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And a thread came back with his words into the Tapestry of all the worlds； one that had been lost a very long time。
It was Tore who found it。 An enormous ash had been split by lightning…they could have no glimmering how long ago…and its trunk lay forked now； at about the height of a man。
In silence； Levon walked over； Dave beside him； to where Tore was standing。 Dave could see a muscle jumping in his face。 Then Levon spoke again：
〃And now the rock。〃
Standing together the three of them looked through the wishbone fork of the ash。 Dave had the angle。 〃There；〃 he said； pointing。
Levon looked； and a great wonder was in his eyes。 There was indeed a rock set flush into a low mound at the edge of the Wood。 〃Do you know；〃 he said in a hushed whisper； 〃that we have found the Cave of the Sleepers。〃
〃I don't understand；〃 said Tore。
〃The Wild Hunt；〃 Levon replied。 Dave felt a prickling at the back of his neck。 〃The wildest magic that ever was lies in that place asleep。〃 The strain in Levon's usually unruffled voice was so great it cracked。 〃Owein's Horn is what you just blew； Davor。 If we could ever find the flame； they would ride again。 Oh； by all the gods！〃
〃Tell me；〃 Dave pleaded； he； too； was whispering。
For a moment Levon was silent； then； as they stared at the rock through the gap in the ash； he began to chant：
The flame will wake from sleep
The Kings the horn will call；
But though they answer from the deep
You may never hold in thrall
Those who ride from Owein's Keep
With a child before them all。
〃The Wild Hunt；〃 Levon repeated as the sound of his chanting died away。 〃I have not words to tell how far beyond the three of us this is。〃 And he would say no more。
They rode then from that place； from the great stone and the torn tree with the horn slung at Dave's side。 They crossed the road； and by tacit agreement rode in such a way as to be seen by no men until they should e to Silvercloak and the High King。
All morning they rode； through hilly farmland； and at intervals a fine rain fell。 It was badly needed； they could see； for the land was dry。
It was shortly after midday that they crested a series of ascending ridges running to the southeast； and saw； gleaming below them； a lake set like a jewel within the encircling hills。 It was very beautiful； and they stopped a moment to take it in。 There was a small farmhouse by the water； more a cottage really； with a yard and a barn behind it。
Riding slowly down； they would have passed by； as they had all the other farms； except that as they descended； an old； white…haired woman came out in back of the cottage to gaze at them。
Looking at her as they approached； Dave saw that she was not； in fact； so old after all。 She made a gesture of her hand to her mouth that he seemed； inexplicably； to know。
Then she was running towards them over the grass； and with an explosion of joy in his heart； Dave leaped； shouting； from his horse； and ran and ran and ran until Kimberly was in his arms。
PART IVThe Unraveller
Chapter 15
Diarmuid； the Prince； as Warden of South Keep； had a house allocated to him in the capital； a small barracks； really； for those of his men who might； for any reason； be quartered there。 It was here that he preferred to spend his own nights when in Paras Derval； and it was here that Kevin Laine sought him out in the morning after the cataclysms； having wrestled with his conscience a good part of the night。
And it was still giving him trouble as he walked from the palace in the rain。 He couldn't think very clearly； either； for grief was a wound in him that dawn。 The only thing keeping him going； forcing resolution； was the terrible image of Jennifer bound to the black swan and flying north into the grasp of that hand the Mountain had sent up。
The problem； though； was where to go； where loyalty took him。 Both Loren and Kim； unnervingly transformed； were clearly supporting this grim； prepossessing older Prince who had suddenly returned。
〃It is my war；〃 Aileron had told Loren； and the mage had nodded quietly。 Which； on one level； left Kevin with no issue at all to wrestle with。
On the other hand； Diarmuid was the heir to the throne and Kevin was； if he was anything at all here； one of Diarmuid's band。 After Saeren and Cathal； after； especially； the look he and the Prince had exchanged when he'd finished his song in the Black Boar。
He needed Paul to talk it over with； God； he needed him。 But Paul was dead； and his closest friends here were Erron and Carde and Coll。 And their Prince。
So he entered the barracks and asked； as briskly as he could； 〃Where's Diarmuid？〃 Then he stopped dead in his tracks。
They were all there： Tegid； the pany from the journey south； and others he didn't know。 They were sitting soberly around the tables in the large front room； but they rose when he entered。 Every one of them was dressed in black； with a red band on his left arm。
Diarmuid； too。 〃e in；〃 he said。 〃I see you have news。 Let it wait； Kevin。〃 There was quiet emotion in the usually acerbic voice。 〃The grief； I know； is yours most of all； but the men of the South Marches have always worn a red armband when one of their own dies； and we have lost two now。 Drance and Pwyll。 He was one of us…we all feel it here。 Will you let us mourn for Paul with you？〃
There was no briskness left in Kevin； only a pounding of sorrows。 He nodded； almost afraid to speak。 He collected himself； though； and said； swallowing hard； 〃Of course； and thank you。 But there is business first。 I have information； and you should know it now。〃
〃Tell me； then；〃 the Prince said； 〃though I may know it already。〃
〃I don't think so。 Your brother came back last night。〃
Sardonic amusement registered in Diarmuid's face。 But it had indeed been news； and the mocking reaction had been preceded by another expression。
〃Ah；〃 said the Prince； in his most acid tones。 〃I should have guessed from the grayness of the sky。 And of course；〃 he went on； ignoring the rising murmur from his men； 〃there is now a throne up for the taking。 He would return。 Aileron likes thrones。〃
〃It is not up for the taking！〃 The speaker； red…faced and vehement； was Coll。 〃Diar； you are the heir！ I will cut him apart before I see him take it from you。〃
〃No one；〃 said Diarmuid； playing delicately with a knife on the table； 〃is going to take anything from me at all。 Certainly not Aileron。 Is there more； Kevin？〃
There was； of course。 He told them about Ysanne's death； and Kim's transformation； and then； reluctantly； about Loren's tacit endorsement of the older Prince。 Diarmuid's eyes never left his own； nor did the hint of laughter sheathed in their depths ever quite disappear。 He continued to toy with the dagger。
When Kevin had finished； there was a silence in the room； broken only by Coil's furious pacing back and forth。
〃I owe you again；〃 said Diarmuid at length。 〃I knew none of this。〃
Kevin nodded。 Even as he did； there came a knocking at the door。 Carde opened it。
In the entranceway； rain dripping from his hat and cloak； stood the broad