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This chapter is the most violent and most disturbing so far. (Same goes for the pictures.) There’s nothing in this chapter that won’t be revealed later, so you may skip it if you prefer to avoid that sort of thing.

The elf held her hand, gently at first.

The elf held her hand, gently at first, and led her along paths she could not see. No matter how steep the bank—no matter how impenetrable the thicket—just as they reached the point where she was certain they would have to turn back, the way would appear.

He led her quickly, down below the castle and then through the foothills towards the south. The elf’s cave was high on the mountainside to the northeast. Catan had pointed this out to her companion early on, but he had told her the blind elf had fallen far from home.

The heavy train of Catan's wool cloak billowed and clapped like a flag in her own wind.

The heavy train of Catan’s wool cloak billowed and clapped like a flag in her own wind. She would be late for supper again. She was already late, but still she ran. Every second that passed would only compound her cousin’s anger. She could do no right in his eyes, which meant that whenever he did not have her beneath them, he was certain she was doing wrong.

“Cat!”

'Chicken on a Tuesday! Isn't that fine!'

The last words of Dunstan’s prayer had scarcely faded when Anna looked at her plate and declared, “Chicken on a Tuesday! Isn’t that fine!”

Dunstan saw the corners of Britamund’s mouth turn up, but her eyes were engaged in a careful observation of her own plate of chicken.

Lar stood silently for a moment with his hands on his hips and his head high.

Lar stood silently for a moment with his hands on his hips and his head high. He was tall for an elf, and remarkably so among his own ill-fed, over-worked people. They all looked up to him, figuratively and literally.

Only his eyes were inclined as he looked down his crooked nose at the elf Dre.

'Good afternoon, ladies and gentleman.'

“Good afternoon, ladies and gentleman,” Gwynn’s father called, but softly.

Lady Lili pressed her hands against the strings of her harp to quiet their last notes. “Good afternoon, gentleman and lady,” she giggled.

Catan heard the door open and her sister come back into to the bedroom.

“Did you forget something?” she mumbled in Gaelic, scarcely loud enough for Flann to hear.

Catan laughed hesitantly.

“Friend!” Catan laughed nervously. “You don’t need a—”

“Who are you?” The elf’s voice was steel-cold. He let the sword hang low, but his body was straight and alert, and threatening enough on its own.

The door at the end of the gallery swung open.

The door at the end of the gallery swung open just as Catan’s hand left the handle of the door to her room. For an instant, she stopped where she stood, but she saw that with such long legs Leofric was only a few paces away.

She swerved and headed towards the low wall above the hall, but there was no one below. She was alone with him.

To this blind elf the moon was dead.

The moon’s light is cold. To this blind elf the moon was dead. He only knew what day it was once per moon, and it was when the moon was dead indeed: on the nights of the new moon, he could no longer hear the distant voices of the elves.

They were only kisór, and they and their senseless singing meant nothing to him. But when he could not hear them, he had for the space of one night a taste of what the future of his race would be. The day would come when there would be no more elves in the world. The earth would be abandoned to men, who loved her so poorly, and they, he was certain, would destroy her in the end.

'If I didn't know you better, I would think you were looking sheepish.'

Myrddin had the wrinkled, sun-spotted skin of an old man, but his fingers were straight and strong. He folded them neatly together and clucked his tongue.

“If I didn’t know you better, I would think you were looking sheepish.”

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“And why should I mourn this night more than the last? I have lost nothing that was mine.”

‒ Alred, upon learning that Peleia is not his daughter, “Sigefrith wields the sword”

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