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. My brother died,
defending the castle and our people."
"He was not the only one who defended it, seemingly,"
said Lord Soth, the burning eyes fixing upon the sword
Nikol wore easily and confidently at her side.
Nikol flushed. "It is my home," she said simply.
"Your home. And a blessed one, despite all," said the
knight. The flames in the black eyes blazed higher. The
countenance grew grim, scarred by bitterness and regret. He
stirred restlessly in the saddle, as if in pain.
"I must be on my way." He handed the dipper back to
Nikol.
"I would not hinder you on whatever urgent business
takes you out into the night," said Nikol, "but I repeat again,
you are welcome in my home, Lord Soth."
"I thank you, Lady Nikol, but I may not rest until my
task is complete. I ride to Istar and I must be there in four
days' time."
"Istar!" cried Michael, shaken. "But you should not go
there! In four days time - " He paused, uncertain of what he
was going to say, not sure how he knew what he knew or
how he would explain it.
The knight's burning eyes seared Michael. "You know,
then, Brother. You know what terrible fate hangs over this
world. Then I leave you with this hope: With the help of the
gods, I will prevent it, though it cost me my life."
The knight bowed again to Nikol. Replacing his helm,
he turned his horse's head out into the night and soon was
lost to their sight.
"Though it cost him his life," said Nikol softly, gazing
after him with shining eyes. "He is a true hero
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