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。 His throat ached with wonder。 For a moment the three minds drew from one another； fearlessly； tentatively。 Then the crow cried； its wings soared blackly over Morgon's vision。 He was left alone in his mind； groping for something that had gone out of him。 A crow fluttered up； landed on his shoulder。 He looked into its eyes。
He smiled slowly。 The crow； its wings beating awkwardly； swooped to a high branch。 It missed its perch landing。 Then it caught itself； and the fine balance of instinct and knowledge within it wavered。 The crow became Raederle； dodging leaves as she changed shape。
She looked down at Morgon； breathless and astonished。 〃Stop laughing。 Morgon； I flew。 Now； how in Hel's name do I get down？〃
〃Fly。〃
〃I've forgotten how！〃
He flew up beside her； one wing stiff with his half…healed wound。 He changed shape again。 The branch creaked a warning under his weight； and she gasped。 〃We'll fall in the river！ Morgon； it's breaking！〃 She fluttered up again with a squawk。 Morgon joined her。 They streaked the sunrise with black； soared high above the woods until they saw the hundreds of miles of endless forest and the great road hewn through it； crossing the realm。 They rose until traders' wagons were only tiny lumbering insects crawling down a ribbon of dust。 They dropped slowly； spiralling together； their wings beating the same slow rhythm； winding lesser and lesser rings through the sunlight until they traced one last black circle above the river。 They landed among ferns on the bank； changed shape。 They gazed at one another wordlessly in the morning。 Raederle whispered；
〃Your eyes are full of wings。〃
〃Your eyes are full of the sun。〃
IX
THEY FLEW IN CROW…SHAPE FOR THE NEXT TWO weeks。 The silent golden oak forest melted away at the edge of the backlands。 The road turned； pushed northward through rich； dark forests of pine whose silence seemed undisturbed by the passage of centuries。 It wound up dry rocky hills pounded the color of brass by the noon sun； bridged chasms through which silvery veins of water…flowing down from the Lungold Lakes flashed and roared against sheer walls of stone。 Trees blurred endlessly together in the crows' vision； ebbed toward a faint blue mist of mountains bordering the remote western edges of the backlands。 By day the sun fired the sky a flawless； metallic blue。 The night shook stars from one horizon to another； down to the rim of the world。 The voices of the back…lands； of land and stone and ancient untamed wind； were too loud for sound。 Beneath them lay a silence implacable as granite。 Morgon felt it as he flew； he breathed it into his bones； sensed its strange； cold touch in his heart。 He would grope away from it at first； reach into Raederle's mind to share a vague； inarticulate language。 Then the silence wore slowly into the rhythm of his flight and finally into a song。 At last； when he scarcely remembered his own language and knew Raederle only as a dark； wind…sculpted shape； he saw the interminable trees part before them。 In the distance； the great city founded by Ghisteslwchlohm sprawled against the shores of the first of the Lungold Lakes； glinting of copper and bronze and gold under the last rays of the sun。
The crows beat a final weary flight toward their destination。 The forest had been pushed back for miles around the city to make room for fields； pastures； orchards。 The cool scent of pine yielded to the smell of harrowed earth and crops that teased at Morgon's crow…instincts。 Trader's Road； striped with shadow； ran its last scarred mile into the mouth of the city。 The gateway was a fragile； soaring arch of dark polished timber and white stone。 The city walls were immense； thick； buttressed with arms of timber and stone that rose high above the buildings scattered beyond the old bounds of the city。 Newer streets had made inroads into the ancient walls； lesser gateways opened in it； houses and shops had grow against； and even on top of the walls； as if their builders had long forgotten the terror that had flung the walls up seven centuries before。
The crows reached the main gate； rested among the arches。 The gates themselves looked as if they had not been closed for centuries。 They were of thick slabs of oak； hinged and reinforced with bronze。 Birds were nesting on the hinges in the shadows。 Within the walls； a maze of cobbled streets wandered away in all directions； lined by brightly painted inns； trade…halls； merchants' and craftsmen's shops； houses with tapestries and flowers trailing from the windows。 Morgon； sifting through his crow…vision； saw across the rooftops and chimneys to the north edge of the city。 The setting sun struck the lake with a full； broad battery； spangling it with fire； until the hundred fishing…boats moored at the docks seemed to burn on the water。
He fluttered to the ground in the angle between the open gate and the wall and changed shape。 Raederle followed him。 They stood looking at one another； their faces thin； stamped with the wildness and silence of the backlands； half…unfamiliar。 Then Morgon； remembering he had an arm； put it around Raederle's shoulders and kissed her almost tentatively。 The expression began to e back into her face。
〃What in Hel's name did we do？〃 she whispered。 〃Morgon； I feel as if I have been dreaming for a hundred years。〃
〃Only a couple of weeks。 We're in Lungold。〃
〃Let's go home。〃 Then a strange look came into her eyes。 〃What have we been eating？〃
〃Don't think about it。〃 He listened。 The traffic through the gate had almost stopped； he heard only one slow horseman preceding the twilight into the city。 He took her hand。 〃Let's go。〃
〃Where？〃
〃Can't you smell it？ It's there； at the edge of my mind。 A stench of power。。。〃
It drew him through the twisting streets。 The city was quiet； for it was supper hour； the succulent smells out of inns they passed made them both murmur。 But they had no money； and with Morgon's torn clothing and Raederle's bare feet； they looked almost like beggars。 The sense of decayed； misused power pulled Morgon toward the heart of the city； through wide streets full of fine shops and wealthy traders' houses。 The streets sloped upward at the center of the city。 The rich buildings dwindled away at the crown of the rising。 The streets ended abruptly。 On an immense； scarred stretch of land rose the shell of the ancient school； fashioned of the power and art of wizardry； its open； empty walls gleaming in the last of the light。
Morgon stopped。 An odd longing ached in him； as at a glimpse of something he could never have and never knew before that he might have wanted。 He said incredulously； 〃No wonder they came。 He made it so beautiful。。。〃
Huge rooms； broken open； half…destroyed； revealed the wealth of the realm。 Shattered windows with jagged panes the colors of jewels were framed in gold。 Inner walls blackened with fire held remnants of pale ash and ebony； of oak and cedar。 Here and there； a scarred； fallen beam glinted with a joint work of copper and bronze。 Long arched windows； through which prisms of refracted light passed； suggested the illusion of peace that had lulled the restless； driven minds drawn into the school。 From across seven centuries Morgon felt its illusion and its promise： the gathering of the most powerful minds of the realm to share knowledge； to explore and discipline their powers。 The obscure longing bruised his heart again； he could not put a name to it。 He stood gazing at the silent； ruined school until Raederle touched him。 〃What is it？〃 〃I don't know。 I wish 。。。 I wish I could have studied here。 The only power I have ever known is Ghisteslwchlohm's。〃
〃The wizards will help you；〃 she said； but he found no reassurance in that。 He looked at her。
〃Will you do something for me？ Go back into crow…shape。 I'll take you on my shoulder while I search for them。 I don't know what traps or bindings might still linger here。〃
She nodded tiredly； without ment； and changed shape。 She tucked herself under his ear； and he stepped onto the grounds of the school。 No trees grew anywhere on them； t