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lazily down the stream. The man took his sack off and approached the
water too, casting cautious glances around him. He drank some water,
rinsed his hands and examined his own face reflected in the stream.
He had calm grey eyes with eyelashes unusually long for a man.
He had slightly aquiline nose and sharp cheek-bones and a whitish
scar across the upper lip.
It was just an ordinary face if one didn't try to look deeper into
the pool of his grey eyes. But if one dared...
The face that was looking at him from the water belonged to Sigurd
Yarrow, the Fifth rank Salar; it was the face of one Gliding-in-the-Dusk.
With a muffled curse he struck the water with his palm, splashing
the reflection, and the drops flew down his cheeks leaving wet tracks. He
was crying not with tears but with the lying water of a forsaken stream.
He knew well whose face he has just broken.
It was the face of a coward. The man who has seen his best friend to
die and who has done nothing to revenge. Nothing in round numbers. In
fact he had no possibilities to do anything but that didn't matter at
all.
For the first time he regretted that there were still three lives
left to him.

x x x

The doe dived into the bushes, and the spots of its skin blended
with the shadows of leaves and branches, with specks of sunlight... In a
while a teenager boy appeared at the edge of the glade. He made several
steps and stood still.
No, it wasn't a boy. It was a girl with narrow hips and small rigid
breasts. She turned her head in the direction where the Gliding-in-the-
Dusk has gone and her eyes began to change, as if two shining lakes
touched with frost. Ice covered their brims at first, then more and
more...
The girl clenched her fingers into tight fists resembling the hooves
of a doe. She remained motionless for a while, shuffling her feet, and
then jumped into the thicket.
And the forest engulfed her.

x x x


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MEMORY SECTION

KALORRA. THE CITY WHERE THEY DON'T LIKE THE HEROES

Sigurd is now sixteen. He got his Second Rank recently and he's very