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〃Not alone！〃 he cried； his own voice pitched to carry。 〃If you share my grief； I will share yours。 And others here will； too； I think。〃
〃Aye！〃 boomed Matt S？ren beside him。
〃All of us！〃 cried Diarmuid； Prince of Brennin。 〃When the lios are slain in Brennin； the High Kingdom goes to war！〃
A mighty roar exploded at those words。 Building and building in a wave of fury it climbed to the highest windows of Delevan and resounded through the hall。
It drowned； quite pletely； the despairing words of the High King。
〃Oh； M？rnir；〃 whispered Ailell； clutching his hands together in his lap。 〃What have I done？ Where is Loren？ What have I done？〃
There had been light； now there was not。 One measured time in such ways。 There were stars in the space above the trees； no moon yet； and only a thin one later； for tomorrow would be the night of the new moon。
His last night； if he lived through this one。
The Tree was a part of him now； another name； a summoning。 He almost heard a meaning in the breathing of the forest all around him； but his mind was stretched and flattened； he could not reach to it； he could only endure； and hold the wall of memory as best he might。
One more night。 After which there would be no music to be laid open by； no highways to forget； no rain； no sirens； none； no Rachel。 One more night at most； for he wasn't sure he could survive another day like the last。
Though truly he would try： for the old King； and the slain farmer； and the faces he'd seen on the roads。 Better to die for a reason； and with what one could retain of pride。 Better； surely； though he could not say why。
Now I give you to M？rnir； Ailell had said。 Which meant he was a gift； an offering； and it was all waste if he died too soon。 So he had to hold to life； hold the wall； hold for the God； for he was the God's to claim； and there was thunder now。 It seemed at times to e from within the Tree； which meant； in the way of things； from within himself。 If only there could be rain before he died； he might find some kind of peace at the end。 It had rained； though； when she died； it had rained all night。
His eyes were hurting now。 He closed them； but that was no good； either； because she was waiting there； with music。 Once； earlier； he had wanted to call her name in the wood； as he had not beside the open grave； to feel it on his lips again as he had not since； to burn his dry soul with her。 Burn； since he could not cry。
Silence； of course。 One did not do any such thing。 One opened one's eyes instead on the Summer Tree； in the deep of M？rnirwood； and one saw a man e forward； from among the trees。
It was very dark； he could not see who it was； but the faint starlight reflected from silver hair and so he thought。 。 。 。
〃Loren？〃 he tried； but scarcely any sound escaped his cracked lips。 He tried to wet them； but he had no moisture； he was dry。 Then the figure came nearer； to stand in the starlight below where he was bound； and Paul saw that he had been wrong。 The eyes that met his own were not those of the mage； and； looking into them； he did know fear then； for it should not end so； truly it should not。 But the man below stood as if cloaked in power； even in that place； even in the glade of the Summer Tree； and in the dark eyes Paul saw his death。
Then the figure spoke。 〃I cannot allow it；〃 he said； with finality。 〃You have courage； and something else； I think。 Almost you are one of us； and it might have been that we could have shared something； you and I。 Not now； though。 This I cannot allow。 You are calling a force too strong for the knowing； and it must not be wakened。 Not when I am so near。 Will you believe；〃 the voice said； low and assured； 〃that I am sorry to have to kill you？〃
Paul moved his lips。 〃Who？〃 he asked； the sound a scrape in his throat。
The other smiled at that。 〃Names matter to you？ They should。 It is Galadan who has e； and I fear it is the end。〃
Bound and utterly helpless； Paul saw the elegant figure draw a knife from his belt。 〃It will be clean； I promise you；〃 he said。 〃Did you not e here for release？ I will give it to you。〃 Their eyes locked once more。 It was a dream； it was so like a dream； so dark； blurred； shadowed。 He closed his eyes； one closed one's eyes to dream。 She was there； of course； but it was ending； so all right then； fine； let it end on her。
A moment passed。 No blade； no severing。 Then Galadan spoke again； but not to him； and in a different voice。
〃You？〃 he said。 〃Here？ Now I understand。〃
For reply there came only a deep； rumbling growl。 His heart leaping； Paul opened his eyes。 In the clearing facing Galadan was the grey dog he had seen on the palace wall。
Gazing at the dog； Galadan spoke again。 〃It was written in wind and fire long ago that we should meet；〃 he said。 〃And here is as fit a place as any in all the worlds。 Would you guard the sacrifice？ Then your blood is the gateway to my desire。 e； and I shall drink it now！〃
He placed a hand over his heart and made a twisting gesture； and after a brief blurring of space； there stood a moment later； where he had been； a wolf so large it dwarfed the grey figure of the dog。 And the wolf had a splash of silver between its ears。
One endless moment the animals faced each other； and Paul realized that the Godwood had gone deathly still。 Then Galadan howled so as to chill the heart； and leaped to attack。
There took place then a battle foretold in the first depths of time by the twin goddesses of war； who are named in all the worlds as Macha and Nemain。 A portent it was to be； a presaging of the greatest war of all； this ing together in darkness of the wolf； who was a man whose spirit was annihilation； and the grey dog； who had been called by many names but was always the panion。
The battle the two goddesses foreknew…for war was their demesne…but not the resolution。 A portent then； a presaging； a beginning。
And so it came to pass that wolf and dog met at last in Fionavar； first of all the worlds； and below the Summer Tree they ripped and tore at one another with such fury that soon dark blood soaked the glade under the stars。
Again and again they hurled themselves upon each other； black on grey； and Paul； straining to see； felt his heart go out to the dog with all the force of his being。 He remembered the loss he had seen in its eyes； and he saw now； even in the shadows； as the animals rolled over and over； biting and grappling； engaging and recoiling in desperate frenzy； that the wolf was too large。
They were both black now； for the light grey fur of the dog was matted and dark with its own blood。 Still it fought； eluding and atacking； summoning a courage； embodying a gallantry of defiance that hurt to see； it was so noble and so doomed。
The wolf was bleeding； too； and its flesh was ripped and torn； but it was so much larger； and more； more than that； Galadan carried within himself a power that went far deeper than tooth and gashing claw。
Paul became aware that his bound hands were torn and bleeding。 Unconsciously he had been struggling to free himself； to go to the aid of the dog who was dying in his defence。 The bonds held；