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eassured； he moved forward into the open village street； taking an increasing interest in the novelty。
〃Sir Sharfa's elsewhere anyway；〃 put in Mark； tagging along。 〃They say he's traveling on some business for the Duke。〃 The villagers might not see…their manorlord Sir Sharfa more than once or twice a year； or the Duke in a lifetime。 But still for the most part they kept up with current events； at least those in which their lives and fortunes were likely to be put at risk。
The first house in the village； here at the western end of the street； was that of Falkener the leatherworker。 Falkener had no liking for Jord the miller or any of his family … some old dispute had turned almost into a feud … and Mark suspected him of being the one who'd gone to Sir Sharfa with a false charge of poaching。 Falkener was now at work inside his half…open front door； and glanced up as the two boys passed； if he had yet learned anything of what the visitors' presence meant； his expression offered no information on the subject。 Mark looked away。
As the boys slowly approached the hitching rack； they came into full view of the Elder Kyril's house。 Flanking its front door like a pair of sentries stood two armed men； strangers to the village。 The guards； looking back at the young rabbit…hunters； wore wooden expressions； tinged faintly with disdain。 They were hard； tough…looking men； both mustached； and with their hair tied up in an alien style。 Both wore shirts of light chain mail； and emblems of the Duke's colors of blue and white。 The two were very similar； though one was tall and the other short； the skin of one almost tar black and that of the other fair。
As Mark and Kenn were still approaching； the Elder's door opened； and three more men came out； engaged in quiet but urgent talk among themselves。 One of the men was Kyril。 The two with him were expensively and exotically dressed； and they radiated an importance the like of which Mark in his young life had never seen before。
〃Ibn Gauthier。〃 Kenn whispered the name very softly。 The two brothers were walking very slowly now； their soft…booted feet dragging in the summer dust as they passed the Elder's house at a distance of some twenty meters。 〃The Duke's cousin。 He's seneschal of the castle； too。〃
Seneschal was a new word to Mark … he'd never heard it e up in the village current…events gossip； but if Kenn was impressed by it； he was impressed also。
The third man in the little group； a graybeard like the Elder； wore blue robes。 〃And a wizard；〃 added Kenn； his whisper falling almost to inaudibility。
A real wizard？ thought Mark。 He wasn't at all sure that Kenn would know a real wizard if he saw one。。。 but what actually impressed Mark at the moment was the behavior of the Elder Kyril。 The Elder was actually being obsequious to his visitors； acting the same way some poor landless serf might when brought in to stand before the Elder。 Mark had never seen the old man behave in such a way before。 Even during Sir Sharfa's periodic visits； the knight； who was actually the master； always spoke to the old man with respect； and listened to him carefully whenever village affairs were under discussion。 Today's visitors were listening carefully too … Mark could see that though he couldn't hear what was being said； but gave no evidence that they regarded the Elder with respect。
The Elder's eye now happened to fall upon the two boys who were gaping their slow way past his house。 He frowned abruptly； and called to Kenn by name； at the same time beckoning him with a brisk little wave； it was a more agitated motion than Mark could remember ever seeing the Elder make before。
When Kenn stood dose before him； gaping in wonder； Kyril ordered： 〃Go； and take down that sword that hangs always on your father's wall； and bring it directly here。〃 When Kenn； still goggling； hesitated momentarily； the old man snapped： 〃Go！ Our visitors are waiting：〃
To such a mand； there could be only one possible response from any village youth。 Kenn at once went pelting away down the long village street toward the millhouse at its far end。 His legs； long and fast if lacking grace； were a blur of awkward angularity。 Mark； poised to run after him； held back； knowing from experience that he wouldn't be able to keep up。 And Mark also wanted to stay here； watching； to see what was going to happen next； and； now that he thought about it； he didn't want to have any part in simply taking down the sword； without his father's permission； from where it had always hung。。。
The three men of importance waited； gazing after Kenn； ignoring Mark who still stood twenty meters off and watched them。 The blue…robed wizard … if wizard he truly was … figeted； glanced once toward Mark with a slight frown； and then away。
Kyril said； in a voice a little louder than before： 〃It will be quicker this way； Your Honor； than if we were all to go to the mill…house：〃 And he made a humble； nervous little bow to the one Kenn had whispered was the Duke's cousin。 It was a stiff motion； one to which the Elder's joints could hardly have been accustomed。
Now Mark began to notice that a few other villagers； Falkener among them； had started ing out of their houses here and there。 There was a converging movement； very slight as yet； toward the Elder's house。 They all wanted to know what was going on； but still were not quite willing to establish their presence in the street。
The man addressed by Kyril； whoever he might really be； ignored them as he might have sparrows。 He stood posing in a way that suggested he was willing to wait a little； willing to be shown that the Elder's way was really the quickest and most satisfactory。 He asked Kyril： 〃You say that this man who has the sword now came here thirteen years ago。 Where did he e from？〃
〃Oh yes； that's right； Your Honor。 Thirteen years。 It was then that he bought the mill。 I'm sure he had permission； all in order； for the move。 He brought children with him； and a new bride； and he came from a village up toward the mountains。〃 Kyril pointed to the east。 〃Yes sir； from up there。〃
The seneschal； who was about to ask another question； paused。 For Kenn was ing back already。 He was carrying the sword in its usual corded wrapping； in which it usually hung on the wall of the main living room inside the house。 Kenn was walking now； not running。 And he was not ing back alone。 Jord； his solid frame taller still than that of his slim…bodied elder son； strode with him。 Jord's legs kept up in a firm pace with the youth's nervous half…trot。
Jord's work clothes were dusty； as they so often were from his usual routine of maintenance on the huge wooden gears and shafts that formed the central machinery of the mill。 He glanced once at Mark … Mark could read no particular message in the look … and then concentrated his attention on the important visitors。 Jord seemed reluctant to approach them； but still he came on with determination。 At the last moment he put his big hand on Kenn's shoulder and thrust the youth gently into the background； stepping forward to face the important men himself。
Jord bowed to the visitors； as courtesy req