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r without my asking。 He wanted answers too。〃
〃You don't question that riddler with a sword。 Rood should have known that。〃 He heard the harsh edge that had crept into his voice then。 He turned a little abruptly； out of the light； and sat down at one of the tables。
Duac said helplessly； 〃I'm sorry。 This was something you didn't need to know。〃
〃I do need to know。 I just didn't want to think。 Not yet。〃 He spread his hands on the rich gold grain of oak and thought again of Akren； with its sunlit oak walls。 〃I'm going home。〃 The words opened his heart； filled him with a sharp； sweet urgency。 〃Home。。。 Duac； I need ships。 Trade…ships。〃
〃You're going to take the dead by water？〃 Raederle said amazedly。 〃Will they go？〃
〃How else can they get to Hed？〃 he asked reasonably。 Then he thought a little； staring back at his vague reflection in the polished wood。 〃I don't dare take you on the same ship with them。 So。。。 we'll ride together to Caithnard and meet them there。 All right？〃
〃You want to ride back through Hel？〃
〃We could fly instead；〃 he suggested； but she shook her head quickly。
〃No。 I'll ride。〃
He eyed her； struck by an odd note in her voice。 〃It would be simple for you to take the crow…shape。〃
〃One crow in the family is enough；〃 she said darkly； 〃Morgon； Bri Corbett could find ships for you。 And men to sail them。〃
〃It will cost a small fortune to persuade them；〃 Morgon said； but Duac only shrugged。
〃The dead have already cost a great fortune in the destruction of crops and animals。 Morgon； how in Hel's name will you control them in Hed？〃
〃They will not want to fight me；〃 he said simply； and Duac was silent； gazing at him out of clear； sea…colored eyes。
〃I wonder；〃 he said slowly； 〃what you are。 Man of Hed； who can control the dead of An。。。 Star…Bearer。〃 Morgon looked at him with a curious gratitude。 〃I might have hated my own name in this hall； but for you。〃 He stood up； mulling over the problem at hand。 〃Duac； I need to know names。 I could spend days searching the cairns with my mind； but I won't know who I am rousing。 I know many of the names of the Kings of the Three Portions； but I don't know the lesser dead。〃
〃I don't either；〃 Duac said。
〃Well； I know where you can find out；〃 Raederle sighed。 〃The place I almost lived in when I was a child。 Our father's library。〃
She and Morgon spent the rest of the day and the evening there； among ancient books and dusty parchments； while Duac sent to the docks for Bri Corbett。 By midnight； Morgon had tamped down in the deep of his mind endless names of warrior…lords； their sons and far…flung families； and legends of love； blood feuds and land wars that spanned the history of An。 He left the house then； walked alone through the still summer night into the fields behind the king's house； which were the charnel house for the many who had died battling over Anuin。 There he began his calling。
He spoke name after name； with the fragments of legend or poetry that he could remember； with his voice and his mind。 The dead roused to their names； came out of the orchards and woods； out of the earth itself。 Some rode at him with wild； eerie cries； their armor aflame with moonlight over bare bones。 Others came silently： dark； grim figures revealing terrible death wounds。 They sought to frighten him； but he only watched them out of eyes that had already seen all he needed to fear。 They tried to fight him； but he opened his own mind to them； showed them glimpses of his power。 He held them through all then： challenging； until they stood ranged before him across an entire field； then awe and curiosity forcing them out of their memories to glimpse something of the world they had been loosed into。
Then he explained what he wanted。 He did not expect them to understand Hed； but they understood him； his anger and despair and his land…love。 They gave him fealty in a ritual as old as An； their moldering blades flashing greyly in the moonlight。 Then they seeped slowly back into the night； into the earth； until he summoned them again。
He stood once again in a quiet field； his eyes on one still； dark figure who did not leave。 He watched it curiously； then； when it did not move； he touched its mind。 His thoughts were filled instantly with the living land…law of An。
His heart pounded sharply against his ribs。 The King of An walked slowly toward him； a tall man robed and cowled like a master or a wraith。 As he neared； Morgon could see him dimly in the moonlight； his dark brows slashing a tired； bitter face over eyes that were like Rood's hauntingly familiar。 The king stopped in front of him； stood silently surveying him。
He smiled unexpectedly； the bitterness in his eyes yielding to a strange wonder。 〃I've seen you；〃 he said； 〃in my dreams。 Star…Bearer。〃
〃Mathom。〃 His throat was very dry。 He bent his head to the king he had summoned out of the night of An。 〃You must。。。 you must be wondering what I'm doing。〃
〃No。 You made that very clear； as you explained it to the army you raised。 You do astounding things so quietly in my land。〃
〃I asked Duac's permission。〃
〃I'm sure Duac was grateful for the suggestion。 You're going to sail with them to Hed？ Is that what I heard？〃
〃I don't。。。 I was thinking of riding with Raederle to Caithnard and meeting the ships there； but I think perhaps I should sail with the dead。 It would make the living men on the ships feel easier； if I am with them。〃
〃You're taking Raederle to Hed？〃
〃She won't。。。 she won't listen to reason。〃
The king grunted。 〃Strange woman。〃 His eyes were as sharp and curious as birds' eyes； searching beneath Morgon's words。
Morgon asked him suddenly； 〃What have you seen of me； in your dreams？〃
〃Pieces。 Fragments。 Little that will help you； and much more than is good for me。 Long ago； I dreamed that you came out of a tower with a crown in your hand and three stars on your face。。。 but no name。 I saw you with a beautiful young woman； whom I knew was my daughter； but still； I never knew who you were。 I saw。。。〃 He shook his head a little； drawing his gaze back out of some perplexing； dangerous vision。
〃What？〃
〃I am not sure。〃
〃Mathom。〃 He felt cold suddenly in the warm summer night。 〃Be careful。 There are things in your mind that could cost you your life。〃
〃Or my land…law？〃 His lean hand closed on Morgon's shoulder。 〃Perhaps。 That is why I rarely explain my thoughts。 e to the house。 There will be a minor tempest when I reappear； but if you can sit patiently through that； we will have time to talk afterward。〃 He took a step； but Morgon did not move。 〃What is it？〃
He swallowed。 〃There is something I have to tell you。 Before I walk into your hall with you。 Seven days ago； I walked into it to kill a harpist。〃
He heard the king draw a swift breath there。
〃I didn't kill him。〃
〃Somehow I am not surprised。〃 His voice sounded husky； like a voice out of a barrow。 He drew Morgon forward toward the great moonlit house。 〃Tell me。〃
Morgon told him much more than that bef