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"A third of Nhi died at Irn-Svejur," Erij gasped at him, hoarse and out of breath. "Your doing— and hers. Where is she?"

Vanye swallowed against the blade's pressure, unable to answer. He fought instinctively to breathe and froze, trembling with the effort, when he felt moisture trickling down the sides of his neck. Raw pain rode on the edge of the blade as it eased slightly.

"Answer me," Erij hissed.

"Leth." He moved an arm as heavy as his whole body ought to be, ceased.

" Qujal— men from Leth caught her— to make her give them what she knows. Erij— Erij, no, do not kill me. They will have her knowledge—theirs— Thiye's— together— against us."

The pressure eased altogether, but it was there. The faint hope there was of Erij's interest sent the sweat coursing over him, Erij's knee hampered his breathing: he felt himself losing touch with his senses again, dizzied and numb. "And you, bastard?" Erij asked him. "What are you doing loose and alone?"

"Hjemur— the source. That can stop them. I am to kill Thiye— take Rahjemur. Erij, let me go."

"Bastard, I have chased you from Irn-Svejur. The others had no stomach for Hjemur's territory and Morgaine's weapons, but I swore to them that I would go where I had to go to bring back your head. I would bring back the whole of you alive, but one-handed as I am, I know I ca

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"Go with me there, then."

"I offered you the chance of sharing power once, bastard, and I meant it; but you loved the witch more than you loved Morija, enough to kill Nhi for her."

"Erij, you know at least that I will not break an oath. Help me— to Rahjemur. Now. Before our enemy takes it. Let me have my revenge on Thiye— for Morgaine; on the qujaltoo if I can. I am speaking sense, Erij.

Listen to me. There are weapons in Ra-hjemur, surely— and if our enemy lays hands on them, even holding Changelingmight not be enough to take the citadel. Do this. Come with me. That is my oath to her— to deal with Thiye. After that, anything that is between us will be between us, and I will not cry foul at anything."

Erij's shadowed eyes took on a narrow, reckoning look. "You were condemned to be ilinby our father's law, for Kandrys; and you will be clean of that if I listen to you. But you have me yet to satisfy. Suppose I were to sentence you to another year."

"I would think that was too slight a thing to satisfy you."

"Swear," said Erij, "by that oath you regard with her, that you will stay for Claiming by me, no treachery, no aid from her if she should somehow live. And that will not be a year that you will thank me for, Chya bastard, and it will not stop me from turning you over to the kinsmen of Paren and Bren when it is finished. But if it is worth the price to you, I will refrain from cutting your throat here and now. I will even go with you to Rahjemur. Is that the way you want it, bastard? Will you pay that?"

"Yes," Vanye said without hesitating; but Erij's blade still rested under his chin.

"And I will wager," said Erij, "that you know the use of the sword and that you know the witch herself better than any now living. If taking Hjemur purges you of her— that being the service she named for you, and not merely a year— then let us agree, my brother, that when Hjemur falls, it is mine, and you are mine— from that moment. And you will not speak of this oath of ours— not to her, not to Thiye, not to anyone."

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He saw the trap then, which Erij wove for Morgaine, treachery suspecting treachery in everyone, and admired the cu

He did not like the oath: it was woven too tightly.

"I will agree," he said.

"And upon your soul you will not betray me," Erij said. "You will hand me Hjemur and hand me Thiye and the witch and this qujalhimself."

"As many as live," Vanye agreed.

"That you will not desert me or raise hand against me before then."

"I agree."

"Your hand," said Erij.

It was not right to do: by ilin-law he ought not to yield another oath, and any crossing of the two obligations was on his soul, his own fault; but Erij insisted, and he yielded up his hand and clenched his teeth as Erij drew the black across the palm. Then Erij touched it with his mouth, and Vanye likewise, spat blood into the snow. It was not Claiming, for there was no signing with it, but it was an oath and a binding one, and when Erij released him to get to his feet, he knelt clenching numbing snow in his fist as he had knelt once in a cave in Aenor-Pyvvn, shaking this time in utter misery, such that his senses threatened to leave him.

The liyohe served could by rights curse his soul to perdition; he had yielded his brother the same right. And yet he knew that he would have mercy of Morgaine, and none at all of Erij. He knew his liyo, that though she was cruel in other ways, she would not curse him; and that knowledge of her perversely made him sure which oath he would follow.

And kill his brother, as he had killed a third of Nhi.

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He had done this for his liyo, serving her: ilin-oath had bound him, and he had killed kinsmen. There had seemed no worse act that he could be drawn to commit.

Until this, that he oath-broke, and murdered his brother by his silence.

I owe it to thee to tell thee plainly; if thee usesChangeling as I have told thee to do— thee will die.

Changelingwas not selective in its destructions.

"Come, on your feet," said Erij. He hooked the blade to his saddle-harness, displacing his own to the useless right-hand fastenings. Then he gathered reins and climbed up, waiting for him.

Vanye gathered himself up and sought the black, who stood, reins dangling, some distance away across the clearing. He set foot in the stirrup and rose into the saddle with a wince of strained muscles.

"You are guide," said Erij. "Lead. And be mindful of your oath."

He retraced the way that they had come, then cut north, aiming to come out upon the highroad at a different place than they had left it. When they had it in sight among the trees he was relieved to see that there were as yet no tracks marring the snow.

Only as they came out into the open road, something fluttered through the trees, alarmed by their passing— a rapid clap of wings in the dark. Erij stared after it with hate in his face, the honest loathing of a human man for things that frequented these woods.

Vanye had even ceased to shudder at such things. He set a good pace, reckoning that they were laying a clear trail for Liell and his men if they would follow; but it could not be helped. There was one quick way to Hjemur's heart, and they were on it.

The black was laboring. It was impossible to drive the horse further, hard-put as he had been on the road to Ivrel. And at last Vanye reined in, looked back and considered stopping. It was an uncomfortable place. Forest was on one side, high rocks upon the other.

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"Let us be moving," Erij said.

"I am not going to kill this horse," Vanye protested, but he kept the animal at a walk all the same, and did not stop.