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that so； or not； in the morning after his battles she came to Amairgen to break him with her beauty and slay him for his presumption of the night。 But； as Ra…Termaine's song tells； Amairgen was as one exalted that morning； clothed in power and lore； and the presence of M？rnir was in his eyes。 So did the design of the God act to undo the design of the God； for ing to him then； wrapped in her own beauty like a star； Lisen fell in love and he with her； and so their doom was woven that morning in the grove。
〃She became his source。 Before the sun had set that day； he had taught her the runes。 They were made mage and source by the ritual； and the first sky magic was wrought in the grove that day。 That night they lay down together； and as the one song tells； Amairgen slept at length a second night in the sacred grove； but this time within the mantle of her hair。 They went forth together in the morning from that place； bound as no living creatures to that day had been。 Yet because Amairgen's place was at the right hand of Conary； and there were other men to whom he had to teach the skylore； he returned to Paras Derval and founded the Council of the Mages； and Lisen went with him and so left the shelter of the Wood。〃
Levon was silent。 They rode thus for a long time。 Then； 〃The tale is truly very plex now； and it picks up many other tales from the Great Years。 It was in those days that the one we call the Unraveler raised his fortress of Starkadh in the Ice and came down on all the lands with war。 There are so many deeds to tell of from that time。 The one the Dalrei sing is of Revor's Ride； and it is very far from the least of the great things that were done。 But Amairgen Whitebranch； as he came to be called； for the staff Lisen found for him in Pendaran； was ever at the center of the war； and Lisen was at his side； source of his power and his soul。
〃There are so many tales； Davor； but at length it came to pass that Amairgen learned by his art that Maugrim had taken for his own a place of great power； hidden far out at sea； and was drawing upon it mightily for his strength。
〃He determined then that this island must be found and wrested away from the Dark。 So Amairgen gathered to him a pany of one hundred lios alfar and men； with three mages among them； and they set sail west from Taerlindel to find Cader Sedat； and Lisen was left behind。〃
〃What？ Why？〃 Dave rasped； stunned。
It was Tore who answered。 〃She was a deiena；〃 he said； his own voice sounding difficult。 〃A deiena dies at sea。 Her immortality was subject to the nature of her kind。〃
〃It is so；〃 Levon resumed quietly。 〃They built in that time for her the Anor Lisen at the westernmost part of Pendaran。 Even in the midst of war； men and lios alfar and the powers of the Wood came together to do this for her out of love。 Then she placed upon her brow the Circlet of Lisen； Amairgen's parting gift。 The Light against the Dark； it was called； for it shone of its own self； and with that light upon her brow…so great a beauty never else having been in any world…Lisen turned her back on the war and the Wood and； climbing to the summit of the tower； she set her face westward to the sea； that the Light she bore might show Amairgen the way home。
〃No man knows what happened to him or those who sailed in that ship。 Only that one night Lisen saw； and those who stood guard beside the Anor saw as well； a dark ship sailing slowly along the coast in the moonlight。 And it is told that the moon setting west in that hour shone through its tattered sails with a ghostly light； and it could be seen that the ship was Amairgen's； and it was empty。 Then； when the moon sank into the sea； that ship disappeared forever。
〃Lisen took the Circlet from her brow and laid it down； then she unbound her hair that it might be as it was when first they had e together in the grove。 Having done these things； she leaped into the darkness of the sea and so died。〃
The sun was high in the sky； Dave noticed。 It seemed wrong； somehow； that this should be so； that the day should be so bright。 〃I think；〃 Levon whispered； 〃that I will go ride up front for a time。〃 He kicked his horse to a gallop。 Dave and Tore looked at each other。 Neither spoke a word。 The Plain was east； the Wood west； the Sun was high in the sky。
Levon took a double shift up front。 Late in the day Dave went forward himself to relieve him。 Towards sunset they saw a black swan flying north almost directly overhead； very high。 The sight filled them all with a vague； inexplicable sense of disquiet。 Without a word being spoken； they picked up speed。
As they continued south； Pendaran gradually began to fell away westward。 Dave knew it was there； but by the time darkness fell； the Wood could no longer be seen。 When they stopped for the night； there was only grassland stretching away in every direction under the profligate dazzle of the summer stars； scarcely dimmed by the last thin crescent of the moon。
Later that night a dog and a wolf would battle in M？rnirwood； and Colan's dagger； later still； would be unsheathed with a sound like a harpstring in a stone chamber underground beside Eilathen's lake。
At dawn the sun rose red； and a dry； prickly heat came with it。 From first mounting； the pany was going faster than before。 Levon increased the point men to four and pulled them back a little closer； so both parties could see each other all the time。
Late in the morning the Mountain exploded behind them。
With the deepest terror of his life； Dave turned with the Dalrei to see the tongue of flame rising to master the sky。 They saw it divide to shape the taloned hand； and then they heard the laughter of Maugrim。
〃The gods grant he be always bound；〃 Levon had said； only yesterday。
No dice； it seemed。
There was nothing within Dave that could surmount the brutal sound of that laughter on the wind。 They were small； exposed； they were open to him and he was free。 In a kind of trance； Dave saw the point men galloping frantically back to join them。
〃Levon！ Levon！ We must go home！〃 one of them was shouting as he came nearer。 Dave turned to Ivor's son and； looking at him； his heart slowed towards normality； and he marveled again。 There was no expression on Levon's face； his profile seemed chiseled from stone as he gazed at the towering fire above Rangat。
But in that very calm； that impassive acceptance； Dave found a steadfastness of his own。 Without moving a muscle； Levon seemed to be growing； to be willing himself to grow large enough to match； to overmatch the terror in the sky and on the wind。 And somehow in that moment Dave had a flashing image of Ivor doing the selfsame thing； two days' ride back north； under the very shadow of that grasping hand。 He looked for Tore and found the dark man gazing back at him； and in Tore's eyes Dave saw not the stern resistance of Levon； but a fierce； bright； passionate defiance； a bitter hatred of what that hand meant； but not fear。
Your hour knows your name； Dave Martyniuk thought； and then； in that moment of apocalypse； had another thought： I love these people。 The realization hit him； for Dave was what he was； almost as hard as the Mountain ha