by the faraway western sea. Green-clad Lysse had watched them from her window as she gave her baby his first milk.
âI have forgotten nothing,â Hal told her sharply.
âSo he is fated to travel ways far and solitary and strange to us,â she said, ignoring the tone. âHe will leave the motherhood of earth, at least for a while; sea and sky will claim him. But I hope not yet. He dreams because he is young, and he shrinks from the grief that drapes his life these days. Alan is of no help to him. He is so fogged with bitterness that he scarcely sees beyond his own pain.â
âI cannot help him,â Hal whispered.
âI know it.â Lysse spoke with mindful understanding.
âBut the lad,â Hal continued. âHe flees from more than sorrow, I think.â
âYou think he flees? From Gwern?â
âAh, the wyrd,â Hal murmured. âThere is a portent for you, of great weight. I tell you, Trevyn will be more important than any of us, more than King, more than Very King. Of all the Kings of Isle and Welas, I know of none that have had a wyrd.â
âWhy, what is a wyrd?â Lysse asked curiously.
âMore than comrade, more than brother or blood brother, more than second self. Alan was all of those to me.â¦â Hal floundered. âHow I wish I knew. I can only sense dimly that the wyrd is one who will be sacrificed when the time comes.â Hal closed his eyes. âSuffering and sacrificeâthey are required of any true king. How much more, then, of Trevyn.⦠He will blunder into the teeth of suffering soon.â
âI believe he has already begun. But I donât understand.â Lysse creased her fair brow. âWho will sacrifice Gwern? And why?â
âAene. Or the goddess. For greatness.â He stirred slightly, faced her again. âThere are marvels to come, a quickening, new magic, or old magic made new.⦠There are things I could never do, and they will be done. That mystic sword I found will be thrown in the sea at last; I have seen that. An elfin King must hurl it away, to end the long shadow of Lyrdion on our land. I was never able to do it; âtwas all I could do to touch that weapon once, then walk away.â
Lysse leaned forward with as much excitement as he had ever known her to show. âWhat else?â
âSomething about unicorns, and the shape where two circles meet, the spindle shape. And the seeress ⦠Trevyn mounted on a cat-eyed steed. Virgins and dragons ⦠Do you think it might be a girl heâs running from?â
âIt has occurred to me,â Lysse snapped. âWhat was Trevyn doing on such a peculiar horse?â
âBringing the legends back to Isle, from Elwestrand. To travel to Elwestrand and returnâI could never do that. It has never been done. But he shall do it. Trevyn shall, the young fool. I have seen.â
âMother of mercy,â she murmured, stunned. âYou havenât told him!â
âI am not a half-wit,â he retorted frostily. âWhat is the good of a prophecy told? He must work it out himself, or make a hash of it, as the case may be. Iâve written it down among my things, for some scholar to grub up years hence. Then Trevyn shall have his glory, if glory is due.â
âMother of mercy,â she said again. âUnicorns stand for wholeness.⦠What are the two circles that meet?â
âGold and silver, sun and moon â¦â Halâs voice faded dreamily away. He was tired, and spoke no more, then or in the weeks that followed. He lay in deep stillness. Alan stopped trying to talk him out of his strange trance, though he was full of anger that had no vent. Sometimes he climbed the tower stairs to Halâs door and looked silently in for a while, then turned and went away. He would not sit by his brotherâs side.
Hal faded into brightness. Though he did not eat or move, his body remained
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