Katharine Kerr - A Time of War

‘Forgive me, Jahdo lad, forgive me, and may your mother forgive me, too!’

In a river twist the etheric water puddled like a mirror, slick silver, edged with green. Evandar knelt on the bank nearby and stared down at the surface, but his eyes moved, following a vision rather than contemplating himself. All at once he laughed and sat back on his heels.

‘They have them,’ he announced. ‘The bard and the boy, I mean. Rhodry and his squad have seized them upon the road. They’re all heading off to Cengarn.’

‘I feel sorry for that poor child,’ Dallandra said. ‘He must be terrified.’

Evandar merely shrugged.

‘Don’t you feel anything for these people?’ Dallandra burst out. ‘You’re moving them round like pegs in a game of Wooden Wisdom, knocking them off the board and ruining their lives. Don’t you care?’

‘I love you, and I love my daughter, and I love the memory of Rinbaladelan, the sea-coast city I was telling you about. Beyond that, my darling, no, I don’t care. Not one whit.’

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