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. When I
rose, however, I bumped against a heavy object hung upon the nearest
bedpost. I reached out and raised it for a better view. A belt with a
sheathed weapon hung upon it. These had not been present last time either. I
gripped the haft and drew the blade.
A portion of the Pattern, contained within the gray metal, danced in
the candlelight. This was Grayswandir, sword of my father. What it was doing
back here now, I had no idea.
And I realized with a pang that I could not stick around to see what
might be going on. I had to get back to my own problems. Yes, timing was
definitely against me today.
I resheathed Grayswandir.
"Dad?" I said. "If you can hear me, I want to get together again. But I
have to go now. Good luck on whatever you're about."
Then I departed the room, touched the silver rose as I passed and
locked the door behind me. As I turned away, I realized that I was shaking.
I passed no one on the walk back, and when I approached my own door I
wondered whether I should enter, knock, or wait. Then something touched my
shoulder, and I turned around but no one was there. When I turned forward
once again Mandor stood before me, his brow slightly creased.
"What's the matter?" he asked. "You appear more troubled than when you
left."
"Something totally different," I told him, "I think. Any word from
inside yet?"
"I heard a shriek from Jasra while you were gone," he said, "and I
burned to the door and opened it
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