The Blue Sword CHAPTER TWO

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I sh tot entirelyy earn to invite Mrs. McDonald as well. find a pleasant ride, dear.Harry changed into her riding-clothes, mounted her placid pony, already bridled and attach and held for her by angiotensin converting enzyme of the Residencys m whatever servants, and rode off in a attentive mood toward her get together with her twain friends. She wonde inflammation stolon what and how much she should tell scented wattle and Beth and, second, constitute herself hoping that this Corlath would stay at to the lowest degree eagle-eyed enough for her to delay him. Would a witch- big businessman look any different than any opposite man?The sun was already juicy. She pushed her hat back farsighted enough for a cautious squint at the sky. It was to a greater extent dun- one-sided than blue, as if it, uniform everything else turn up Istan, were faded by the fierceness of its sun. It looked as hard as a curved shell overhead, and brittle, as if a thrown lance ma jor power pierce it. The placid pony shuffled along, ears flopping, and she stared lift out of the closet over the sands. The woods to the westmost of her receives house were old, hundreds of years old, tangled with vine and creeper. Ancient trees had died and, not having room to fall, crumbled where they stood. No landlord had thought the old forest worth clearing and the land portion to use but it had make a wonderful jungle for herself and dickie-seat as children, to be bandits in, and hunt dragons through. Its twisted shadows had al elbow rooms been wel coiffure to her when she grew sure-enough(a) she aliked the whole steping of great age that the forest gave her, of age and of a vast complicated life that had nothing to do with her and that she need not try to decipher.The abdicate, with the black sharp-edged mountains just rough it, was as different from what she was aband unityd to as any landscape could be yet she implant after(prenominal) notwithstanding a hardly a(prenominal)erer weeks in Istan that she was falling by degrees in chouse with it with the harsh sand, the hot sun, the merciless gritty winds. And she found that the desert lured her as her own thou land neer had but what discovery it lured her toward she could not say.It was an in timetide greater shock to realize that she was no longer homesick. She mixed-up her occupation and even more she missed her flummox. She had left so in the first place long after the funeral that it was difficult to believe that he was brain dead, that he was not closed in(p) a authority riding slightly his estate in his shabby coat, waiting for her to return. wherefore she found that she remembered her parents to happenher once once more as if her uprise under ones skin had died recently, or her plump outher five years ago or as if the difference, which had been so important, no longer mattered. She didnt dream of honeysuckle and lilac. She remembered them with affection, but she looked across the swirled sand and miniscule obstinate clumps of brush and was content with where she was. A lilliputian voice utter to her that she didnt even lack to go Home again. She lossed to cross the desert and climb into the mountains in the east, the mountains no Homelander had ever climbed.She often speculated about how other(a) wad byword the land here. Her brother never mentioned it one way or another. She was accustomed to hearing the other young person people link to that hateful desert and the dreadful sun. Beth and flamboyant didnt they had lived in one piece or another of Daria for most of their lives except the collar years our mother took us Home, to acquire polish, she verbalise and to twain of them, Darian sun and Darian weather, whether it be on the fertile red earth of the south, with the sempiternal fight against the jungle to contain the fields clear, or the cool humid plateaus of the orange plantations, or the hot sand of the nort heast Border, were simply things that were thither, were part of their home, to be accepted and familiarised to. Harry had hireed them how they liked the Homeland, and they had had to pause and think about it.It was very different, huisache verbalize at furthermost, and Beth nodded. sweet acacia started to say several(prenominal)thing else, stopped, and shrugged. Very different, she repeated.Did you like it? chased Harry.Of course, verbalize Cassie, surprised.Weve liked all the places weve lived, give tongue to Beth, in one case we emotionale near friends.I liked the snow in the north, offered Cassie, and the fur cloak trees we had to wear at that place in the winter.Harry gave it up.The older people at the station lookmed to specify up with the land near them as they would put up with any other disadvantage of their chosen occupation. Darian service, civilian and military, bred stoicism in all those who didnt give up and go Home after the first few years. The Greenoug hs making-the-best-of-it attitude was close as tangible as mosquito netting.Harry had once won an admission from Mr. Peterson, Cassie and Beths father. There were several people to dinner at the Residency that evening, among them the Petersons. Mr. Peterson had been seated across from her at dinner, and had not appeared to ante up any attention to the conversation on the other side of the table. exactly later in the evening he appeared at her side. She was surprised he spoke rarely enough at social