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hich an illegitimate child of an unknown father； or anyone whose luck had run out； was spoken of as a child of the Emperor。
Mala had never had reason to consider the possibility of a real man still going about in the real world bearing that title； let alone that he might conceivably have 。。。 no； she was drugged； not thinking clearly。 The ave * Duke … or whoever it had been … had been young； and he had certainly not worn the Emperor's clown mask。
The hallucinatory haze that washed over her with the beginning of her next contractions； Mala could hear Jord ing back。 Maybe； she thought； hopefully now； Jord was after all the baby's father。 She couldn't see Jord very clearly； but she could hear him； panting from his quick climb up the many Temple steps； and sounding almost childishly proud of having successfully located whatever it was that the priestess had sent him after。 And now Mala could feel his huge hand； holding both of hers； while he started talking worriedly to the priestess about how his first wife had died trying to give birth to their third child。 What would Jord think now if he knew that it might have been the Duke。。。
And then the dream； into which this latest set of labor pangs had been transformed； took over firmly。 There was a shrill magical chanting in new voices； the voices of invisible beings who were marching round Mala's bed。 Jord and the priestess and all other human beings were gone； but Mala had no time to be concerned about that； because there were too many purely delightful things to claim all of her attention； here in the flower garden where she was lying now。。。
The chanting rose； but other voices； in unmusical dispute； were intruding upon it； too loudly for any music to have covered them up： They sounded angry； as if the dispute was starting to get serious。。。
There were flowers heaped and scattered around Mala on all sides； great masses of blooms； including kinds that she had never seen or even imagined before； prodigally disposed。 She lay on her back on a … what was it？ a bed？ a bier？ a table？ … and around her； beyond the banks of flowers； the gods themselves were furiously debating。
She was able to understand just enough of what they said to grasp the fact that some of the gods and goddesses were angry； unhappy with some of the things that Ardneh had been doing to help her … whatever those things were。 From where Mala lay； she could see no more of Ardneh than his head and shoulders； but she could tell from even this partial view that he was bigger than any of the other deities。 The face of Ardneh； Demon…Slayer； Hospitaller； bearer of a thousand other names besides； was inhumanly broad and huge； and something about it made Mala think of mill…machinery； the largest and most plex mechanism with which she was at all familiar。
She thought that she could recognize some of the others in the debate also。 Notably the Smith； by the great forge…hammer in his hand； and his singed leather clothes； and above all by his twisted leg。 For Jord's sake； Mala feared and hated Vulcan。 Of course at the moment she was too drugged to feel very much about anyone or anything。 And anyway the Smith never bothered to look at her； though he was bitterly opposing Ardneh。 The argument between the two factions of the gods went on； but to Mala's perception its details gradually grew even less clear。
And now it seemed to Mala that her babe had already been born； and that he lay before her already cleaned and diapered； his raw belly bound with a proper bandage。 Ardneh's faction had prevailed； at least for the time being。 The baby's blue eyes were open； his small perfect hands were reaching for Mala's breast。 The masked figure of his father stood in the background； and said proudly： 〃My son； Mark。〃 It was one of the names Mala had discussed with Jord； one that appeared already in both their families。
〃When the time es；〃 said the voice of Ardneh now； blotting out all other sounds （and the tones of this voice reminded Mala somehow of the voice of her dead father）； 〃When the time es； your first…born son will take the sword。 And you must let him go with it where he will。〃
〃His name is Mark；〃 said the figure of the masked man in the dream。 〃My mark is on him； and he is mine。〃
And Mala cried aloud； and awoke slowly from her drugged and enchanted dream； to be told that her first…born son was doing just fine。
Chapter 1
One day in the middle of his thirteenth summer； Mark came home from a morning's rabbit…hunting with his older brother Kenn to discover that visitors were in their village。 To judge from their mounts； the visitors were unlike any that Mark had ever seen before。
Kenn； five years the older of the two； stopped so suddenly in the narrow riverside path that Mark； following lost in thought； almost ran into him。 This was just at the place where the path came out of the wild growth on the steep riverbank； and turned into the beginning of the village's single street。 From this point it was possible to see the four strange riding…beasts； two of them armored in chainmail like cavalry steeds； the other two caparisoned in rich cloth。 All four were hitched to the munity rack that stood in front of the house of the chief elder of the village。 That hitching rack was still an arrowshot away； the street of Arinon Aldan was longer than streets usually were in small villages； because here the town was strung out narrowly along one bank of a river。 〃Look；〃 said Mark； unnecessarily。
〃I wonder who they are；〃 said Kenn； and caught his lower lip between his teeth。 That was a thing he did when he was nervous。 Today had not been a good day for Kenn； so far。 There were no arrows left in the quiver on his back； and only one middle…sized rabbit in the gamebag at his side。 And now； this discovery of highborn visitors。 The last time the brothers had e home from hunting to find the mount of an important personage tied up at the elder's rack； it had been Sir Sharfa who was visiting。 The knight had e down from the manor to investigate a report that Kenn and Mark had been seen poaching； or trying to poach； in his game preserves。 There were treasures living in there； hybrid beasts； meant perhaps as someday presents for the Duke； exotic creatures whose death could well mean death for any moner who'd killed them。 In the end； Sir Sharfa hadn't believed the false； anonymous charges； but it had been a scare。 。
Mark at twelve was somewhat taller than the average for his age； though as yet he'd attained nothing like Kenn's gangling height。 If Mark bore no striking resemblance to Jord； the man he called his father； still there was … to his mother's secret and intense relief … no notable dissimilarity either。 Mark's face was still childround； his body form still childishly indeterminate。 His eyes were bluish gray； his hair straight and fair； though it had begun a gradual。 darkening； into what promised to be dark brown by the time that he was fully grown：
〃Not anyone from the manor this time；〃 said Kenn。 looking more carefully at the accoutrements of the four animals。 Somewhat reassured； he moved forward into the open village street； taking an increasing interest in the novelt