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as though he heard something。 He made the Tree sign with slow deliberatrbn； lips moving in what might have been prayer； then returned to his seat。 He set the sword across his lap； then picked up his book and opened it； spreading it atop the sword。 But for the set of his jaw and the faintest tremor in his fingers as he turned the pages； he might have been thinking only of a good night's sleep…but Simon knew that he was waiting for something far different。 The scene wavered and dissipated like smoke。
〃Do you see？ Do you understand now？〃 the angel asked； impatient as a child。
Simon felt as though he groped at a large sack。 Something was inside it； and he could feel strange corners and significant bumps； but just when he thought he knew what it contained； his imagination failed。 He had been in the gray fog a long time。 Thinking was difficult…and it was hard to care。
〃I don't know。 Why can't you just tell me； angel？〃 〃It is not the way。 These truths are too strong； the myths and lies around them too great。 They are surrounded on all sides by walls I cannot explain； Simon。 You must see them and you must understand for yourself。 But this has been your story。〃
His story？ Simon thought again about what he had seen； but meaning seemed to slither away from him。 If he could only remember what things had been like before； the names and stories he had known before the grayness surrounded him！
〃Hold to them；〃 the angel said。 〃If you can get back； these truths will be of use to you。 And now there is one more thing I must show you。〃
〃I'm tired。 I don't want to see any more。〃 The urge for restful oblivion had returned； pulling at him like a powerfill current。 All he had gained from this visitor was confusion。 Go back？ To the world of pain？ Why should he bother？ Sleep was easier； the drowsy emptiness of not caring。 He could just let go； and all would be so easy。。。。
〃Simon！〃 There was fear in the angel's voice。 〃Don't！ You must not give up。〃
Slowly the angel's verdigrised features appeared once more。 Simon wanted to ignore her； but although her face was a mask of lifeless bronze； there was something in her voice； some note of true need； that would not let him。
〃Why can't I rest？〃
〃I have only a little while left with you； Simon。 You were never near enough before。 Then I must give you a push to send you back or you will wander here forever。〃
〃Why do you care？〃
〃Because I love you。〃 The angel spoke with sweet simplicity that held neither obligation or reproach。 〃You saved me…or you tried。 And there are others 1 love who need you。 There is only a small chance that the storm can be turned away…but it is the only chance that remains。〃
Saved her？ Saved the angel who stood on the tower top？ Simon felt exhausting confusion tug at him again。 He could not afford to wonder。。
〃Then show me； if you must。〃
This time the translation from gray nothing to living vision seemed more difficult； as though this place was somehow harder to reach； or as though her powers were flagging。 The first thing Simon saw was a great circular shadow； and for a long time he saw nothing else。 The shadow grew ragged at one edge。 Tracings of light appeared there； then became a figure。
Even in the dislocated netherworld of the vision； Simon felt a stab of fear。 The figure that sat at the edge of the shadowy circle wore a crown of antlers。 Before it； point down； double…guarded hilt clutched in its hands； was a long gray sword。
The enemy！ His mind was empty of names； but the thought was clear and cold。 The black…hearted one； the frozen yet burning thing that caused the world's misery。 Simon felt fear and hatred burning inside him so strongly that for a moment the vision flickered and threatened to vanish。
〃See！〃 The angel's voice was very faint。 〃You must see！〃
Simon did not want to see。 His entire life had been destroyed by this monstrosity； this demon of ultimate evil。 Why should he look？
To learn the way to destroy it； he told himself； struggling。 To keep my anger strong。 To find a reason to go back to the pain。
〃Show me。 I will watch。〃
The image strengthened。 It took Simon a moment to realize that the darkness which surrounded the enemy was the Pool of Three Depths。 It gleamed beneath the cloak of shadows； the stone carvings uncorrupted； the pool itself alight and scintillant； shifting as though the very water were alive。 Washed by the liquidly shifting glow； the figure sat on a pedestal on a peninsula of stone with the Pool all around。
Simon dared to look closer。 Whatever else it might be； this version of the enemy was a living creature； skin and bone and blood。 His long…fingered hands moved fretfully on the pommel of the gray sword。 His face was covered by shadow； but his bowed neck and shoulders were those of one horribly burdened。
His attention captured； Simon saw with surprise that the antlers upon the enemy's head were not horns at all； but slender branches： his crown was carved from a single circlet of some silvery…dark wood。 The branches still bore a few leaves。
The enemy lifted his head。 His face was strange； as were the faces of all the immortals Simon had seen…high…cheeked and narrow…chinned； pale in the shifting light； and surrounded by straight black hair； much of which hung in twisted plaits。 His eyes were wide open； and he stared across the water as though in desperate search。 If something was there； Simon could not see it。 But it was the expression upon the enemy's face that Simon found most disconcerting。 There was anger； which
did not surprise him； and an implacable determination in the set of the long jaw； but the eyes were haunted。 Simon had never seen such unhappiness。 Behind the stern mask lurked devastation； an inner landscape that had been scoured to bare rock； a misery that had hardened into something like the stuff of the earth itself。 If this being ever wept again； it would be tears of fire and dust。
Sorrow。 Simon remembered the name of the gray sword。 Jingizu。 So much sorrow。 He felt a kind of convulsion of despair and anger。 He had never seen anything as terrible； as frightening； as the enemy's suffering face。
The vision wavered。
〃。。。 Simon 。。。〃 The angel's voice was as quiet as a leaf tumbling across the grass。 〃。。。 I must send you back。。。。〃
He was alone in misty gray nothingness。 〃Why did you show me that？ What is it supposed to mean？〃
〃。。。 Go back； Simon。 I am losing you； and you are far away from where you should be。。。。〃
〃But I need to know！ I have so many questions！〃
〃。。。 I waited for you so long。 I am called to go on； Simon。 。。。〃
And now he did feel her slipping away； A very different kind of fear caught at him。 〃Angel！ Where are you？！〃
〃。。。 I am free now 。。。〃 Faint as feather brushing feather。 〃I have waited so long。。。。〃
And suddenly； as the last touch of her voice slid away； he knew her。
〃Leieth！〃 he cried。 〃Leieth！ Don't leave me！〃
A sense of her smiling； of Leieth free and flying at last； brushed him； then was gone。 Nothing came in its place。
Simon was suspended in emptiness； without