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He went and settled glumly by the fire, working his stiffening hand, which was affected by the cold. "We must somehow get down from this height,"

he said, "by tomorrow, even if it takes us by some more dangerous road.

We are out of grain but for one day. These horses ca

She nodded quietly. "We are on a short road," she said.

"Lady, I do not know this way, and I have ridden the track from Morija to Koris's border to Erd several ways."

"It is a road I knew," she said, and looked up at the clouding sky, the pinetops black against the veiled moon. "It was less overgrown then."

He made a gesture against evil, unthought and reflexive. He thought then that it would anger her. Instead she glanced down briefly, as if avoiding reply.

"Where are we going?" he asked her. "Are we looking for something?"

"No," she said. "I know where it lies."

"Lady," he asked of her, for she seemed about to sink into another of her silences. He made a bow, earnestly; he could not bear another day of that.

"Lady, where? Where are we going?"

"To Ivrel." And when in dread he opened his mouth to protest that madness: "I have not told you yet," she said, "what service I claim of thee."

"No," he agreed, "you have not."

"It is this, ilin.To kill the Hjemur-lord Thiye and to destroy his citadel if I die."

A laugh escaped him, became a sob. This was the thing she had promised the six lords she would do. Ten thousand men had died in that attempt, so that many surmised she had never been enemy to Thiye of Hjemur, but friend and servant-witch, set out to ruin the Middle Lands.

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"Ah, I will go with thee," she said. "I do not ask you to do this thing alone; but if I am lost, that is your service to me."

"Why?" he asked abruptly. "For revenge? What wrong have I done you, lady?"

"I came to seal the Gates," she said, "and if I should be lost, that is the means to do it. I do not think I can teach you otherwise. But take my weapons and strike at the heart of Hjemur's hold: that would do it as well as I ever could."

"If you wish to rain the Gates," he said bitterly, for he did not half believe her, "there was a begi

"Pointless to meddle with it. They are all dangerous; but the master Gate is that you call the Witchfires: without it all the others must fade. They all once led to there: now they only exist, without depth or direction. They are the one thing that Thiye has not fully discovered how to manage. He ca

"I understand nothing at all," he protested. "Set me free of this thing. It does no honor to you to ask such a thing of me. I will go with you, I swear this: I will do you ilin's service until you have seen through what you will do, no matter how mean or how miserable things you ask of me. I swear that, even beyond my year, even to Ivrel, if that is where you are going.

But do not ask me to do this thing and hang my oath as ilinon it."

"All these things," she said softly, "I have of the oath you have already given me." And then her voice became almost kindly: "Vanye, I am desperate. Five of us came here and four are dead, because we did not know clearly what we faced. Not all the old knowledge is dead here; Thiye has found teachers for himself, and perhaps he has indeed grown in knowledge: in some part I hope he has. His ignorance is as dangerous as his malice. But if I send you, I will not send you totally ignorant."

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He bowed his head. "Do not tell me these things. If you need a right arm, I am there. No more than that."

"Well enough," she said, "well enough for now. I will not force any knowledge on thee that does not have to be."

And she applied knife to a twig and sharpened it to hold the strips of venison.

He slipped his helmet off, for it hurt his brow from long wearing, but he did not slip the coif: it was cold and shame still prevented him, even in her sight. He wrapped the cloak about him and undertook to cook his own food, and shared wine with her. He went over to the log after that, and stretched himself upon the higher part of it, and she upon the lower a time later. It was a peculiar sort of bed, but better by far then the cold snow below them; and he tucked himself up like a warrior on a bier, his longsword clasped upon his breast, for he did not want to let it out of his grasp on this night, and in this place. He did not even keep it in its sheath.

And late, when the fire had become very low, he became uneasy with the impression that there was something stirring besides the wind that cracked the icy branches, something large and of weight; and he strained his eyes and hearing and held his breath to see and listen to what it might be.

Suddenly he saw Morgaine's hand seek toward her belt beneath her cloak, and he knew that she was awake.

"I will put wood upon the fire," he said, this also for any watcher. He rolled off the log into a crouch, almost expecting a rush of something.

Brush cracked. Snow crunched, rapidly receding.

He looked at Morgaine.

"It was no wolf," she said. "Go feed the fire, and keep an eye to the horses.

If we ride out now we are perhaps no better target than we are sitting here, but I fear this trail has changed too much to chance it in the dark."

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It was an uneasy night thereafter. The clouds grew thicker. Toward morning there came the first siftings of snow.

Vanye swore, heartbreakingly, with feeling. He hated the cold like death itself; it closed in about them until all the world was white, and they drifted through the veiling wind as they rode, like wraiths, nearly losing one another upon occasion, until the lowering sky ceased to sift down on them and they had an afternoon free of misery.

The trail ceased to be a trail at all, yet Morgaine still professed to know the way: she had, she avowed, ridden it only a few days ago, when trees were still young that now were old, where others stood that now did not, and the path was fair and well-ridden. Yet she insisted she would not mistake their way.

And toward evening they did indeed come to what seemed a proper road, or the remnant of one, and made a camp in a pleasant place that was at least sheltered from the rising wind, a hollow among rocks that looked out upon an open meadow— rare in these hills. With the wind up and no dry bed for their rest, he did what he could with pine boughs, and tried beneath the snow for grass for the horses, but it was too deep, and iced. He fed the animals the last of the grain, wondering what would become of them on the morrow, and then returned to the fire that Morgaine had made, there to sit hunched in his cloak like a winter bird, miserable and dejected. He slept early, taking what rest he could until Morgaine nudged him with her foot. Thereafter she slept in the warm place he had quitted, and he sat slumped against a rock and wrapped his arms and legs about his longsword, trying against his weariness to hold himself alert.

He nodded, unintended, jerked erect again. One of the horses snorted. He thought that he himself had startled it by his sudden movement, but the uneasiness nagged at him.