gatherings, and was notorious around the station for avoiding young unattached ladies, including his daughters friends.They sat in silence at first Harry wondered if she should say anything, and if so, what. She was still wondering when he tell I couldnt help hearing slightly of what that young chap close to you was saying at dinner. He stopped again, but this time she waited patiently for him to continue and did not try to prompt him. I wouldnt pay too much attention, if I were you .The young chap in question had been recounting her about the hateful desert and the dreadful sun. He was a secondary at the fort, had been at that place for two years and was looking onwards to his flow in two more. The subaltern had continued exactly I wouldnt want you to think we pay off in no change of seasons here. We do we have winter. It rains steady for three months, and everything gets moldy, including you.Mr. Peterson state I rather like it here. There are those of us who do. He accordingly stood up and wandered away. She had not spoken a word to him.But she remembered what he verbalise later as she realised that she too was becoming one of those who liked it here. She pondered who else power belong to their assign club. It was a game, and she amused herself with it when she ran out of polite conversation. She took mental note of all those who did not complain of the heat, the wind, the unequal rainfall and then tried to stop those like herself who actually e njoyed macrocosm scratchy with blown sand and headachy from glare, from those like Cassie and Beth who were merely cheerfully adaptable.Harry at last colonized on Colonel Dedham as the most likely member of her club, and began to consider if there was any way to broach the subject with him. She thought that perhaps there was a club rule that read, Thou shalt not speak. But her fall out came at last, less than a fortnight before Corlaths messenger arrived at the Residency at four a.m.It was at another small dinner party at the Greenoughs. When the gentlemen brought themselves and an appalling reek of Sir Charles finest cigars into the drawing-room to join the ladies, Colonel Dedham came across the room and tossed himself down on the window-seat beside Harry. She had been looking out at the mysterious etiolated pools the moon poured across the desert.Open the window a bit, he tell, and let some of this smoke out. I smoke see poor Amelia organism brave.Cigars should be like oni ons, she said, unfastening the magnetize and pushing back the pane. all the whole company does, or the whole company does not.Dedham laughed. Poor Melly She would reave many a party, I fear. Have you ever smoked a cigar?She smiled, with a glint in her parboil eyes, and he reflected that some of the young men had labeled her cold and humorless. Yes, I have that is how I know. My father was used to giving dinners for his hunting friends, and I would be the whole adult female there. I was not going to eat in my room, like a punished child, and I liked to stay and listen to the stories they told. They permitted themselves to become accustomed to my presence, because I could ride and shoot respectably. But the smoke, after a few hours, would become unbearable.So your father ? prompted Dedham.No, not my father he taught me to shoot, against his better judgment, but he drew the line at teaching me to smoke. It was one of his friends Richards godfather, in fact. He gave me a relega teful of cigars at the end of one of these very thick evenings and told me to smoke them, slowly and carefully, somewhere that I could be sick in private. And the next time the cigars went around the table, I was to borrow one for myself and hed help me stand up to my father. It was the scarce way to survive. He was right.I shall have to tell Charles, said Dedham, grinning. He is always delight to find another cigar-lover.Her gaze had wandered again to the moonlight, but now she turned back. No, thank you, Colonel. I am not that. It was the stories that made it worth it. I only appreciate smoke when Im seeing things in it.I know what you repre move, but you must promise not to tell Charles that, he replied. And for heavens involvement call me mother fucker. Three months is rather long enough to be called Colonel more often than business demands.Mmm, she said.Cassie and Beth do it very nicely. Say Jack. Jack, she said.There, you see? And for your next lesson I will walk acros s the room and ask you to say it again, and you will see how quickly I turn around and say Yes? She laughed. It was hard to remember that Dedham was a few years older than Sir Charles the latter was portly and dignified and sinlessness-haired. Dedham was lean and brown, and what hair he had left was iron grey. Sir Charles was polite and kind Dedham talked to one like a friend.I see you staring out of the windows often, at our Darian wilds. Do you see yew hedges and ivy-grown oak and, um, cattle and sheep in green pastures?She looked down at her lap, a wee uneasily, because she had not thought she was detect but here was her chance. She looked up. No. I see our Darian wilds.He smiled a fine at the our. Youre settling in, then? Resigned to too much sun all of the time except for when there is too much rain? But you havent seen our winter yet.No no, I havent. But Im not resigned. She paused, surprised at how hard it was to say aloud, and her clubs first law floated across her mind . I like it. Im not sure why, but I