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"What is wrong with her?" Geza asked.
"I don't know," Leesil answered, and he pulled Wy
"I ca
"Oh, damn!" Magiere said. "I'd forgotten her eyes."
"We should take her back to the manor," Geza suggested, reaching down to lift the sage.
"And do what?" Leesil asked. "She can't take any more. We have to stop it, now!"
"How?" Magiere answered too harshly. "She's the only one who understands what happened. At the manor we can at least care for her until she can undo this herself."
"She's not the only one who knows," Leesil said, his voice quiet and cold. "There is someone else. Stay here where I can find you, or bring her if you hear me call out."
The moment Wy
"Geza, check the woods to the east," he called. "If you see our dog, tell him Wy
The captain stared at him. "What?"
"Just do it!" Leesil shouted back. "He'll understand."
Geza took off the other way, and Magiere sat in the road, gripping Wy
"Wy
Wy
"Ribbons… shadows in you," she whispered. "Pulling at me, at my spirit. Do not touch me!"
She backed against the nearest building and curled up to hide her face in her hands.
Magiere crouched within reach, unable to understand why Wy
Wy
She didn't open her eyes-couldn't open her eyes-to watch the writhing black ribbons flowing through Magiere. She knew Magiere only tried to help, but could not stop herself from struggling. All she wanted was to crawl away into the darkness, where those black tendrils in Magiere's essence couldn't find her.
"Wy
"Magiere!" Leesil called. "Here, across the stream!"
Wy
She felt the soft earth beneath her, and its loamy scent filled her head. She straggled to push herself up and opened her eyes slowly for fear of what she might see.
Through the blue-white mist woven amid the branches and brash, a gleam of white danced down the slope. Wy
Leesil's hair flashed as he ran toward her. His eyes were amber stones lit from within. Beside him loped something on four legs. Shade. Though she possessed her own living i
Where was Chap?
Leesil skidded in the mulch as he dropped down beside her. He glanced back over his shoulder.
"Chap, get down here… now!"
Out among the trees, Wy
At first, it was nothing more than a moving bright spot amid the forest's essence, but it grew in intensity as it neared. She had seen Chap during the village battle, and his presence was as strong as Leesil's, but it was not what she saw now. Like a brilliant cold lamp crystal, a light loped through the trees.
As it approached, the very essence of each living thing lit up where it passed.
Wy
Unlike all else in her confused vision, she didn't see one blue-white shape laid over the physical form before her. Chap was but one image, one whole shape, glowing with brilliance.
His fur was pure white and each fiber glistened like silk.
He padded toward her.
Wy
They sparkled like crystals in sunlight.
She felt no wind but saw movement among the trees. No, not the trees, but their blue-white essence within. It moved and flowed, reaching out… to the dog.
Other glows like Chap's were moving inside the trees… inside the earth… in the air itself. They gathered inward around the dog, above and below him.
Wy
She felt Chap's breath upon her face and sensed his light through her eyelids, and then his warm tongue swept over her closed eyes, one at a time.
Wy
Before her was Chap, silvery gray and furry… and barely visible in the dark.
"That's it?" Leesil asked. "He slobbers on her? Wy
She could barely make him out. His white-blond hair was the easiest feature to see, but it looked the same as always.
Wy
But now she saw only a dog, who licked his own nose and then sat on the ground with an exhausted grunt.
Welstiel stayed hidden among the trees as he watched Magiere and a moderately well-dressed soldier help Leesil and Wy
His dream patron urged him to follow her, but he had listened to those black scales in his slumber for too many years. He was no closer to his goal for it. Magiere's search for her past stalled his pursuit of the jewel of his dreams and the future it hinted at.
He understood why Magiere had stayed in this place. It was her nature to hunt the undead, wherever they were found. But why did she travel farther into this land, lingering in a place where some things still might wait to find her… to find him? As he watched Magiere and her companions enter the manor grounds, he decided there were answers he must seek for himself.
His horse was gone, and he began the long walk back to where Chane had pitched their tent the previous dusk. Welstiel was not surprised to find both horses and his traveling companion waiting there for him. Chane sat on the ground outside the tent, his expression guarded. He was feeding his rat a handful of grain.
"I thought it best to get the horses out of sight," he said, as if nothing had happened.
Welstiel looked down at him. "Did you play the hero and destroy the monster to save your lady fair?"
Chane's left eye twitched. "Yes."
Welstiel decided not to press the issue of Chane's disobedience-not yet. Magiere was safe, and with the sorcerer gone, she would continue onward.
"Of course, you made certain Wy
His companion hesitated. "I am no fool."
Welstiel stepped toward the tent. "It is dangerous to be so close to Magiere. The encounter has left them tired, particularly Leesil and the sage. I doubt they will leave at first light, but they will depart tomorrow. If she continues east, I need to know why."