Mouse tells a few secrets
“Won’t you have a seat?” Gwynn asked like a lady, and then like a girl she blurted, “I’m so glad you’re here!”
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Iylaine cries and wakes the baby
“Baby! Baby!”
Malcolm did not like to shake his screaming wife, but he did not know what else to do, and anyway she was already shaking. It was only then that she noticed he was there at all.
Vash demands punishment for his crime
The Khor apparently considered the fault grave. As Dara had said, he had gathered his Four together in his chamber despite the hour, and he sat fully dressed upon his throne. But he had always made a ritual out of chastising his son.
Only Vash and Shosudin had been summoned, but Tashnu had chosen to come. Now, truly, they were only three. Shosudin had never understood why Vash had not wanted to take a fourth when Kiv had been unnamed, but he realized now that Vash had always counted Kiv among them regardless.
Vash regrets
“What is this?” Tashnu gasped.
From his bedchamber he had heard his brother’s voice attempting to soothe a muffled sobbing, but he had thought it must have been his little niece crying—not that he could guess why his brother would have brought the baby here in the middle of the night, unless something grave had happened to Dara.
An elf is left alone
It all appeared to have been a horrible dream. He seemed to be in his own cave. His head lay on one of his own deer skins, which smelled like his own hair. He still had hair on his head—his own long hair draped over his pointed ear and down his cheek. He still had a cheek.
There was a fire, at the same distance from his face as his fire of every night. The heat of the fire was reflected by his own overhanging rock. He was not clinging to the rock, head-downward—he was lying on his back. He still had a back. He had no wings.
An elf is carried away
A gust of hot wind blew, and all the other leaves were lifted and tossed in the dry air. The elf awoke as they came sprinkling down on him again. Some had fallen into the fire behind his head, and he could hear them crackling as they were instantly consumed. It was the sort of end he would have wanted for himself, but he no longer had the nature of these leaves.
Overhead there was another sort of crackling. The sky was filled with the soft creaking of old leather. He seemed to lie beneath a tent of leather, but the tent moved.
Dunstan is overflown
The autumn had been unusually mild, and many trees still wore their ragged leaves weeks after they should have shrugged them off. The days had grown shorter as they should, but the light often lingered in the evenings, and long after the sun set, the horizon would glow with its own dim green fire. Neither the days nor the season seemed to want to die.
Tonight, Dunstan thought with melancholy satisfaction, November had come to lay the seal of winter on the world. The air was so pure that the stars scarcely twinkled, so cold it seemed to suck the warm breath from his lungs. The wind was faint enough that he could not feel it on his face, but in the great stillness he could hear it rustling over the stones and across the lake like the sweeping skirts of a dark lady.
Egelric keeps his grudges to himself
“I think someone should go back for him,” Ethelwyn said abruptly.
Sir Egelric turned his head slowly and let his arms slip from the mantel. “Back… for… whom?” he intoned.
A flame is passed and a leaf falls
“Where are you?” the blind elf barked again.
Dogs understood the language of wolves no better than the wretched kisór understood poetry, but at least they could communicate.
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