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"Uncle!" Regis protested in shock. "What kind of ninny do you think me? No, Commander. If that had

been all-" He stopped, hunting for words, hi confusion.

He said, "Commander, he would not accept refusal. He persecuted him day and night, invaded his mind,used laran against him...."

Kennard's eyes sharpened. "Lord Hastur, what do you know of this wild tale? The boy looks ill. Is heraving?"

Regis stood up with a surge of violent anger that matched Kennard's own. "Kennard Alton, I am a

Hastur and I do not liel Send for Lord Dyan if you will, and question me in his presence!"

Kennard met his eyes, not angry now, but very serious. He said, "Dyan is not in the city tonight. Regis,

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tell me, how do you know this?"

"From Danilo's own lips, and from rapport with his mind, Regis said quietly. "You of all men know there

is no way to lie to the mind."

Kennard did not release his eyes. "I did not know you had laran."

Regis held out his hand to Kennard, palm upward, a gesture he had never seen before, yet instinctguided him to it He said, "You have. You will know. See for yourself, sir."

He saw dawning respect in the older man's gaunt, feverish face in the instant before he felt, with a thrill offear, the touch on his mind. He heard Lew saying in Kennard's memory, Tve known grown men whodared not face that test. Then he felt Kennard's touch, the shock of rapport ... the moment he had stoodbefore Danilo in the orchard, reeling with the shock of Danilo's anger and shame ... his own liking for Dyan, the moment of half-shamed response to him ... Kennard's own memories of Dyan blurring his own,a younger Dyan, a slender, eager boy, to be loved and protected and cherished . . . Danilo's sick,stunned terror, the flood of nightmarish dreams and cruelties he had shared with Danilo, the weeping hithe dark, the harsh hawklike laughter. ...

The blur of memories and impressions was gone. Kennard had covered his eyes with his hands. His eyeswere dry and

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blazing, but just the same Regis got the impression that the older man was weeping in dismay. He said in a whisper, "Zandru's hells, Dyan!" Regis could feel the knifing anguish in the words. Kennard sank down on the bench again and Regis knew that he would have fallen if he had -not, but for the first time Regis felt the iron strength and control with which a tower-trained telepath can control himself when he must. He had a frightening flash of agony, as if Kennard were holding his hand steadily in a fire, but Kennard only drew a deep breath and said, "So Danilo has laran. Lew did not tell me, nor did he tell me Dani had awakened you." A long silence. "That is a crime, and a terrible one-to use laran to force the win. I trusted Dyan; I never thought to question him. We were bredin. It is my responsibility and I will bear the guilt"

He looked shattered, dazed. "Aldones, Son of Light! I trusted him with my cadets! And Lew tried towarn me and I would not hear. I sent my own son from me in wrath because he tried to make me hear.... Hastur, what shall we do?"

Hastur looked grieved. "All the Ardais are unstable," he said. "Ddm Kyril has been mad these twentyyears. But you know the law as well as I do. You forced us to name Lew your heir with that same law. There must be one in the direct line, male and healthy, to represent every Domain, and Dyan hasappointed no heir. We cannot even dismiss him from Comyn Council, as we did with Kyril when hebegan to rave. I do not know how we can send him from Council even long enough to heal his mind, if heis truly mad. Is he sane enough even to choose an heir?"

Regis felt angry and bruised. They seemed to care only about Dyan. Dani was nothing to them, no morethan he was to Dyan. He said aggressively, "What of Danilo? What of his disgrace and his suffering? Hehas the rarest of the Comyn gifts, and the way he has been treated dishonors us all!"

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the counsels of his elders, but he stood his ground, watching the torchlight make flickering patterns on the

antique swords over the fire, saw Dyan, the sharp foil in hand, plunging it into his breast....

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"I'll leave Dyan to you. But Dani is my responsibility! I pledged him my sworn word. I am a Hastur, and

the heir to a Domain, and I demand-"

"You demand, do you?" said his grandfather, swinging around to face him. "I deny your right to demand anything! You have told me you wish to renounce that right, to go off-world. It took all I had even to extract your promise to give the minimum duty to the cadets! You have refused, even as Dyan refused, to give an heir to your Domain. By what right do you dare criticize him? You have renounced your heirship to Hastur; by what right do you stand here in front of us and make demands? Sit down and behave yourself or go back to your room and leave these things to your betters!"

"Don't you treat me like a child!"

"You are a child," said Hastur, his lips pressed tightly together, "a sick, silly child."

The room was flickering in and out of focus with the firelight. Regis clenched his fists, fighting for words. "An injury to anyone with laran .., dishonors us all." He turned to Kennard, pleading. "For the honor ofthe Guards ... for your own honor ..."

Kennard's crippled hands touched him gently; Regis could feel pain ripping through those swollen handsas he wrenched them away. He felt himself sliding in and out of his body, unable to bear the jangle andconfusion of all their thoughts. He thought with wild longing of being aboard a starship outward bound,free, leaving this little world behind with all its intrigue. He stood for a moment in Kennard's memory onthe faraway surface of Terra, struggling with the pull of honor and duty against all he longed for, back tothe heritage laid out for him before he was born, a path he must walk whether he would or not ... felt hisgrandfather's anguish, Rafael, Rafael, you would not have deserted me like this . .. heard Dyan's slowcynical voice, a very special stud animal whose fees are paid to Comyn ...

It forced him physically to his knees with the weight of it. Past, present, future spun together, whirling, hesaw Dani's hand meet his on the hilt of a gleaming sword, felt it rip his mind open, overshadowing him. Son of Hastur who is the Son of Light! He was crying like a child. He whispered, 'To the House of Hastur ... I swear ..."

