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.She saw when the blanket fell back that she was still wearing the clothes in which she had joined Murat two days ago—could it have been only two days, or was it longer? For a moment the grief of separation threatened to overwhelm her.Karel said: "I am sorry to befuddle you, as you put it, Princess.But you must be allowed a chance to rest." And the wizard made another magical pass or two.The Prince realized that Karel was allowing Kristin to drift up slowly out of her enchanted sleep.But the old magician did not allow the young woman to return all the way to full awareness, holding her rather in a state of soothed tranquility, numbed enough so that her sadness at being separated from her new lord was quiet and gentle; not the violence of rage and hate that, as he had assured Mark, it would otherwise have been.Mark, in whom strong feelings of relief and rage contended each time he looked at Kristin, now had a new idea.Drawing Karel away from the cot for a moment, he whispered to the old wizard that they might try giving his wife Sightblinder to hold, in hopes that she would be enabled that way to perceive the true state of affairs.Karel, after some hesitation, agreed.Mark sent for the Sword of Stealth, which one of his officers was now guarding.While they were waiting for Sightblinder to arrive, Rostov excused himself and left the tent.When the black hilt was at last presented to Kristin, she refused to touch it, withdrawing her hands under the blanket.Mark had reclaimed the Sword Sightblinder, and was about to leave the tent with Karel when, to his surprise and momentary delight, Kristin called him back.She gazed at him, her eyes luminous with the haze of Karel's relaxing magic.But there was urgency in her voice."There is something that I must tell you.""What?" Putting the Sword of Stealth aside again, Mark knelt beside the bed.He reached automatically for Kristin's hand, but she pulled it away from him.Shuddering, the woman on the cot said: "In—in Murat's camp—there is now a demon.And also a man—if you can call him that—who is the demon's master.The Dark King himself.I saw him."Mark and Karel exchanged glances."We know about the demon, and the magician,"said the Prince, trying to make his voice confident and soothing.He paused."Did either of them harm you?"The luminous blue eyes flickered."Harm me? No, they would not have dared do that.My graciousLord Murat has ordered all his followers to honor and serve me.But—for his Page 85ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlsake I must warn you about the demon, and about its keeper.Because I fear that in the end such servants and counselors will destroy him."Mark paused."I will destroy the demon," he said, "if I can.Or I'll send it hurtling to the ends of the earth." Then he patted Kristin's hand gently, touched her hair once, and got to his feet.Then impulsively he started to bend over her, meaning to kiss her on the cheek.But again she shrank away.He straightened up."As for the Crown Prince Murat, I can promise you nothing.I am glad you told me about the DarkKing, and the demon," he assured her quietly."Will you tell us anything else—about Murat's intentions, for example?""His intention was to leave Tasavalta quietly, before you began to attack us."file:///F|/rah/Fred%20Saberhagen/Saberhagen,%2.Lost%20Swords%206%20-%20Minds words%20Story.txt (79 of 115) [2/4/03 9:54:52 PM]file:///F|/rah/Fred%20Saberhagen/Saberhagen,%20Fred%20-%20Lost%20Swords%206%20-%20Mindswords%20Story.txt"To leave, taking you with him.""Of course.""To Culm?""That I will not tell you."Mark turned away and started to leave the tent.Then he halted as Kristin spoke again."I say again, to you my uncle and you my former husband, that I wish neither of you ill.But it is not for your sake that I warn you about the demon—and about the other, the man who sees with demon's eyes, and who is worse than any demon.What I tell you is for my lord's sake.""We understand that," Karel murmured."If I do not hate you, who are his enemies," she said, "it is only because he does not.I tell you that my Lord Murat wishes no one any harm—not even you, who are now bent on killing him."Mark stared at her.Before he could answer, a guard put his head into the tent to whisper that young Stephen had wakened, learned his rescued mother was now in camp, and was demanding to see her."Let him come in," sighed Mark.Earlier he had spoken to his son about the possibility of frightening changes [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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