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An eerie silence lay over the grounds。 Piles of broken wall still blazed red…hot from within； but the night was undisturbed over the school； and he could see stars。 He stood listening； but the only fighting he heard came from the streets。 He moved again； soundlessly； entered the hall。
It was black and silent as the caves of Erlenstar Mountain。 He made one futile attempt to batter against the darkness and gave up。 On impulse； he shaped the sword at his side and drew it。 He held it by the blade； turned the eye of the stars to the darkness。 He drew fire out of the night behind nun； kindied it in the stars。 A red light split across the dark； showed him Ghisteslwchlohm。
They looked at one another silently。 The Founder seemed gaunt under the strange light； the bones pushing out under his skin。 He voice sounded tired； neither threatening nor defeated。 He said curiously； 〃You still can't see in the dark。〃
〃I'll learn。〃
〃You must eat darkness。。。 You are a riddle； Morgon。 You track a harpist all the way across the realm to kill him because you hated his harping； but you won't kill me。 You could have； while you held my mind； but you didn't。 You should try now。 But you won't。 Why？〃
〃You don't want me dead。 Why？〃
The wizard grunted。 〃A riddle…game。。。 I might have known。 How did you survive to escape from me that day on Trader's Road？ I barely escaped； myself。〃
Morgon was silent。 He lowered the sword； let the tip rest on the ground。 〃What are they？ The shape…changers？ You are the High One。 You should know。〃
〃They were a legend here and there； a fragment of poetry； a bit of wet kelp and broken shell。。。 a strange accusation made by a Ymris prince； until you left your land to find me。 Now。。。 they are being a nightmare。 What do you know about them？〃
〃They're ancient。 They can be killed。 They have enormous power； but they rarely use it。 They're killing traders and warriors in the streets of Lungold。 I don't know what in Hel's name they are。〃
〃What do they see in you？〃
〃Whatever you see； I assume。 You will answer that one for me。〃
〃Undoubtedly。 The wise man knows his own name。〃
〃Don't taunt me。〃 The tight shivered a little between his hands。 〃You destroyed Lungold to keep my name from me。 You hid all knowledge of it； you kept watch over the College at Caithnard。。。〃
〃Spare me the history of my life。〃
〃That's what I want from you。 Master Ohm。 High One。 Where did you find the courage to assume the name of the High One？〃
〃No one else claimed it〃
〃Why？〃
The wizard was silent a moment。 〃You could force answers from me；〃 he said at length。 〃I could reach out； bind the minds of the Lungold wizards again； so that you could not touch me。 I could escape； you could pursue me。 You could escape； I could pursue you。 You could kill me； which would be exhausting work； and you would lose your most powerful protector。〃
〃Protector；〃 He dropped the syllables like three dry bones。
〃I do want you alive。 Do the shape…changers？ listen to me。〃
〃Don't；〃 he said wearily； 〃even try。 I'll break your power once and for all。 Oddly enough I don't care if you live or die。 At least you make sense to me； which is more than I can say for the shape…changers； or。。。〃 He stopped。 The wizard took a step toward him。
〃Morgon； you have looked at the world out of my eyes and you have my power。 The more you touch land…law； the more men will remember that。〃
〃I have no intention of meddling with land…law！ What do you think I am？〃
〃You have already started。〃
Morgon stared at him。 He said softly； 〃You are wrong。 I have not even begun to see out of your eyes。 What in Hel's name do you see when you look at me？〃
〃Morgon； I am the most powerful wizard in this realm。 I could fight for you。〃
〃Something frightened you that day on Trader's Road。 You need me to fight for you。 What happened？ Did you see the limits of your power in the reflection of a sea…green eye？ They want me； and you don't want to yield me to them。 But you are not so sure anymore that you can fight an army of seaweed。〃
Ghisteslwchlohm was silent； his face hollowed with a scarlet wash of shadows。 〃Can you？〃 he asked softly。 〃Who will help you？ The High One？〃 Then Morgon felt the sudden stirring of his mind； a wave of thought enpassing the hall； the grounds； seeking out the minds of the wizards； to shape itself to them； bind them once again。 Morgon raised the sword； the stars kindled a blade of light in Ghisteslwchlohm's eyes。 He winced away from it； his concentration broken。 Then his hands rose； snarling threads of light between his fingers。 The light swept back into the stars as if they had sucked it into themselves。 Darkness crouched like a live thing within the hall； barring even the moonlight。 The sword grew cold in Morgon's grip。 The coldness welled up his hands； into his bones； behind his eyes： a binding numbing his movements； his thoughts。 His own awareness of it only strengthened it； struggling to move only bound him still。 So he yielded to it； standing motionless in the night； knowing it was illusion； and that the acceptance of it； like the acceptance of the impossible； was the only way beyond it。 He became its stillness； its coldness； so that when the vast power that was gathering in some dim world struck him at last； his numb； dark mind blocked it like a lump of iron。
He heard Ghisteslwchlohm's furious； incredulous curse and shook himself free of the spell。 He caught the wizard's mind an instant before he vanished。 A last rake of power across his mind shook his hold a little； and he realized that he was close to the edge of his own endurance。 But the wizard was exhausted； even his illusion of darkness was broken。 Light blazed out of the stars once more； the broken walls around them were luminous with power。 Ghisteslwchlohm raised a hand； as if to work something out of the burning stones； then dropped it wearily。 Morgon bound him lightly； and spoke his name。
The name took root in his heart； his thoughts。 He absorbed not power； but memories； looking at the world for a few unbroken moments out of Ghisteslwchlohm's mind。
He saw the great hall around them in all its first beauty； the windows burning as with the fires of wizardry； the newly panelled walls smelling of cedar。 A hundred faces gazed at him that day； a thousand years before； as he spoke the nine structures of wizardry。 As he spoke； he harvested in secret； even from the mind of the most powerful of them； all knowledge and memory of three stars。
He sat in restless； uneasy power at Erlenstar Mountain。 He held the minds of the land…rulers； not to control their actions； but to know them； to study the land…instincts he could never quite master。 He watched a land…ruler of Herun riding alone through Isig Pass； ing closer and closer； to ask a riddle of three stars。 He twisted the mind of the Morgol's horse； it reared； screaming； and the Morgol Dhairrhuwyth slid down a rocky cliff； catching desperately at boulders that spoke a deep； terrible warning as they thundered after him。
Long before that； he stood in w