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s safe。〃 She moved to stand in front of him as he lifted the other saddle。 〃Morgon。〃
〃It's all right；〃 he said soothingly； trying to believe it。 〃I'll think of something。〃
She did not speak to him for hours。 They rode quickly through the early morning； until the easier pace of the traffic made them conspicuous。 The road seemed full of animals： sheep； pigs； young white bullocks being driven from isolated farms to Caithnard。 They blocked traffic and made the horses skittish。 Traders' carts were irritatingly slow； farmers' wagons full of turnips and cabbages careened at a slow； drunken pace in front of them at odd moments。 The noon heat pounded the road into a dry powder that they breathed and swallowed。 The noise and smell of animals seemed inescapable。 Raederle's hair； limp with dust and sweat； kept sliding down； clinging to her face。 She stopped her horse once； stuck her hat between her teeth； wound her hair into a knot in the plain view of an old woman driving a pig to market； and jammed her hat back on her head。 Morgon； looking at her； checked a ment。 Her silence began to wear at him subtly； like the heat and the constant interruptions of their pace。 He searched back； wondering if he had been wrong； wondering if she wanted him to speak or keep quiet； wondering if she regretted ever setting foot out of Anuin。 He envisioned the journey without her； he would have been halfway across Ymris； taking a crow's path to Lungold； a silent night flight across the backlands to a strange city； to face Ghisteslwchlohm again。 Her silence began to build stone by stone around his memories； forming a night smelling of limestone； broken only by the faint； faroff trickle of water running away from him。
He blinked away the darkness； saw the world again； dust and bedraggled green； sun thumping rhythmically off brass kettles on a peddlar's cart。 He wiped sweat off his face。 Raederle chipped at the wall of her own silence stiffly。
〃What did I do wrong？ I was just listening to you。〃
He said wearily； 〃You said yes with your voice and no with your mind。 Your mind does the work。〃
She was silent again； frowning at him。 〃What's wrong？〃
〃Nothing。〃
〃You're sorry I came with you。〃
He wrenched at his reins。 〃Will you stop？ You're twisting my heart。 It's you who are sorry。〃
She stopped her own horse； he saw the sudden despair in her face。 They looked at one another； bewildered； frustrated。 A mule brayed behind them； and they were riding again； suddenly； in the familiar； sweltering silence； with no way out of it； seemingly； like a tower without a door。
Then Morgon stopped both their horses abruptly； led them off the road to drink。 The noise dwindled； the air was clear and gentle with bird calls。 He knelt at the river's edge and drank of the cold； swift water； then splashed it over his face and hair。 Raederle stood beside him； her reflection stiff even in the rippling water。 He sank back on his heels； gazing at its blurred lines and colors。 He turned his head slowly； looked up at her face。
How long he gazed at her； he did not know； only that her face suddenly shook； and she knelt beside nun； holding him。 〃How can you look at me like that？〃
〃I was just remembering；〃 he said。 Her hat fell off； he stroked her hair。 〃I thought about you so often in the past two years。 Now all I have to do is turn my head to find you beside me。 It still surprises me sometimes； like a piece of wizardry I'm not used to doing。〃
〃Morgon； what are we going to do？ I'm afraid。 I'm so afraid of that power I have。〃
〃Trust yourself。〃
〃I can't。 You saw what I did with it at Anuin。 I was hardly even myself； then； I was the shadow of another heritage： one that is trying to destroy you。〃
He gathered her tightly。 〃You touched me into shape；〃 he whispered。 He held her quietly a long time。
Then he said tentatively； 〃Can you stand it if I tell you a riddle？〃
Shet shifted to look at him； smiling a little。 〃Maybe。〃
〃There was a woman of Heron； a hill woman named Arya； who collected animals。 One day she found a tiny black beast she couldn't name。 She brought it into her house； fed it； cared for it。 And it grew。 And it grew。 Until all her other animals fled from the house； and it lived alone with her； dark； enormous； nameless； stalking her from room to room while she lived in terror； unfree； not knowing what to do with it； not daring to challenge it。。。〃
Her hand lifted； came down over his mouth。 She dropped her head against him； he felt her heartbeat。 She whispered finally； 〃All right。 What did she do？〃
