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Prologue

           Jewelsglitteredinitshilt, andthemoonlightrandowntheshiningsteel. Itwasasplendidweapon, castle-forged,andnew-madefromthelookofit. Willdoubtedithadeverbeenswunginanger. 

           "Thetreespressclosehere,"Willwarned. "Thatswordwilltangleyouup,m’lord.Betteraknife." 

           "IfIneedinstruction,Iwillaskforit,"theyounglordsaid. "Gared,stayhere.Guardthehorses." 

           Gareddismounted. "Weneedafire.I’llseetoit." 

           "Howbigafoolareyou,oldman? Ifthereareenemiesinthiswood,afireisthelastthingwewant." 

           "There’ssomeenemiesafirewillkeepaway,"Garedsaid. "Bearsanddirewolvesand...andotherthings..." 

           SerWaymar’smouthbecameahardline. "Nofire." 

           Gared’shoodshadowedhisface, butWillcouldseethehardglitterinhiseyesashestaredattheknight. Foramoment,hewasafraidtheoldermanwouldgoforhissword. Itwasashort,uglything,itsgripdiscoloredbysweat, itsedgenickedfromharduse, butWillwouldnothavegivenanironbobforthelordling’slife ifGaredpulleditfromitsscabbard. 

           Finally,Garedlookeddown. "Nofire,"hemuttered,lowunderhisbreath. 

           Roycetookitforacquiescenceandturnedaway. "Leadon,"hesaidtoWill. 

           Willthreadedtheirwaythroughathicket,thenstarteduptheslopetothelowridge wherehehadfoundhisvantagepointunderasentineltree. Underthethincrustofsnow,thegroundwasdampandmuddy,slickfooting, withrocksandhiddenrootstotripyouup. Willmadenosoundasheclimbed. 

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