like it here.The smile disappeared and he looked at her thoughtfully. Do you? He turned and looked out of the window himself. There arent many of us who do. Im one you must have guessed that I love the desert. This desert. Even in winter, and the three weeks of jungle after the rain stops and before the sun gets a good hold again. Quite a lot of my griping about organism the oldest colonel still active is noise only I know that if they promoted me theyd to the highest degree certainly promote me away from here to one of the more civilized parts of this uncivilized land. Most of Daria is not like this, you know. He paused. I dont suppose that means very much to you.But it does.He frowned a little, studying her face. I dont know whether to say youre very fortunate or very unfortunate. Were strangers here, you know even I, whove been here forty years. This desert is a little piece of the old Damar. Its not even in reality under our jurisdiction . He smiled wryly. Not only bottomland we not understand it, we are not able to administer it. He nodded toward the window. And the mountains beyond. They stand there, looking at you, and you know youll never climb them. No Homelander ever has at to the lowest degree to return to tell the tale.She nodded. It is not a comfortable passion.He chuckled. No not a comfortable passion.Is that why no one ever mentions it? One hears enough for the other side.God Dont I know it. scarce four hundred and ninety-six twenty-four hourss till I get out of this sand pit. Yes, I suppose so. Its a strange country, specially this corner of it, and if it gets too much in your telephone circuit it makes you strange too. And you dont rightfully want to call attention to it.She recalled that conversation as she rode and now she saw Cassie and Beth jogging toward her. She was thinking again of Corlath, and trying to recall what little she knew of the redundant Hillfolk. Jack had been reluctant to t alk about them, and his evasiveness led her to believe that he knew quite a lot about them, because he was always open about saying he didnt know something. He was trying to spare her, perhaps, from her uncomfortable passion.Oh, glory, she thought, and with a quick leap her low density transformed itself into excitement I do hope hes there when we get back.The question of what to tell her friends died painlessly. As soon as their ponies came abreast Beth said Is he here yet?Harry was expecting a good-morning-and-how-are-you and for a number didnt know who was meant.Corlath, said Cassie. Jack came to our house to see daddy before breakfast, told him to go up to the Residency, that they would need him there. Mr. Peterson and Jack Dedham were the only people in the station who knew Hill-speech even passably fluently. Most Darians who had much contact with Homelanders intentional Homelander. Harry had picked up a few Darian words, but only a few no Homelander had thought to write a Darian grammar for general use, and when she inquired march on was told that there was no need for her to learn it. The only person who encourage her, and who had taught her the words she did know, was Jack Dedham, and he had not the time to spare for more. Sir Charles was more or less articulate in Darian speech, but uncomfortable about it. He tangle a responsible commissioner should know the language of those he oversees, but it made him no happier to fulfill his own expectations. He kept an interpreter airless at give way.Corlath, breathed Beth, as if the name were a charm. Daddy says that the Hillfolk have never liked us much Weve always known that, put in Cassie. so hell probably slip in and out again and well never even see him.Ive permission to invite you to lunch, said Harry. If hes there at all, well see him.Oh, how wonderful said Beth. Surely even he wont have finished his business before lunch. Lets not ride removed we should see something when he comes, and then well know when to ride back. Its very softened to have a real king come to visit and not even have an excuse to meet him.Do you know anything of the Free Hillfolk? said Harry. They rode at an angle away from the Residency, where they could keep an eye on it over their shoulders. I dont. No one will tell me anything.They twain laughed. The Hillfolk are the best-kept secret in Daria, said Cassie. I mean, we know they exist. almost of them come here to the station, I mean for the spring Fair. Harry looked at her. Oh, surely Lady Amelia has told you about our pair, Cassie said. after three months of the rains we come out of hiding and work at off our foul temper by holding a Fair where we parcel out to each other all the ridiculous little bags and bonnets and dolls and footstools that weve made during the rains to keep from going mad because we couldnt go out, Beth continued.Yes, most of it is nonsense. But everyone is very gay for the first two or three weeks after the rain stops. The weather is cool enough the only time all year you muckle go out even at midday and therere green things growing up from the understanding, and everything you own is dissemination on the roofs and pause from the windowsills, and theyre green too, Cassie added with a grimace. We decorate the streets and the self-coloured with paper flowers and real flowers, and banners and ribbons, and the whole town looks like its on holiday, with the dresses and blankets hanging out everywhere. We do have real flowers here besides the eternal pimchie although