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shot with spinning； whirling sparks。
The towering thing at the room's center laughed and blazed； but gave no light。 It seemed instead to suck all brightness into its own interior； so that it fattened and grew taller still。 A wild； writhing knot of bodies leaped around it； the heads and waving arms of clamoring Sithi…folk silhouetted against the red blaze。
Simon looked around in panic。 Jiriki was gone。
Another sound was now rising through the chaos； swelling until it equaled the terrible mirth of the Red Hand creature。 It was the raw… throated baying of a hunting pack。
A horde of pale shapes came flooding into the Yasira。 White hounds were suddenly everywhere； their slit eyes reflecting the hellish light of the thing at the chamber's center； their howling red mouths snapping and barking。
〃Ruakha； ruakha Zida'…yei！〃 Simon heard Jiriki shouting somewhere nearby。 〃T'si e…isi'ha as…Shao Irigu！〃
Simon moaned； searching desperately for some weapon。 A lithe white shape vaulted past him； carrying something in its dripping mouth。
Jingizu。
A memory forced itself into Simon's head。 As though the blaze without had kindled a blaze within； a burning tongue of remembrance leaped up inside him the black depths beneath the Hayholt； a dream of tragedy and ghostly fire。
Jingizu。 The heart of all Sorrow。
The tempest of disorder rose and grew wilder； a thousand throats wailing in the spark…flurrying darkness； a broil of flailing limbs and terrified eyes and the maddening voices of the Stormspike pack。 Simon tried to stand； then quickly threw himself back to the ground。 The scrambling Sithi had found their bows； arrows were flying through the smoky air； visible only as streaks of light。
A hound stumbled toward Simon and sagged to the ground at his feet； a blue…fletched arrow through its neck。 Revolted； Simon crawled away from the corpse； feeling the grass and the parchment ashes of butterflies between his fingers。 His hand closed upon a rock； which he lifted and clutched。 He crept forward like a blind mole toward where the heat and noise were greatest； driven by nothing he could describe； helplessly reliving something he might have experienced in a dream； a vision of spectral figures that ran in fearful panic while their home died in flames。
A huge beast； the largest hound Simon had ever seen； had driven Shima'onari back toward the trunk of the great ash tree； forcing the lord of the Sithi up against the blackened and smoldering bark。 Shima'onari's robe was smoking。 Weaponless； Jiriki's father held the dog's massive head in his bare hands； struggling to keep the clashing jaws from his face。 Strange lights flickered around them； blue and glaring red。
Near where his father struggled； Jiriki and several others had sur… rounded the bellowing fire…creature。 The prince was a small figure stand… ing before the beast of the Red Hand； his witchwood sword Indreju a black tongue of shadow held upraised against the shimmering flames。
Simon lowered his head and crawled forward； still struggling toward the center of the Yasira。 The din was deafening。 Bodies pushed past him； some of the Sithi racing forward to help Jiriki fight the invader； others running like maddened creatures； their hair and clothes afire。
A sudden blow flung Simon to the turf。 One of the dogs was upon him； his corpselike snout thrusting for his throat； blunt claws scraping at his arms as he tried frantically to twist out from under it。 He groped unseeing until he found the stone that had slipped from his grasp； then struck at the creature's head。 It yelped wetly and dug its teeth into his shirt； gouging his shoulder as it tried to reach his neck。 He struck again； struggled to free his weary arm； then brought the stone down once more。 The dog went limp and slid down his chest。 Simon rolled over and kicked the body away。
A scream abruptly shuddered out； overtopping the tumult； and a wintry wind howled through the Yasira； a freezing gale that seemed to pass right through him。 Fanned by that wind； the fiery figure at the center of the chamber grew even larger for a moment； then fell back into itself in a burst of billowing flame。 There was a sound like thunder； then Simon felt a great percussive slap against his ears as the creature of the Red Hand vanished in a rain of hissing sparks。 Another rush of wind threw Simon and many others flat on the ground as air hurried to fill the space where the blazing thing had been。 After that； a strange sort of quiet came down over the Yasira。
Stunned； Simon lay on his back staring upward。 The sheen of natural twilight slowly returned； gleaming through the mighty tree whose limbs were now empty of living butterflies； but studded with their blackened remains。 Groaning； Simon clambered up onto his shaky legs。 All around him the inhabitants of Jao e…Tmukai'i were still milling in shocked disorder。 Those Sithi who had found spears and bows were putting an end to the remaining dogs。
Had that terrible scream been the fire…creature's death shriek？ Had Jiriki and the others somehow destroyed it？ He stared into the cloudy murk in the middle of the chamber； trying to see who it was that stood beside the Mist Lamp。 He squinted and took a step forward。 Amerasu was there。。。 and someone else。 Simon felt his heart lurch。
A figure with a helmet made in the image of a snarling dog stood at First Grandmother's shoulder； wreathed m the smoke curling up from the scorched earth。 One of this intruder's leather…clad arms was around her waist； clutching her slight； sagging form as closely as it might hold a lover。 The other hand slowly lifted the hound…helm free； revealing the tanned mask of Ingen Jegger。
〃Niku'a！〃 he shouted。 〃Yinva！ e to me！〃 The huntsman's eyes gleamed scarlet； reflecting the smoldering bark of the great tree。
Near the trunk of the ash； the huge white hound rose unsteadily。 Its fur was scorched and blackened； its ragged maw all but toothless。 Shima'onari remained unmoving on the ground where the beast had crouched； a bloodied arrow clutched in the Sithi…lord's fist。 The dog took a step； then fell clumsily and rolled onto its side。 Innards gleamed from the opening in its belly as Niku'a's broad chest moved slowly up and down。
The huntsman eye's widened。 〃You've killed him！〃 Ingen screamed。 〃My pride！ The best of the kennels！〃 He carried Amerasu before him as he took a few steps toward the dying hound。 First Grandmother's head bobbed limply。 〃Niku'a！〃 Ingen hissed； then turned and looked slowly around the Yasira。 The Sithi stood unmoving all around； their faces blood…stained and ash…smeared as they silently returned the huntsman's stare。
Ingen Jegger's thin mouth contorted in sorrow。 He lifted his eyes to the scorched limbs of the ash tree and the gray sky above。 Amerasu was pinned against his chest； her white hair curtaining her face。
〃Murder！〃 he cried； then there was a long moment of silence。
〃What do you want from First Grandmother； mortal？〃
It was Likemeya who spoke so calmly。 Her white dress was smeared with ashes。 She had e to kneel beside her fallen husband； and she held his reddened hand in hers。 〃You have caused enough heartache。 L