moving？ And no lights are burning but our own。〃
〃What makes you think that the Peaceful Ones cannot see in darkness？〃 she said； laughing at the foolishness of men m general and clever ones like the count in particular。 Her heart was racing so that the laugh threatened to get away from her。 Safety！ It was a breathtaking thought。 How could anything harm them in the lap of Hernystir's ancient protectors？
〃Very well； my lady；〃 Eolair said slowly。 〃We will go down a short way； if these stairs are to be trusted。 But your people are worrying about you；〃 he grimaced； 〃…and me； too； before long。 We must return quickly。 We can always e back again later； with more folk 〃
〃Certainly。〃 She fluttered her hand to show how little such concerns affected her。 They would return with all her people； of course。 This was the place they would live forever； out of reach of Skali and Elias and the rest of the blood…soaked madmen above ground。
Eolair grasped her elbow； guiding her with almost laughable caution。 She herself felt the urge to skip down the rough…hewn stairs。 What could hurt th