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"Sometimes I feel like a kestra'chern," Urtho told him ruefully. "Expected to please everyone and
generally pleasing—"
"Almossst everrryone." Skan interrupted. "Besssidesss, sssomeone hasss to lead, and I am too busy.
What arrre you doing down herrre anyway? Isssn't there a weapon to invessstigate, a Passss to retake? I
am only one sssstupid grrryphon, afterrr all."
"True." Urtho sighed again. "But you are a very special stupid gryphon; I was concerned and I
wanted to see that you were doing as well as the Healers claimed. The weapon has been dealt with, and
a counterattack on the Pass is in the hands of the commanders; there is little I can do from here now that
it has been launched."
Urtho's face was a little thinner, and Skan guessed he had not been sleeping or eating much in the
past few days. He could sympathize with the mage for wishing to escape from his Tower for a little.
Still... "I hope that sssomeone knowsss where you are."
"Kelethen does. I wish that this were over or, better still, had never begun."
Skandranon wiped his beak against the fur and cast his eyes supportively to Urtho. "Urtho. It isss
begun and continuesss. We fly thessse windsss together. You did not cause the windsss to become a
ssstorm."
"I would say that I had done nothing to cause this, but the simple fact of our existence was enough to
trigger this assault from Ma'ar. I've studied him. Even as a young man, he wanted power far more than he
wanted anything else, and he enjoyed having power over people." Urtho shook his head, as if he simply
could not understand anyone with that kind of mind. "Whatever he had, it was never enough. It was a
kind of hunger with him, but one that could not be sated. There could only be one master of the world,
and that one must be Ma'ar."
"Insssane," Skan replied.
"Not exactly," Urtho said, surprising the gryphon. "Not insane as we know the meaning of the word.
But his sanity holds nothing but himself, if that makes any sense."
"No," Skan said shortly. What he had seen of Ma'ar and Ma'ar's creations did not convince him that
the Mage of Black Fire was anything but evil and insane.
"I would help him if I could," Urtho said softly.
"What?" Skan squawked, every feather on end with surprise. He felt very nearly the same as he had
when he'd hit the ground; breath knocked out of him and too stunned to even think.
"I would," Urtho insisted. "If he would even stop to think about all the harm he has caused and come
to me, I would help him. But he will not. He cannot. Not and still be Ma'ar." He shook his head. "His
obsessions are like mine, Skandranon. I understand him far better than he understands me. He thinks I
am soft enough that at some point I will surrender because so many have died and more will die. He
thinks I don't realize that the killing would not end just because we had surrendered. I don't think he has
the barest idea what we will do to stop him." There was no mistaking the grim determination in Urtho's
voice.
Skan relaxed; for a moment he had thought that the latest turn of the conflict might have unhinged the
mage.
"He isss a mad dog," Skan said brusquely. "You do not try to help a mad dog, you ssslay it."
"Harsh words, my child." Urtho frowned a little, although by now he should have been well aware of
the gryphons' raptorial and somewhat bloodthirsty nature.
Skan thought of the tortured gryphons at Stelvi Pass, and hissed. "Not harsssh enough. I did not tell
you what they did to the Ssstelvi Wing. Everrrything you have everrr hearrrd of. All of them, down to the
nessstlingsss, and worsse than you could imagine."
Urtho turned pale, and Skan instantly regretted what he had blurted out. Urtho had never wedded
and had no children. He considered all of his intelligent creations to be his children, but that was
especially true of the gryphons.
An awkward silence loomed between them for a moment, and Skan cursed his habit of blurting out
the first thing he thought. Stupid bird; you might think before you say something once in a while. It