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〃You called for me； Highness？〃 he said at last。
The king stood hunched over the sill of one of the high…arched windows； his heavy cloak glinting in the torchlight like a fly's glass…green back。 Although the afternoon was only half gone； the sky outside was evening…dark； purple and sullen gray。 The curve of Elias' shoulders made Guthwulf think of a vulture。 The king wore the heavy gray sword scabbarded at his side； seeing it； the earl shivered uncontrollably。
〃The storm is almost upon us；〃 Elias said without turning。 〃Have you been this high in Green Angel Tower before？〃
Guthwulf forced himself to speak casually。 〃I have been m the entry hall。 Perhaps once to the chaplain's rooms on the second floor。 Never this high； sire。〃
〃It is a strange place；〃 the king said； his gaze still fixed on something beyond the northwestern window。 〃This place； Green Angel Tower； was once the center of the greatest kingdom Osten Ard has ever seen。 Did you know that； Guthwulf？〃 Elias swung away from the window。 His eyes were bright； but his face was drawn and lined as though his iron crown were cinched too tightly about his brow。
〃Do you mean your father's kingdom； Highness？〃 the earl asked； puzzled and more than a little fearful。 He had felt only a kind of dread when he had received this latest summons。 This man was no longer his old friend。 At times the king seemed almost unchanged； but Guthwulf could not ignore the underlying reality： the Elias he had known might as well be dead。 However； the gallows in Battle Square and the spikes atop the Nearulagh Gate were now crowded with the mortal remains of chose who had upset this new Elias in some way or other。 Guthwulf knew to keep his mouth well shut and do what he was told…at least for a while longer。
〃Not my father's； idiot。 For the love of God； my hand stretches over a far realer kingdom than his ever did。 My father had King Lluth on his very doorstep； now there are no other kings but me。〃 Elias' moment of bad temper faded as he waved his arm expansively。 〃No； Guthwulf； there are more things in this world than such as you can even dream of。 This was once the capital of a mighty empire…vaster than Fingil's； greater than Rimmersgard； older than the Nabban of the Imperators； stronger in lore than lost Khandia。〃 His voice sank so that it was almost lost in the call of the wind。 〃But with his help； I will make this castle the seat of an even greater kingdom。〃
〃Whose help； Highness？〃 Guthwulf could not refrain from asking。 He felt a surge of cold jealousy。 〃Pryrates？〃
Elias looked at him oddly for a moment； then burst into laughter。 〃Pryrates！ Guthwulf； you are artless as a child！〃
The Earl of the Utanyeat bit the inside of his cheek to hold back the angry…and potentially fatal…words。 He clenched and unclenched his scarred fists。 〃Yes； my king；〃 he said at last。
The king was once more staring out the window。 Above his head； the great bells slept in dark clusters。 Thunder muttered somewhere far away。 〃But the priest does keep secrets from me；〃 Elias said。 〃He knows my power is growing as my understanding increases； and so he tries to hide things from me。 Do you see that； Guthwulf？〃 He pointed out the window。 〃Well； Fires of Hell； man； how can you see from there？〃 the king snarled。 〃e closer！ Do you fear the wind will freeze you？〃 He laughed strangely。
Guthwulf reluctantly stepped forward； thinking of what Elias had been like before this insanity had begun to creep in： quick…tempered； yes； but not inconstant as a spring breeze； fond of jokes； but with the bluff humor of a soldier； not this mocking and inprehensible wit。 It was growing harder and harder for Guthwulf to recall that other man； his friend。 Ironically； it seemed that the madder Elias became； the more he grew to resemble his brother Josua。
〃There。〃 The king gestured across the damp rooftops of the Hayholt toward the gray bulk of Hjeldin's Tower； squatting along the Inner Bailey's northern wall。 〃I gave that to Pryrates to use for his various endeavours…his investigations； if you will…and now he keeps it always locked； he will not even give a key to his king。 For my safety； he says。〃 Elias glared across at the priest's brooding tower； gray as the sky； upper windows of thick red glass。 〃He is growing very proud； the alchemist。〃
〃Banish him； Elias…or destroy him！〃 Guthwulf spoke without thinking； then decided to press on。 〃You know I have always spoken to you as a friend； blunt when it was needed。 And you know I am no craven who whimpers when a little blood is spilled or a few bones are cracked。 But that man is poisonous as a serpent and far more dangerous。 He will stab you in the back。 Only say the word and I will kill him。〃 When he finished he found that his heart was racing； as in the hour before battle。
The king stared for a moment； then laughed again。 〃Ah； there is the Wolf I knew。 No； no； old friend； I told you once before： I need Pryrates； and I will use whatever I need to perform the grand task before me。 Neither will he stab me in the back； for you see； he needs me； too。 The alchemist uses me…or thinks he does。〃
Thunder pealed again in the distance as Elias stepped away from the window and laid his hand on Guthwulfs arm。 The earl could feel the radiating cold right through his heavy sleeve。 〃But I do not want Pryrates to kill you；〃 the king said； 〃…and kill you he would； make no mistake。 His courier arrived today from Nabban。 The letter tells me that negotia… tions with the lector are going very well； and that Pryrates will be back in a few days。 That is why it was a happy thought to send you out to the High Thrithings at the head of my knights。 Young Fengbald was pressing for the mand； but you have always been of great service to me； and…more importantly…you will then be out of the red priest's path until he has done what I need。〃
〃I am grateful for the chance to serve； my king；〃 Guthwulf said slowly； several kinds of anger and fear swelling venomously within him。 To think that the Earl of Utanyeat had e to such sneaking and bowing！
What if he were to grab Elias； he thought suddenly； wildly…just grab the king and then fling himself over the window's low railing； both of them plunging down over a hundred cubits to smash like eggs。 Usires the Ransomer； what a relief it would be to end this festering brain…sickness that had crept all through the Hayholt and through Guthwulf himself！ His mind reeled。 Aloud； he only said： 〃Are you sure that these rumors of your brother are not just that？ Rumors only； the imaginings of plaining peasants？ I find it hard to believe that anything could have survived。。。 could have survived Naglimund。〃 One step； he thought； just one； then the two of them would be gliding down through the heavy air。 It would all be over in moments and the long dark sleep would begin。。。
Elias moved away from the window； breaking the spell。 Guthwulf felt chill sweat beading on his forehead。 〃I do not heed 'rumors；' my dear Utanyeat。 I am Elias the High King； and I know。〃 He stalked to a window on the tower's far side； one that faced southeast； into the teeth of the wind。 His hair swirled； black as a crow's wing。 〃There。〃 He pointed out across th