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Calandryll."

Cennaire repeated his name, softly, scarcely need-
ing to feign the relief she felt at finding her long-
sought quarry. So this was Calandryll den Karynth,
this muscular young man. From Anomius's de-
scription she had anticipated something else—a fop-
pish princeling, an effete scholar—but this man had
the look of a freesword, hard and lean as the blade
he wore, his movements gracefully economic as he
came closer. His eyes were brown and concerned,
his hair a ponytailed mane of sun-bleached gold;

he was handsome. She made a faint moaning sound
and went to him, throwing herself against him,
his brown leathern shirt warm against her cheek,
redolent of sweat and horseflesh/ the arms he put
around her comforting, his very presence after so
long alone in this wilderness—after what she had
witnessed—reassuring. It was easy to play her part.

Calandryll held her, not sure what else to do,
murmuring soft comforts as he felt her tremble
against his chest, wondering that sunlight could

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strike such sparks from hair so black, aware that
his companions dismounted now, still wary.

"How came you here?"

Cennaire raised her head from the refuge of
Calandryll's chest, looking to the speaker. Shirt and
breeks of soft black leather, jet hair drawn back
from a hawkish face in which eyes of a startling
blue surveyed her impassively, a falchion of
Kernish style sheathed on the narrow waist: this
must be Bracht. And the woman, her hair near sil-
ver, her eyes grey and grave, clad in a shirt of fine
mail and breeks that emphasized the length and
shapeliness of her legs, that must be the Vanu
woman, Katya. Her right hand, like Bracht's,
touched lightly on the hilt of her sword, that a
gently curved saber.

Cennaire drew in a rasping breath and moved a
little back from Calandryll's embrace, sensing
without needing to look into his eyes that he re-
gretted that loss of contact. Rapidly, almost bab-