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had ever moved。 Patches of fog glowed red for an instant as if great fires had suddenly flared beneath； then died。 Thunder rumbled in the depths of the valley； and lightning crackled through the gray； sometimes striking up at the sky。
It was not the valley itself that sapped his strength and filled the empty spaces left with helplessness。 From the center of the furious vapors a mountain thrust upward； a mountain taller than any he had ever seen in the Mountains of Mist； a mountain as black as the loss of all hope。 That bleak stone spire； a dagger stabbing at the heavens； was the source of his desolation。 He had never seen it before； but he knew it。 The memory of it flashed away like quicksilver when he tried to touch it； but the memory was there。 He knew it was there。
Unseen fingers touched him； pulled at his arms and legs； trying to draw him to the mountain。 His body twitched； ready to obey。 His arms and legs stiffened； as if he thought he could dig his fingers and toes into the stone。 Ghostly strings entwined around his heart； pulling him； calling him to the spire mountain。 Tears ran down his face； and he sagged to the ground。 He felt his will draining away like water out of a holed bucket。 Just a little longer； and he would go where he was called。 He would obey； do as he was told。 Abruptly he discovered another emotion： anger。 Push him； pull him； he was not a sheep to be prodded into a pen。 The anger squeezed itself into one hard knot； and he clung to it as he would have clung to a raft in a flood。
Serve me； a voice whispered in the stillness of his mind。 A familiar voice。 If he listened hard enough he was sure he would know it。 Serve me。 He shook his head to try to get it out of his head。 Serve me！ He shook his fist at the black mountain。
〃The Light consume you； Shai'tan！〃
Abruptly the smell of death lay thick around him。 A figure loomed over him； in a cloak the color of dried blood； a figure with a face 。。。 He did not want to see the face that looked down at him。 He did not want to think of that face。 It hurt to think of it； turned his mind to embers。 A hand reached toward him。 Not caring if he fell over the edge； he threw himself away。
He had to get away。 Far away。 He fell； flailing at the air； wanting to scream； finding no breath for screaming； no breath at all。
Abruptly he was no longer in the barren land； no longer falling。 Winter…brown grass flattened under his boots； it seemed like flowers。 He almost laughed to see scattered trees and bushes； leafless as they were； dotting the gently rolling plain that now surrounded him。 In the distance reared a single mountain； its peak broken and split； but this mountain brought no fear or despair。 It was just a mountain； though oddly out of place there； with no other in sight。
A broad river flowed by the mountain； and on an island in the middle of that river was a city such as might live in a gleeman's tale； a city surrounded by high walls gleaming white and silver beneath the warm sun。 With mingled relief and joy he started for the walls； for the safety and serenity he somehow knew he would find behind them。
As he came closer he made out soaring towers； many joined by wondrous walkways that spanned the open air。 High bridges arched from both banks of the river to the island city。 Even at a distance he could see lacy stonework on those spans； seemingly too delicate to withstand the swift waters that rushed beneath them。 Beyond those bridges lay safety。 Sanctuary。
Of a sudden a chill ran along his bones； an icy clamminess settled on his skin； and the air around him turned fetid and dank。 Without looking back he ran； ran from the pursuer whose freezing fingers brushed his back and tugged at his cloak； ran from the light…eating figure with the face that 。。。 He could not remember the face； except as terror。 He did not want to remember the face。 He ran； and the ground passed beneath his feet； rolling hills and flat plain 。。。 and he wanted to howl like a dog gone mad。 The city was receding before him。 The harder he ran； the further away drifted the white shining walls and haven。 They grew smaller； and smaller； until only a pale speck remained on the horizon。 The cold hand of his pursuer clutched at his collar。 If those fingers touched him he knew he would go mad。 Or worse。 Much worse。 Even as that surety came to him he tripped and fell 。。。
〃Noooo！〃 he screamed 。。。 and grunted as paving stones smacked the breath out of him。 Wonderingly he got to his feet。 He stood on the approaches to one of the marvellous bridges he had seen rearing over the river。 Smiling people walked by on either side of him； people dressed in so many colors they made him think of a field of wildflowers。 Some of them spoke to him； but he could not understand； though the words sounded as if he should。 But the faces were friendly； and the people gestured him onward； over the bridge with its intricate stonework； onward toward the shining； silver…streaked walls and the towers beyond。 Toward the safety he knew waited there。
He joined the throng streaming across the bridge and into the city through massive gates set in tall； pristine walls。 Within was a wonderland where the meanest structure seemed a palace。 It was as though the builders had been told to take stone and brick and tile and create beauty to take the breath of mortal men。 There was no building； no monument that did not make him stare with goggling eyes。 Music drifted down the streets； a hundred different songs； but all blending with the clamor of the crowds to make one grand； joyous harmony。 The scents of sweet perfumes and sharp spices； of wondrous foods and myriad flowers； all floated in the air； as if every good smell in the world were gathered there。
The street by which he entered the city； broad and paved with smooth； gray stone； stretched straight before him toward the center of the city。 At its end loomed a tower larger and taller than any other in the city； a tower as white as fresh…fallen snow。 That tower was where safety lay； and the knowledge he sought。 But the city was such as he had never dreamed of seeing。 Surely it would not matter if he delayed just a short time in going to the tower？ He turned aside onto a narrower street； where jugglers strolled among hawkers of strange fruits。
Ahead of him down the street was a snow…white tower。 The same tower。 In just a little while； he thought； and rounded another corner。 At the far end of this street； too； lay the white tower。 Stubbornly he turned another corner； and another； and each time the alabaster tower met his eyes。 He spun to run away from it 。。。 and skidded to a halt。 Before him； the white tower。 He was afraid to look over his shoulder； afraid it would be there； too。
The faces around him were still friendly； but shattered hope filled them now； hope he had broken。 Still the people gestured him forward； pleading gestures。 Toward the tower。 Their eyes shone with desperate need； and only he could fulfill it； only he could save them。
Very well； he thought。 The tower was； after all； where he wanted to go。
Even as he took his first step forward disappointment faded from those about him； and smiles wreathed every face。 They moved with him； and small children strewed his path with flower petals。 He looked over his shoulder in confusion； wondering who the flowers were meant for； but behind him were only more smiling people gesturing him on。 They must be for me； he thought； and wondered why that suddenly did not seem strange at all。 But wonderment lasted only a moment before melting away； all was as it should be。
First one； then another of the people began to sing； until every voice was lifted in a glorious anthem。 He still could not understand the words； but a dozen interweaving harmonies； shouted joy and salvation。 Musicians capered through the on…flowing crowd； adding flutes and harps and drums in a dozen sizes to the hymn； and all the songs he had heard before blended in without seam。 Girls danced around him； laying garlands of sweet…smelling blossoms across his shoulders； twining them about his neck。 They smiled at him； their delight growing with every step he took。 He coul