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noticed it； too。
〃He's one of Diarmuid's；〃 she whispered。
Which was a nuisance； but before he had left in the morning； Kevin had told her about the dead svart alfar in the garden； and Jennifer had decided that for once she wasn't about to object to having someone watch over her。 Her father； she thought wryly； would find it amusing。
The two women walked along a street where blacksmith's iron rang upon anvils。 Overhead； balconies of second…floor houses leaned out over the narrow roadway； blocking the sunlight at intervals。 Turning left at a crossing of lanes； Laesha led her past an open area where the noise and the smell of food announced a market。 Slowing to look； Jennifer saw that even in a time of festival there didn't seem to be much produce on display。 Following her glance； Laesha shook her head slightly and continued up a narrow alleyway； pausing at length outside a shop door through which could be seen bales and bolts of cloth。 Laesha； it seemed； wanted a new pair of gloves。
While her friend went inside； Jennifer moved on a few steps； drawn by the sound of children's laughter。 Reaching the end of the cobbled lane； she saw that it ran into a wide square with a grassy area； more brown than green； in the center。 And upon the grass； fifteen or twenty children were playing some sort of counting game。 Smiling faintly； Jennifer stopped to watch。
The children were gathered in a loose circle about the slim figure of a girl。 Most of them were laughing； but the girl in the center was not。 She gestured suddenly； and a boy came forward from the ring with a strip of cloth and； with a gravity that matched her own； began to bind it over her eyes。 That done； he rejoined the ring。 At his nod the children linked hands and began to revolve； in a silence eerie after the laughter； around the motionless figure blindfolded in the center。 They moved gravely and with dignity。 A few other people had stopped to watch。
Then； without warning； the blindfolded girl raised an arm and pointed it towards the moving ring。 Her high clear voice rang out over the green：
When the wandering fire
Strikes the heart of stone
Will you follow？
And on the last word the circling stopped。
The girl's finger was leveled directly at a stocky boy； who； without any hesitation； released the hands on either side of him and walked into the ring。 The circle closed itself and began moving again； still in silence。
〃I never tire of watching this；〃 a cool voice said from just behind Jennifer。
She turned quickly。 To confront a pair of icy green eyes and the long red hair of the High Priestess； Jaelle。 Behind the Priestess she could see a group of her grey…clad attendants； and out of the corner of her eye； she noticed Diarmuid's man edging nervously closer to them。
Jennifer nodded a greeting； then turned back to watch the children。 Jaelle stepped forward to stand beside her； her white robe brushing the cobblestones of the street。
〃The ta'kiena is as old as any ritual we have；〃 she murmured in Jennifer's ear。 〃Look at the people watching。〃
And indeed； although the faces of the children seemed almost unnaturally serene； the adults who had gathered at the edge of the square or in shop archways wore expressions of wonder and apprehension。 And there were more people gathering。 Again the girl in the ring raised her arm。
When the wandering fire
Strikes the heart of stone
Will you follow？
Will you leave your home？
And again the circling stopped on the last word。 This time the extended finger pointed to another of the boys； older and lankier than the first。 With only a brief； almost ironic pause； he； too； released the hands he was holding and walked forward to stand by the other chosen one。 A murmur rose from the watchers； but the children； seemingly oblivious； were circling again。
Unsettled； Jennifer turned to the impassive profile of the Priestess。 〃What is it？〃 she asked。 〃What are they doing？〃
Jaelle smiled thinly。 〃It is a dance of prophecy。 Their fate lies in when they are called。〃
〃But what…〃
〃Watch！〃
The blindfolded girl； standing straight and tall； was chanting again：
When the wandering fire
Strikes the heart of stone
Will you follow？
Will you leave your home？
Will you leave your life ？
This time； when the voice and the dancing stopped together； a deep sound of protest ran through the watching crowd。 For the one chosen now was one of the youngest girls。 With a toss of her honey…colored hair and a cheerful smile； she stepped into the ring beside the two boys。 The taller one placed an arm around her shoulders。
Jennifer turned to Jaelle。 〃What does it mean？〃 she asked。 〃What kind of prophecy 。 。 。 ？〃 The question trailed off。
Beside her the Priestess was silent。 There was no gentleness in the lines of her face； nor passion in her eyes as she watched the children begin to move again。 〃You ask what it means；〃 she said at length。 〃Not much in these soft times； when the ta'kiena is only another game。 That last one they now say means only that she will leave the life her family has led。〃 Her expression was unreadable； but an irony in the tone reached Jennifer。
〃What was it before？〃 she asked。
This time Jaelle did turn to look at her。 〃The dance has been done by children for longer than anyone can remember。 In harsher days that call meant death； of course。 Which would be a pity。 She's an attractive child； isn't she？〃
There was a malicious amusement in the voice。 〃Watch closely；〃 Jaelle continued。 〃This last one they truly fear； even now。〃 And indeed； the people around and behind them had grown suddenly quiet with strained anticipation。 In the stillness Jennifer could hear the sounds of laughter from the market； several streets over。 It seemed farther than that。
In the circle on the green； the blindfolded girl raised her arm and began the chant for the final time：
When the wandering fire
Strikes the heart of stone
Will you follow？
Will you leave your home？
Will you leave your life？
Will you take 。 。 。 the Longest Road？
The dancing stopped。
Her heart pounding inexplicably； Jennifer saw that the slim finger was pointing unerringly at the boy who had carried the blindfold。 Raising his head； as if hearing some far…off music； the boy stepped forward。 The girl removed her blindfold。 They regarded each other a long moment； then the boy turned； laid a hand； as if in benediction； on the other chosen ones； and walked alone from the green。
Jaelle； watching him go； wore a troubled expression for the first time。 Glancing at her unguarded features； Jennifer realized with a start how young the woman beside her was。 About to speak； she was checked by the sound of crying； and； turning her head； she saw a woman standing in the doorway of a shop behind them in the lane； there were tears pouring down her face。
Jaelle followed Jennifer's glance。 〃His mother；〃 the Priestess said softly。
Feeling utterly helpless； Jennifer had an instinctive longing to offer fort to the woman。 Their eyes met； and on the face of the other woman Jennifer saw； with an aching twist of new under