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.Yes, even now it was telling him what to do.He must hurry to see Lord Ravendas.He found her in her chamber, reclining languidly on a velvet-covered lounge in a robe of silk as pale as her alabaster skin."My lord, I must speak with you," Snake said in his sibilant voice."You are disturbing my rest, my lord steward," she said with irritation.Snake's reptilian face remained expressionless."It is important, my lord."Ravendas glared at him, then abruptly stood.She moved to a table and poured herself a goblet of red wine from a crystal decanter.She drained it."Well?" she demanded.Snake moved closer to her, his green robe hissing like a serpent's scales against the marble floor."Caldorien has left the city, my lord.Five travel with him, one of them the Harper."The goblet crashed against a wall, breaking into tiny shards of glass."Is that so?" Ravendas said with perfect calmness."Caledan and his precious Fellowship—I should have known they would still be following him like a band of drooling puppies.Tell me, my lord steward, where are they journeying?"“To the Fields of the Dead, my lord.That can only mean one thing.Somehow they must have found a copy of the Mal'eb'dala we did not know about They must have learned about the Nightstone, and now they seek to discover the shadow song to counter its magic."Ravendas laughed, a sound like breaking glass."Let them try, my lord steward.I doubt they will fare any better than we.They will be unpleasantly surprised by what they find in the Fields of the Dead.And meanwhile we shall continue our excavations." She reclined upon the lounge once again."Caldorien is more a fool than ever.""Shall I send a party of your men after them, anyway, my lord?""Very well." A secret, wicked smile curled itself about Ravendas's lips."But remember, my lord steward—I want Caldorien alive.The rest you may do with as you please, but Caldorien must not be slain."Snake backed from the room, leaving her alone.He made his way down the tower's central staircase to give the orders for an attack party to ride hard to the Fields of the Dead.As Ravendas wished, he would instruct them to capture Caldorien alive.But the shadevar had no such orders.A smile like the blade of a knife made a slash across Snake's severe visage.The little room high in the city lord's tower was dark and quiet.Kellen lay in his bed, covered by fine woolen blankets.But he was not asleep.He was waiting.He clung tightly to a small wooden soldier.It was a crudely carved toy, dressed in a torn cloth napkin of royal blue.One of the servants had made it for him, a kind old man who had looked at him sadly when he learned Kellen had no toys other than the exquisite musical instruments his mother gave to him.Mother had ordered the old servant put to death when she learned of the gift, but she had let Kellen keep the toy."All gifts have a price, my son," she had said to him, leading him to a window where he could look down upon the old servant, hanging from a gibbet.The kind old man's face had been purple and swollen.It had made Kellen feel sick inside.But she had let him keep the soldier.The square patch of moonlight falling through the open window spilled slowly across the floor, lengthening as he waited.Suddenly Kellen heard the outside bolt being drawn.He held the wooden soldier more tightly."Don't be frightened," he whispered to the doll."It will be all right." He closed his eyes, feigning sleep, as the door opened."Rise, Kellen," a sibilant voice whispered.It was the lord steward, Snake."Your mother has sent for you."Kellen sat up in bed, nodding wordlessly.He hated the lord steward.It was always Lord Snake who came in the middle of the night, like a phantom, to wake Kellen and take him to Mother if she had called for him.Kellen wished he could run from Lord Snake, but he had to obey, else Mother would be angry with him.An attendant entered to help Kellen dress, and soon he was shown to his mother's chamber high in the tower [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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