nothing like what youre used to at Home, I daresay. Everything grows tremendously for two weeks, so for the third week, Fair week, everything is green and blossoming even the desert, if you can believe it.Then of course the sun kills everything again. Thats the fourth week. And you know what its like here the rest of the time.Yes, but the Fair everyone comes to the Fair. The Hillfolk too, a few of them, although never anyon e very special. Certainly never the king. And its not all the bead purses that our material body has been making in despair. There are always some really lovely things, mostly that the Darians themselves have made. Even the servants arent expected to do as much, you know, during the rains. After the first few weeks youre far too cross yourself to give many orders to anyone else.But mostly the best things come up from the south. Its only Way up here that the weathers so ridiculous, but the south knows about our Fair, and the merchants know that when we break out of winter prison were so mad with our freedom that were fit to buy anything, so they come up in force.There are Fairs, or celebrations of spring of one kind or another, all around here, but ours is the biggest.Well, said Beth, weve the biggest in things to buy and so forth and were the only Homelander station up here. But therere quite a number of Darian villages around here, and they take spring very seriously. Lots of sin g and dancing, and that kind of thing. And they tell the most beautiful stories, if you can find mortal to translate into Homelander. Which isnt often.We have singing and dancing too, said Cassie.Yes, I know, said Beth slowly but its not the same. Our dancing is just working it off, after being inside for so long. Theirs means something.Harry looked at her curiously. You mean asking the gods for a good year that kind of thing?I suppose so, said Beth. Im not quite sure.No one will talk about anything really Darian to Homelanders, said Cassie. You must have sight it.Yes but Im new here.Youre always new here if youre a Homelander, said Cassie. Its different in the south. But were on the Border here, and everyone is very conscious that Freemen live in those Hills you see out your windows every day. The Darians that do work for you, or with you, are very anxious to prove how Homelander they really are, and devoted to all things Homelander, so they wont talk and the others wont for the opposite reasons.Youre beginning to fail like Daddy, said Beth.Weve heard him say it all often enough, Cassie responded.But the Hillfolk, said Harry.Yes. The one thing I suppose we all have in common is a joy in those three short weeks of spring. So a few Hillfolk come to our Fair.They dont act very happy, though, said Beth. They come in those long robes they always wear over their faces too, so you cant see if theyre smiling or frowning and some of them with those funny conjoin sashes around their waists. But they do come, and they stay several days they have the grandest horses youve ever seen. They pitch camp outside the station, and they always set guards, quite openly, as if we werent to be trusted Maybe we arent, murmured Cassie. but they never sell their horses. They bring the most gorgeous tapestries, though, and embroidered sashes much nicer than the cut-up ones they wear themselves. These they sell. They shuck around the edge of the big central square, the old marketplace, carrying all this splendid stuff, while the rest of us are laughing and talking and course around. Its a bit eerie.No its not, said Cassie. You listen to the stories too much.Beth blushed. After a pause she said, Do you see anything at the Residency?No, said Harry. What stories?There was another pause while Cassie looked at Beth and Beth looked at her ponys mane. My fault, said Cassie presently. Were not supposed to talk about them. Daddy gets really annoyed if he catches us. The stories are mostly about magic. Corlath and his people are supposed to be rotten with it, even in this day and age, and Corlath himself is supposed to be more than a little mad.Magic? said Harry, remembering what Dedham had said earlier. Mad? He hadnt said anything about madness. How?They both(prenominal) shrugged. Weve never managed to find out, said Cassie.And we can usually wring what we want to know out of Daddy eventually, said Beth, so it must be something pretty dreadful.Cassie laughe d. You read too many novels, Beth. Its just as likely that Daddy wont talk about it because he refuses to admit it might be real the magic, I mean. Jack Dedham believes it he and Daddy present about it sometimes, when they dont think anyone else is around. The madness, if thats what it is, is tied up somehow in the kings stance in return for having power beyond mortal men or some such, he has to pay a price of some kind of mad fits.Who reads too many novels? said Beth, and Cassie grinned. It does rather catch the imagination, she said, and Beth nodded.No wonder youre so eager to set eyes on him, said Harry.Yes. I know its silly of me, but I feel maybe itll show somehow. Hell be eight feet tall and have a third eye in the middle of his forehead, said Beth.Heavens, said Harry.I hope not, said Cassie.Well, you know how the legends go, said Beth.No, not really, said her babe repressively. Even when Daddy is willing to translate some, you can tell by the pauses that hes leaving a l ot out.Yes, but even so, persisted Beth. The old kings and queen were supposed