Vash thinks like an elf
“I said I wanted to be alone,” Vash growled.
“You didn’t say it to me,” Kiv shrugged.
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A pair of loobies goes flying out to sea
Sir Brede cringed. He recognized that tread, which could not help but be lumbering even when the beast tried to sneak.
It never failed: as soon as he tried to sit and get some work done, his idly restless brother-in-law would come and harass him. The only question now was to which adolescent antic he was about to be subjected.
A pair of geese goes flying northward
It was only the third night that Sir Malcolm had spent in his new house, and the first that he had slept in the bed. The first two nights had been those that immediately followed that nightmarish wedding night, and on those he had slept fitfully on the bench before the fire in the hall. He had told himself that he wanted to be close by in case Iylaine returned and was too weak and tired to do more than scratch at the front door. The truth was that he could not bear to sleep alone in the great bed.
Since then he had spent one sleepless night at Egelric’s castle, waiting for the elves to return with Iylaine, and all the following he had spent either in his old room at the castle of the King, where he could be near to his father and brothers, or at Sir Sigefrith’s manor, where he could see his cousin Malcolm.
Brother Myrddin tells his strange tale
The summons had gone out from the great hall and rippled up to all the inhabitants of the castle who were there assembled on that evening. As was often the case, Malcolm arrived first, and as he always tried to do, he hung back in the shadows. His pretense was that he did not wish to go before the King, but the truth was that he wanted to observe while remaining unobserved.
Father Aelfden hears a strange tale
Though the sun had dropped beneath the height of the hills and was low enough to light the clouds from beneath, its light was strong and golden-bright. From the height of Thorhold one would see that it had not yet set. Father Aelfden had come too early for Vespers. This meant that he could be alone.
He had just come from the home of a young couple he had married shortly before he had left for Rome. Shortly after he had returned he had been called upon to baptize little Aelfden, their first-born son. Two days ago he had attended the child’s death, and only that afternoon he had buried him.
Iylaine meets her father's fear
Egelric felt rather cruel for not telling Iylaine who awaited her in his study, but he wanted to see her first, honest reaction.
He knew now that she had been meeting with elves for years. This treachery hurt him far more than she would ever realize, he thought, because she did not know that his greatest fear had always been that he would lose her to the elves. Now he was inviting his fear into his home and introducing it to his daughter.
Druze finds Vash
The real world seemed more dreamlike than her dreams. It was true that in her dreams she could sometimes walk from her bedroom in her father’s castle directly into the hall at Nothelm, and it was true that Malcolm might transform himself into Dunstan right in the middle of a conversation without even interrupting her sentence, but these things were less absurd than the reality she now lived.
Iylaine had given herself up for dead. She thought perhaps she already was, like Druze, only her body had not yet begun to decompose. Even if it had, she was not certain she would notice it: she had breathed so long the odor of the dead elf that she could scarcely smell death any longer. Perhaps she would not be able to feel it either. For all she knew, she would pass—or had already passed—imperceptibly from life to the living death that was the fate of all elves.
Lili hears a new language
“I’m not hungry,” Malcolm muttered.
“Come and eat, boy,” Egelric said with a gentle firmness. “Lili went to the trouble of warming up a supper for you.”
Vash learns what has been happening here
“Quit whispering at me!” Osh laughed softly. “If you want to talk, I’m standing right here.”
“I’m not whispering at you,” Ris said.
Iylaine follows a monster down
Iylaine sat up slowly. Her body ached as if she had been crushed, and it was cold and sore from lying on cold stone. Worse, her stomach was churning with nausea, and she had a putrid odor in her nose and a taste of bile in her mouth, as if she had vomited.
There was a fire near her, but she dared not turn towards its comfort. She already knew what she would see. It did not breathe nor stir in the slightest; she could not hear its presence at all, but she felt it. Somehow.
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