〃What will you do？〃
He listened for her answer； but if she gave him one； the river carried it away before he heard it。
The road was quieter when they returned to it。 Late shadows striped it； the sun was hovering in the grip of oak boughs。 The dust had settled； most of the carts were well ahead of them。 Morgon felt a touch of uneasiness at their isolation。 He said nothing to Raederle； but he was relieved when； an hour later； they caught up with most of the traders。 Their carts and horses were outside of an inn； an ancient building big as a barn； with stables and a smithy attached to it。 From the sound of the laughter rumbling from it； it was well…stocked and its business was good。 Morgon led the horses to the trough outside the stable。 He longed for beer； but he was wary of showing himself in the inn。 The shadows faded on the road as they went back to it； dusk hung like a wraith ahead of them。
They rode into it。 The birds stilled； their horses made the only noise on the empty road。 A couple of times； Morgon passed gatherings of horse traders camped around vast fires； their livestock penned and guarded for the night。 He might have been safe in their vicinity； but he was seized by a sudden reluctance to stop。 The voices faded behind them； they pushed deeper into the twilight。 Raederle was uneasy； he sensed； but he could not stop。 She reached across； touched him finally； and he looked at her。 Her face was turned back toward the road behind them； and he reined sharply。
A group of horsemen a mile or so behind them dipped down into a hollow of road。 The twilight blurred them as they appeared again； riding no more quickly than the late hour justified。 Morgon watched diem for a moment； his lips parted。 He shook his head wordlessly； answering a question in Raederle's mind。
〃I don't know。。。〃 He turned his horse abruptly off the road into the trees。
They followed the river until it was almost too dark to see。 Then they made a camp without a fire； eating bread and dried meat for supper。 The river was deep and slow where they stopped； barely murmuring。 Morgon could hear clearly through the night； the horsemen never passed them。 His thoughts drifted back to the silent figure he had seen among the trees； to the mysterious shout that had e so aptly out of nowhere。 He drew his sword then； soundlessly。
Raederle said； 〃Morgon； you were awake most of last night。 I'll watch。〃
〃I'm used to it；〃 he said。 But he gave her the sword and stretched out on a blanket。 He did not sleep； he lay listening； watching patterns of stars slowly shift across the night。 He heard again the faint； hesitant harping ing out of the blackness like a mockery of his memories。
He sat up incredulously。 He could see no campfires among the trees； he heard no voices； only the awkward harping。 The strings were finely tuned； the harp gave a gentle； mellow tone； but the harpist tripped continually over his notes。 Morgon linked his fingers over his eyes。
〃Who in Hel's name。。。〃 He rolled to his feet abruptly。
Raederle said softly； 〃Morgon； there are other harpists in the world。〃
〃He's playing in the dark。〃
〃How do you know it's a man？ Maybe it's a woman； or a young boy with his first harp； travelling alone to Lungold。 If you want to destroy all the harps in the world； you'd better start with the one at your back； because that's the one that will never give you peace。〃 He did not answer。 She added equivocally to his silence； 〃Can you bear it if I tell you a riddle？〃
He turned； found the dim； moon…struck lines of her； the blade glittering faintly in her hands。 〃No；〃 he said。 He sat down beside her after a while； his mind worn from straining for the notes of a familiar Ymris ballad the harpist kept missing。 〃I wish；〃 he muttered savagely； 〃I could be haunted by a better harpist。〃 He took the sword from her。 〃I'll watch。〃
〃Don't leave me；〃 she pleaded； reading his mind。 He sighed。
〃All right。〃 He angled the sword on his knees； stared down at it while the high moon tempered it to cold fire； until at last the harping stopped and he could think again。
VI
THE NEXT NIGHT； AND THE NEXT； AND THE NEXT； Morgon heard the harping。 It came at odd hours of the night； usually when he sat awake listening。 He heard it at the far edges of his awareness； Raederle slept undisturbed by it。 Sometimes he heard it in his dreams and it woke him； numb and sweating； blinking out of a dream of darkness into darkness； both haunted by the same inesca