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e these people。 The realization hit him； for Dave was what he was； almost as hard as the Mountain had。 Struggling to regain his inner balance； he realized that Levon was speaking； quelling the babble of voices around him。
〃We do not go back。 My father will be caring for the tribe。 They will go to Celidon； all the tribes will。 And so will we； after Davor is with Silvercloak。 Two days ago Gereint said that something was ing。 This is it。 We go south as fast as we can to Brennin； and there；〃 said Levon； 〃I will take counsel with the High King。〃
Even as he spoke； Ailell dan Art was dying in Paras Derval。 When Levon finished； not another word was said。 The Dalrei regrouped and began riding； very fast now and all together。 They rode henceforth with a hard； unyielding intensity； turning their backs on their tribe without a demur to follow Levon； though every one of them knew； even as they galloped； that if there was war with Maugrim； it would be fought on the Plain。
It was that alert tension that gave them warning； though in the end it would not be enough to save them。
Tore it was who； late in the afternoon； sped a distance ahead； bending sideways in his saddle； he rode low to the ground for a time before wheeling back to Levon's side。 The Wood was close again； on their right。 〃We are ing to trouble；〃 Tore said shortly。 〃There is a party of svart alfar not far ahead of us。〃
〃How many？〃 Levon asked calmly； signaling a halt。
〃Forty。 Sixty。〃
Levon nodded。 〃We can beat them； but there will be losses。 They know we are here； of course。〃
〃If they have eyes；〃 Tore agreed。 〃We are very exposed。〃
〃Very well。 We are close to Adein； but I do not want a fight now。 It will waste us some time； but we are going to flank around them and cross both rivers farther east。〃
〃I don't think we can； Levon；〃 Tore murmured。
〃Why？〃 Levon had gone very still。
〃Look。〃
Dave turned east with Levon to where Tore was pointing； and after a moment he； too； saw the dark mass moving over the grass； low； about a mile away； and ing nearer。
〃What are they？〃 he asked； his voice tight。
〃Wolves；〃 Levon snapped。 〃Very many。〃 He drew his sword。 〃We can't go around…they will slow us by the rivers for the svarts。 We must fight through south before they reach us。〃 He raised his voice。 〃We fight on the gallop； my friends。 Kill and ride； no lingering。 When you reach Adein； you cross。 We can outrun them on the other side。〃 He paused； then： 〃I said before there would be war。 It seems that we are to fight the first battle of our people。 Let the servants of Maugrim now learn to fear the Dalrei again； as they did when Revor rode！〃
With an answering shout； the Riders； Dave among them； loosed their weapons and sprang into gallop。 His heart thudding； Dave followed Levon over a low tummock。 On the other side he could see the river glistening less than a mile away。 But in their path stood the svart alfar； and as soon as the Dalrei crested the rise a shower of arrows was launched towards them。 A moment later； Dave saw a Rider fall beside him； blood flowering from his breast。
A rage came over Dave then。 Kicking his horse to greater speed； he crashed； with Tore and Levon on either side； into the line of svarts。 Leaning in the saddle； he whistled the great axe down to cleave one of the ugly； dark green creatures where it stood。 Lightheaded with fury； he pulled the axe clear and turned to swing it again。
〃No！〃 Tore screamed。 〃Kill and ride！ e on！〃 The wolves； Dave saw in a flying glance； were less than half a mile away。 Wheeling hard； he thundered with the others towards the Adein。 They were through； it seemed。 One man dead； two others nursing wounds； but the river was close now and once across they would be safe。
They would have been。 They should have been。 It was only sheerest； bitterest bad luck that the band of svarts that had ambushed Brendel and the lios alfar were there waiting。
They were； though； and there were almost a hundred of them left to rise from the shallows of Adein and block the path of the Dalrei。 So with the wolves on their flank； and svarts before and behind； Levon was forced into a standing fight。
Under that red sun the Children of Peace fought their first battle in a thousand years。 With courage fueled by rage they fought on their land； launching arrows of their own； angling their horses in jagged lethal movements； scything with swords soon red with blood。
〃Revor！〃 Dave heard Levon scream； and the very name seemed to cow the massed forces of the Dark。 Only for a moment； though； and there were so many。 In the chaos of the melee； Dave saw face after face of the nightmare svarts appear before him with lifted swords and razor teeth bared； and in a frenzy of battle fury he raised and lowered the axe again and again。 All he could do was fight； and so he did。 He scarcely knew how many svarts had died under his iron； but then； pulling the axe free from a mashed skull； Dave saw that the wolves had e； and he suddenly understood that death was here； by the Adein River on the Plain。 Death； at the hands of these loathsome creatures； death for Levon； for Tore。 。 。 。
〃No！〃 Dave Martyniuk cried then； his voice a mighty bellow over the battle sounds； as inspiration blasted him。 〃To the Wood！ e on！〃
And punching Levon's shoulder； he reined his own horse so that it reared high above the encircling enemy。 On the way down he swung the axe once on either side of the descending hooves； and on each side he killed。 For a moment the svarts hesitated； and using the moment； Dave kicked his horse again and pounded into them； the axe sweeping red； once； and again； and again； then suddenly he was clear； as their ranks broke before him； and he cut sharply away west。 West； where Pendaran lay； brooding and unforgiving； where none of them； man or svart alfar or even the giant； twisted wolves of Galadan； dared go。
Three of them did dare； though。 Looking back； Dave saw Levon and Tore knife through the gap his rush had carved and follow him in a flat…out race west； with the wolves at their heels and arrows falling about them in the growing dark。
Three only； no more； though not for lack of courage。 The rest were dead。 Nor had there been a scanting of gallant bravery in any one of the Dalrei who died that day； seventeen of them； by Adein where it runs into Llewenmere by Pendaran Wood。
They were devoured by the svart alfar as the sun went down。 The dead always were。 It was not the same as if it were the lios they had killed； of course； but blood was blood； and the red joy of killing was thick within them all that night。 After； the two groups them； so happily e together； made a pile of bones； clean…picked and otherwise； and started in； letting the wolves join them now； on their own dead。 Blood was blood。
There was a lake on their left； dark waters glimpsed through a lattice of trees as they whipped by。 Dave had a fleeting image of hurtful beauty； but the wolves were close behind and they could not linger。 At full tilt they hurtled into the outreaches of the forest； leaping a fallen branch； dodging sudden trees； not slacking pace at all； until at last Dave became aware that the wolves