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. He reached back
and took her hand.
"This way, Riana. And have a care, the shale gets looser and
smaller. I've no wish to tumble down the rest of the path."
"Riana?" RIANA . . . RIANA . . . RIANA . . . Karel's whisper
echoed in his mind with all the force of thunder crashing
overhead. The flags of the stone floor were hard as
midwinter's ice beneath his cheek. His leather jerkin was no
protection against the chill draft wandering across the floor.
"Daryn?"
Slowly he became aware that he was alone. No chain
held him, no manacle bound him to this floor. Still, he was
unable to move even a finger. And Riana and Daryn were
gone.
Alone! But where? Though he struggled hard with
reluctant memory, Karel could not fill in the gap between
the icy grasp of the disembodied warrior who'd touched his
hand-how long ago? a day? two?-and the chill of this
stone floor now. Yet some time had passed. He could see
Lunitari riding dark clouds just beyond the window above
his head. When he'd last seen the crimson moon she'd been
still waning. Now she waxed, though only slightly.
Where was he?
"Where are you?"
Fear raced through Karel then, but so firmly held was he
that he could not move. The voice was old but hard and
touched with deadly power. Like the whisper of a ghost, he
heard an aching answer.
"Here, within your reach."
"Give me your true name."
"Daryn, Teorth's son."
Though it was his friend's voice that answered the
formally posed question, Karel barely recognized it
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