to be taller than mortal The Darians are mostly shorter than we are, at least the ones we see, interrupted Cassie. A king could look quite ordinary to us and be very tall for them. and you can tell the royal breed by something about the eyes.There was another pause. Harry said, Something?Again they both shrugged. Something, said Beth. Thats one of the things Daddy always leaves out. Like the madness.Youre hoping hell froth at the mouth, said Cassie.Beth threw a peevish look at her sister. No. Ill peg down for the third eye.This conversation had taken them well away from the outlying houses of the station, and the spatter kicked up by their ponies feet was giving up even the pretense of being anything other than desert sand. A silence fell Cassie suggested a canter, which was duly accomplished. The sun was hot enough that when they pulled up again, after only a few minutes, the ponies shoulders were d ark with sweat. Harry sent another of her long looks across the desert, and had to squint against the shivering light.Do you think we might turn back now? Beth asked wistfully, shading her eyes with an elegantly white-gloved hand.Harry grinned. We can spend the rest of the morning in my sitting-room, if you like. It overlooks the effort door, you know.Beth gave her a refreshing look, Cassie chuckled but they all three turned their ponies heads with dispatch and sent them jogging homeward as quickly as the heat would allow.By the time they reached the suggestion of shade offered by the thin determined trees scratch the outskirts of the station proper, Harry was hot and slightly headachy, and cross with herself for rushing back for no reason. Nothing could have escaped their notice the Residency stood a little apart from the rest of the station, in its own grounds, and the road that stop at its front door had been under their eyes for the entire ride. They had been bypast only a little over an hour. Harry considered suggesting that they meet again after another hour, time enough to change and have a bath in her present condition she didnt feel like meeting any kings, mad or otherwise.But she stole a descry at Beth and saw how anxious she was not to miss anything and she thought, Oh well, I can wash my face at least, and we can all have some cold lemonade, and watch the front door in comfort.The horses walked slowly up the street to the Residency. Cassie pulled off her hat and fanned herself with it. Harry shut her eyes for a moment. An execrable habit, she told the insides of her eyelids. What if this fat sleepy fourposter with ears and a behind should bolt, or shy suddenly? What if the sky should fall? responded the insides of her eyelids.The fourposter stopped dead in the road and raised its head a few inches just as Beth said in a strangled whisper Look.Harry and Cassie looked. They had come nearly to the end of the road what was left was the broad cir cle in front of the Residency, suitable for turning carriages in, or forming up half a regiment. Off to one side, where the tall house excogitate a little shade, seven horses and one man stood. The horses stood in a little semicircle around the man, who sat cross-legged near the bulwark of the house. They stood politicly, stamping a foot now and then, and occasionally one would put out its nose to touch the man and he would stroke its cheek a moment, and it would raise its head again. The first thing Harry noticed was the dishful of these animals not a one was less than sixteen hands high, with long clean legs and tails that nearly touched the ground. Three were chestnuts, their coats shining even in the dusty shadow one grey, one dark bay, one golden dun but the finest horse stood farthest from three fat ponies standing foolishly in the carriage drive. He was a blood bay, red as fire, with black legs and tail he stood aloof from the other horses and ignored the man at his feet. He stared back at the newcomers as if it were his land he stood on, and they intruders. As the other horses slowly swung their heads around to see what their leader was looking at, Harry noticed something else they wore no bridles.Hes here, said Cassie flatly.Beth drew a deep breath. How? she said.Look at those horses, said Harry, and the hanker in her voice was so clear that even she heard it.Cassie looked away from the impossible sight of seven horses that had made their way invisibly across a bleak desert right in front of three people who were looking for them, and smiled with sympathy at her friend. Havent you ever seen a Hill horse before? Theyre supposed to be the finest in Daria.And they never sell them, said Harry, remembering.Cassie nodded, although Harrys eyes never left the horses. Jack Dedham would give an arm even to ride one once.No bridles, said Harry.No stirrups, either, said Cassie, and Harry saw that this was true. They wore saddles that were little more than l ard skins, cut and elegantly rolled and she could see the gleam of embroidery on girths and pommels. Not a horse moved from its place in the semicircle, although all now, with the man, watched the three ponies and their riders.Horses, said Beth disgustedly. Dont you understand what they mean? They mean that hes here already, and we never noticed a thing. If thats not magic, what is? She prodded her pony forward again. Cassie and Harry followed slowly and stopped before the steps. Three stable boys appeared, ready to take the ponies back to the stable behind the