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Gradually the seething flood of emotion, foreknowledge, memory, receded. He heard Kennard say,

"Threshold sickness. Not crisis, but he's pretty sick. Speak to him, sir."

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"Regis ..."

Regis struggled, whispered, "Grandfather, Lord Hastur ... I swear, I wilt swear ..."

His grandfather's arms enfolded him gently. "Regis, Regis, I know. But I cannot accept any pledge fromyou now. Not in your present state. The Gods know I want to, but I cannot You must leave this to us. You must, child. We will deal with Dyan. You have done all you need to do. Just now your task is to go,as Kennard says, to Neskaya, to teach yourself to control your gift."

He tried again to fight his way upright... kneeling on cold stones, crystal lights around him. Words cameslowly, painfully, yet he could not escape them: / pledge my life and honor . . . to Hastur, forever . . . andterrible pain, knowing he spoke into a closing door, he gave away his life and his freedom. He could notget a word out, not a syllable, and he felt his body and brain would explode with the words bursting inhim. He whispered and knew no one could hear him, as his senses slipped away, "... swear ... honor ..."

His grandfather's eyes met his briefly, a momentary anchor over a swaying darkness where he hung. Heheard bis grandfather's voice, deep and compassionate, saying firmly, "The honor of the Comyn has beensafe in my hands for ninety years, Regis. You can leave it to me now."

Regis let them lay him, nearly senseless, on the stone bench.

He let himself slip away into unconsciousness like a little death.

Chapter FOURTEEN

(Lew Alton's narrative)

For three days a blizzard had raged in the Hellers. On the fourth day I woke to sunshine and the peaksbehind Castle Aldaran gleaming under their burden of snow. I dressed and went down into the gardensbehind the castle, standing atop the terraces and looking down on the spaceport below where greatmachines were already moving about, as tiny at this distance as creeping bugs, to shift the heavy layers ofsnow. No wonder the Terrans didn't want to move their main port herel

Yet, unlike Thendara, here spaceport and castle seemed part of a single conjoined whole, not waninggiants, striding toward battle.

"You're out early, cousin," said a light voice behind me. I turned to see Marjorie Scott, warmly wrapped

in a hooded cloak with fur framing her face. I made her a formal bow.

"Damisela."

She smiled and stretched her hand to me. "I like to be out early when the sun's shining. It was so darkduring the storm!"

As we walked down the terraces she grasped my cold hand and drew it under her cloak. I had to tellmyself that this freedom did not imply what it would mean in the lowlands, but was innocent andunaware. It was hard to remember that with my hand lying between her warm breasts. But damn it, thegirl was a telepath, she had to know.

As we went along the path, she pointed out the hardy winter flowers, already thrusting their stalks upthrough the snow, seeking the sun, and the sheltered fruits casting their

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snow-pods. We came to a marble-railed space where a waterfall tumbled, storm-swollen, away into the

valley.

"This stream carries water from the highest peaks down into Caer Donn, for their drinking water. The dam above here, which makes the waterfall, serves to generate power for the lights, here and down in the spaceport, too."

"Indeed, damiselal We have nothing like this in Thendara." I found it hard to keep my attention on the stream. Suddenly she turned to face me, swift as a cat, her eyes flashing gold. Her cheeks were flushed and she snatched her hand away from mine. She said, with a stiffness that concealed anger, "Forgive me, Dom Lewis. I presumed on our kinship," and turned to go. My hand, in the cold again, felt as chilled and icy as my heart at her sudden wrath.

Without thinking, I reached out and clasped her wrist.

"Lady, how have I offended you? Please don't go!"

She stood quite still with my hand clasping her wrist She said in a small voice, "Are all you valley men soqueer and formal? I am not used to being called damisela, except by servants. Do you ... dislike me ... Lew?"

Our hands were still clasped. Suddenly she colored and tried to withdraw her wrist from my fingers. Itightened them, saying, "I feared to be burned . . . too near the fire. I am very ignorant of your mountainways. How should I address you, cousin?"

"Would a woman of your valley lands be thought too bold if she called you by name, Lew?"

"Marjorie," I said, caressing the name with my voice. "Marjorie." Her small fingers felt fragile and live, like some small quivering animal that had taken refuge with me. Never, not even at Arilinn, had I known such warmth, such acceptance. She said my hands were cold and drew them under her cloak again. All she was telling me seemed wonderful. I knew something of electric power generators-in the Kilghard Hills great windmills harnessed the steady winds-but her voice made it all new to me, and I pretended less knowledge so she would go on speaking.

She said, "At one time matrix-powered generators provided lights for the castle. That technique is lost."

"It is known at Arilinn," I said, "but we rarely use it; the cost is high in human terms and there is some danger." Just the same, I thought, hi the mountains they must need more energy against the crueler climate. Easy enough to give up a

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luxury, but here it might make the difference between civilized life and a brutal struggle for existence.

"Have you been taught to use a matrix, Marjorie?"

"Only a little. Kermiac is too old to show us the techniques. Thyra is stronger than I because she and Kadarin can link together a little, but not for long. The techniques of making the links are what we do not know."

"That is simple enough," I said, hesitating because I did not like to think of working in linked circles outside the safety of the tower force-fields. "Marjorie, who is Kadarin, where does he come from?"

"I know no more than he told you," she said. "He has traveled on many worlds. There are times when he speaks as if he were older than my guardian, yet he seems no older than Thyra. Even she knows not much more than I, yet they have been together for a long time. He is a strange man, Lew, but I love him and I want you to love him too."