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n Loren's searching had given him。
With an effort brutally physical； he broke away。 When he turned his head； he felt the motion like a twist in his heart。
〃Kev；〃 he managed to gasp； the voice eerie in his； own head。
〃What is it？〃 His friend's response was instant。
〃Over there。 On the wall。 Do you see anything？〃 Paul pointed； but did not look back。
〃What？ There's nothing。 What did you see？〃
〃Not sure。〃 He was breathing hard。 〃Something。 Maybe a dog。〃
〃And？〃
〃And it wants me；〃 Paul Schafer said。
Kevin； stunned； was silent。 They stood a moment like that； looking at each other； not sharing； then Schafer turned and went inside。 Kevin stayed a while longer； to reassure the others； then went in himself。 Paul had taken the smaller of the two beds that had been hastily provided； and was lying on his back； hands behind his head。
Wordlessly； Kevin undressed and went to bed。 The moon slanted a thin beam of light into the far corner of the room； illuminating neither of them。
Chapter 5
All the night they had been gathering。 Stern men from Ailell's own birthplace in Rhoden； cheerful ones from high…walled Seresh by Saeren； mariners from Taerlin…del； and soldiers from the fastness of North Keep； though not many of these because of the one who was exiled。 From villages and dust…dry farms all over the High Kingdom they came as well。 For days they had been trickling into Paras Derval； crowding the inns and hostels； spilling out into makeshift campgrounds beyond the last streets of the town below the palace。 Some had e walking west from the once…rich lands by the River Glein； leaning on the carved staffs of the southeast they had cut across the burnt…out desolation of the grain lands to join the dusty traffic on the Leinan Road。 From the grazing lands and the dairy lands in the northeast others had e riding on the horses that were the legacy of their winter trading with the Dalrei by the banks of the Latham； and though their horses might be painfully gaunt； each mount yet bore the sumptuous woven saddle…cloth that every Brennin horseman crafted before he took a horse： a weaving for the Weaver's gift of speed。 From beyond Leinan they came as well； dour； dark farmers from Gwen Ystrat in their wide； six…wheeled carts。 None of their women； though； not from so near Dun Maura in the province of the Mother。
But from everywhere else the women and children had e in noisy； festive number。 Even in the midst of drought and deprivation； the people of Brennin were gathering to pay homage to their King； and perhaps to briefly forget their troubles in doing so。
Morning found them densely clustered in the square before the palace walls。 Looking up they could see the great balustrade hung with banners and gaily colored streamers； and most wonderful of all； the great tapestry of Iorweth in the Wood； brought forth for this one day that all the folk of Brennin might see their High King stand beneath the symbols of Mórnir and the Weaver both； in Paras Derval。
But all was not consigned to high and sacred things。 Around the fringes of the crowd moved jugglers and clowns； and performers doing glittering things with knives and swords and bright scarves。 The cyngael chanted their ribald verses to pockets of laughing auditors； extemporizing satires for a fee upon whomever their benefactor designated； not a few revenges were thus effected in the clear； cutting words of the cyngael…immune since Colan's day from any law save that of their own council。 Amid the babble； pedlars carried their colorful goods about or erected hasty booths from which to display their craft in the sunlight。 And then the noise； never less than a roar； became a thundering； for figures had appeared on the balustrade。
The sound hit Kevin like a blow。 He regarded the absence of sunglasses as a source of profound and prehensive grief。 Hung…over to incapacity； pale to the edge of green； he glanced over at Diarmuid and silently cursed the elegance of his figure。 Turning to Kim…and the movement hurt like hell…he received a wry smile of miseration； which salved his spirit even as it wounded his pride。
It was already hot。 The sunlight was painfully brilliant in the cloudless sky； and so； too； were the colors worn by the lords and ladies of Ailell's court。 The High King himself； to whom they'd not yet been presented； was further down the balcony； hidden behind the intervening courtiers。 Kevin closed his eyes； wishing it were possible to retreat into the shade； instead of standing up front to be seen 。 。 。 red Indians； indeed。 Red…eyed Indians； anyhow。 It was easier with his eyes closed。 The fulsome voice of Gorlaes； orating the glittering achievements of Ailell's reign； slid progressively into background。 What the hell kind of wine did they make in this world； Kevin thought； too drained to be properly outraged。
The knock had e an hour after they'd gone to bed。 Neither of them had been asleep。
〃Careful；〃 said Paul； rising on one elbow。 Kevin had swung upright and was pulling on his cords before moving to the door。
〃Yes？〃 he said； without touching the lock。 〃Who is it？〃
〃Convivial night persons；〃 came an already familiar voice。 〃Open up。 I've got to get Tegid out of the hallway。〃
Laughing； Kevin looked over his shoulder。 Paul was up and half dressed already。 Kevin opened the door and Diarmuid entered quickly； flourishing two flasks of wine； one of them already unstoppered。 Into the room behind him； also carrying wine； came Coll and the preposterous Tegid； followed by two other men bearing an assortment of clothing。
〃For tomorrow；〃 the Prince said in response to Kevin's quizzical look at the last pair。 〃I promised I'd take care of you。〃 He tossed over one of the wine flasks； and smiled。
〃Very kind of you；〃 Kevin replied； catching it。 He raised the flask in the way he'd learned in Spain； years before； to shoot a dark jet of wine down his throat。 He flipped the leather flask over to Paul who drank； wordlessly。
〃Ah！〃 exclaimed Tegid； as he eased himself onto a long bench。 〃I'm dry as Jaelle's heart。 To the King！〃 he cried； raising his own flask； 〃and to his glorious heir； Prince Diarmuid； and to our noble and distinguished guests； and to。 。 。 。〃 The rest of the peroration was lost in the sound of wine voluminously pouring into his mouth。 At length the flow ceased。 Tegid surfaced； belched； and looked around。 〃I've a mighty thirst in me tonight；〃 he explained unnecessarily。
Paul addressed the Prince casually。 〃If you're in a party mood； aren't you in the wrong bedroom？〃
Diarmuid's smile was rueful。 〃Don't assume you were a first choice；〃 he murmured。 〃Your charming panions accepted their dresses for tomorrow； but nothing more； I'm afraid。 The small one； Kim〃…he shook his head…〃has a tongue in her。〃
〃My condolences；〃 said Kevin； delighted。 〃I've been on the receiving end a few times。〃
〃Then；〃 said Diarmuid dan Ailell； 〃let us drink in joint miseration。〃 The Prince set the tone by mencing to relate what he characterized as essential information： a wittily obscene description of the various court ladies they were likely to meet。 A description that reflected an extreme awar