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n why？〃 Ailell asked softly。 〃Fifty years on this throne merits a journey to pay homage；〃 Ysanne replied。 〃Is there anyone else here besides Metran and perhaps Loren who well recalls the day you were crowned？ I came to wish you bright weaving； Ailell。 And for two other things。〃 〃Which are？〃 It was Loren who asked。 〃First； to see your travelers；〃 Ysanne replied； and turned to face Paul Schafer。
His responding gesture was brutally abrupt。 Throwing a hand in front of his eyes； Schafer cried out； 〃No！ No searching！〃
Ysanne raised her eyebrows。 She glanced at Loren； then turned back to Paul。 〃I see；〃 she said。 〃Fear not； then； I never use the searching…I don't need it。〃 The whispering in the hall rose again； for the words had carried。
Paul's arm came down slowly。 He met the old woman's gaze steadily then； his own head held high…and strangely； it was Ysanne who broke the stare。
And then it was； then it was； that she turned； past Jennifer and Kevin； ignoring the rigid figure of Jaelle； and for the first tune saw Kimberly。 Grey eyes met grey before the carven throne under the high windows of Delevan。 〃Ah！〃 cried the old woman then on a sharply taken breath。 And in the softest thread of a whisper added； after a moment； 〃I have awaited you for so long now； my dear。〃 And only Kim herself had seen the spasm of fear that had crossed Ysanne's face before she spoke those quiet words like a benediction。
〃How？〃 Kim managed to stammer。 〃What do you mean？〃
Ysanne smiled。 〃I am a Seer。 The dreamer of the dream。〃 And somehow； Kim knew what that meant； and there were sudden； bright tears in her eyes。
〃e to me；〃 the Seer whispered。 〃Loren will tell you how。〃 She turned then； and curtsied low before the tall King of Brennin。 〃Fare kindly； Ailell；〃 she said to him。 〃The other thing I have e to do is say goodbye。 I shall not return； and we shall not meet again； you and I； on this side of the Night。〃 She paused。 〃I have loved you。 Carry that。〃
〃Ysanne…〃 the King cried。
But she had turned。 And leaning on her staff； she walked； alone this time； the length of the stunned； brilliant hall and out the double doors into the sunlight。
That night； very late； Paul Schafer was summoned to play ta'bael with the High King of Brennin。
The escort was a guard he didn't know and； walking behind him down shadowy corridors； Paul was inwardly grateful for the silent presence of Coll； who he knew was following them。
It was a long walk but they saw few people still awake。 A woman bing her hair in a doorway smiled at him； and a party of guards went by； sheathed swords clinking at their sides。 Passing some bedrooms Paul heard murmurs of late…night talk； and once； a woman cried out softly on a taken breath…a sound very like a cry that he remembered。
The two men with their hidden follower came at length to a pair of heavy doors。 Schafer's face was expressionless as they were opened to his escort's tapping and he was ushered into a large； richly furnished room； at the center of which were two deep armchairs and a table set for ta'bael。
〃Wele！〃 It was Gorlaes； the Chancellor； who came forward to grip Paul's arm in greeting。 〃It is kind of you to e。〃
〃It is kind；〃 came the thinner voice of the King。 He moved out from a shadowed corner of the room as he spoke。 〃I am grateful to you for indulging an old man's sleeplessness。 The day has worn heavily upon me。 Gorlaes； good night。〃
〃My lord；〃 the Chancellor said quickly。 〃I will be happy to stay and…〃
〃No need。 Go to sleep。 Tarn will serve us。〃 The King nodded to the young page who had opened the door for Paul。 Gorlaes looked as if he would protest again； but refrained。
〃Good night then； my lord。 And once more； my deepest well…wishes on this brightly woven day。〃 He walked forward； and on one knee kissed the hand Ailell extended。 Then the Chancellor left the room； leaving Paul alone with the King and his page。
〃Wine by the table； Tarn。 Then we will serve ourselves。 Go to bed…I will wake you when I want to retire。 Now e； my young stranger；〃 Ailell said； lowering himself carefully into a chair。
In silence； Paul walked foward and took the other chair。 Tarn deftly filled the two glasses set beside the inlaid board； then withdrew through an inner doorway into the King's bedroom。 The windows of the room were open and the heavy curtains drawn back to admit whatever breath of air might slide in。 In a tree somewhere outside a bird was singing。 It sounded like a nightingale。
The beautifully carved pieces glinted in the light of the candles； but the face of the tall King of Brennin was hidden as he leaned back in his chair。 He spoke softly。 〃The game we play is the same； Loren tells me； though we name the pieces differently。 I always play the black。 Take you the white and begin。〃
Paul Schafer liked to attack in chess； especially with white and the first move。 Gambits and sacrifices followed each other in his game； designed to generate a whirlwind assault on the opposition king。 The fact that the opposition this night was a king had no effect on him； for Schafer's code； though plex； was unwavering。 He set out to demolish the black pieces of Ailell just as he would have those of anyone else。 And that night； heartsick and vulnerable； there was even more fire in his game than usual； for he sought to hide from torment in the cold clarity of the black…and…white board。 So he marshalled himself ruthlessly； and the white pieces spun into a vortex of attack。
To be met by a defence of intricate； resilient subtlety。 Whatever Ailell had dwindled from； however his mind and authority might seem to waver； Paul knew； ten moves into the game； that he was dealing with a man of formidable resources。 Slowly and patiently the King ordered his defences； cautiously he shored up his bulwarks； and so it was that Schafer's free…wheeling attack began to exhaust itself and was turned inexorably back。 After almost two hours' play； Paul tipped over the white king in resignation。
The two men leaned back in their chairs and exchanged their first look since the game had begun。 And they smiled； neither knowing； since there was no way they could know； how rare it was for the other to do so。 Sharing that moment； however； as Paul raised his silver goblet to salute the King； they moved closer； across the twin gulfs of worlds and years； to the kind of bonding that might have allowed them to understand each other。
It was not to happen； but something else was born that night； and the fruit of that silent game would change the balance and the pattern of all the worlds there were。
Ailell spoke first； his voice husky。 〃No one；〃 he said； 〃no one has ever given me a game like that。 I do not lose in ta'bael。 I almost did tonight。〃
Paul smiled for the second time。 〃You almost did。 You may next game…but I'm not very certain of it。 You play beautifully； my lord。〃
Ailell shook his head。 〃No； I play carefully。 All the beauty was on your side； but sometimes plodding caution will wear down brilliance。 When you sacrificed the second rider。 。 。 。〃 Ailell gestured wordlessly。 〃I suppose that it is only the young who can do a thing like that。 It has been so long for