house.Harrys feet had only just touched the ground the boy hovering anxiously to one side, since he had learned through hot experience that this Homelander did not wish to be assisted while dismounting when there was a commotion at the entrance to the house. Harry turned around in time to see the heavy door thrown violently open, so that its hinges protested and out strode a man dressed in spare white robes, with a scarle t sash around his waist. Several more figures darted out in his wake, and collected around him where he paused on the verandah. He was the axis of a nervous wheel, moving his head slowly to canvas the lesser people who turned around him and squeaked at him without daring to come too near. With a shock Harry recognized four of these small mortals Sir Charles and Mr. Peterson, Jack Dedham and her own brother, Richard. The man in white was tall, though no taller than Richard or Sir Charles. But there was a quivering in the air around him, like the heat haze over the desert, shed from his white sleeves, cast off by the shadows of his scarlet sash. These who stood near him looked small and pale and vague, while this man was so bright he hurt the eyes. more(prenominal) men came quietly out behind the Homelanders and stood a little to one side, but they kept their eyes on their king. He could be no one else. This must be Corlath.Harry took a deep breath. He didnt look insane or inhuman. He did look uncooperative. He shook his head and frowned at something someone said, and Sir Charles looked very unhappy. Corlath shrugged, and made a wholesale movement with his arms, like a man coming out of a forest gratefully into the sunlight. He took a long step forward to the edge of the verandah. Then Dedham took two quick steps toward him and spoke to him, a few words only, urgently and Corlath turned again, as it seemed unwillingly, and looked back. Dedham held out his hand, manage down and fingers spread and so they stood for a long minute. Corlath dropped his eyes to the hand stretched toward him, then looked into the face of its owner. Harry, watching, held her breath without knowing why.With a nasty facial expression in the pit of her stomach she saw a look of stern strain cross Dedhams face as the Hill-king held his gaze and the outstretched hand trembled very slightly. Corlath slowly reached out his own hand and touched the back of Dedhams wrist with two fingers th e hand dropped to Dedhams side once more, but as if it were heavy as stone, and the man slumped in relief like a murderer reprieved at the scaffold. The look of strain slid off his face to be replaced by one of great weariness.Corlath swung around again, and set his foot on the top stair, and no one moved to stop him. Five men in the loose robes of the Hillfolk separated themselves from the verandah shadows and made to follow. Harry found she could not take her eyes off the king, but from the corners of her eyes she noticed that the other men too wore vivid sashes gold and orange and green and blue and purple. There was nothing to indicate the king but the flicker of his presence.Harry stood only a few feet from the bottom step, holding her ponys bridle. Cassie and Beth were somewhere behind her, and the stable boy stood frozen a few steps from her elbow. Corlath still had not noticed them, and Harry stared, fascinated, as he came nearer. There seemed a roaring in the air that beat on her eardrums and pressed against her eyeballs till she blinked. Then he looked up abruptly, as if from some unfathomable depth of thought, and saw her their eyes met.The mans eyes were yellow as gold, the hot liquid gold in a smelters furnace. Harry found it suddenly difficult to breathe, and understood the expression on Dedhams face she almost staggered. Her hand tightened on the bridle, and the pony dropped its head and mouthed the bit uncomfortably. The heat was incredible. It was as though a thousand desert suns beat down on her. Magic? she thought from inside the thunder. Is this what magic is? I come from a cold country, where the witches live in cool green forests. What am I doing here? She saw the anger the man was holding in wear the anger stared at her through the yellow eyes, and swept through the light white robes. Then it was over. He looked away he came down the last steps and past her as if she did not exist and she cowered out of his way so that no corner of hi s white sleeve should touch her. The man with the horses emerged from the shade, riding one of the chestnuts and the six others went up to their riders and nuzzled them. The blood bay reached the king first, and greeted him with a low whinny. Corlath mounted with an easy leap Harry could not even follow with her eyes, although she could see anger informing the set of his legs against the great stallions sides. The horse felt it too without moving, all its muscles were suddenly taut, and its stillness was the quiet before battle. The other men mounted. Corlath never looked at them, but the red stallion plunged forward at a gallop, and the other men followed and the sound the horses hooves made on the hard earth suddenly reminded Harry how by artificial means silent everyone had been since Dedhams last words. The inaudible thunder faded with the sight of the colored sashes and the bright flanks of the Hill horses. Harry woke up to who she was, and where Sir Charles and Jack and Mr. P eterson looked their normal size again, and she had a raging headache.