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　Moreover；　Orden's　own　father　had　been　captured　when　he　was　but　a　boy；　and　then　had　been　forced　to　give　endowments　to　a　Wolf　Lord　in　the　Southern　Wastes。　His　father's　friends　had　rescued　him　from　his　fatewith　a　sword。
　Borenson　could　never　know　how　much　giving　this　order　hurt。　King　Orden　felt　determined　that　his　men　would　never　know：　Gaborn's　great　heart　might　well　have　earned　him　a　death　sentence。
　King　Orden　clapped　the　big　warrior　on　the　shoulder　in　sympathy。　Borenson　was　trembling。　It　would　be　a　hard　thing　to　go　from　being　Gaborn's　sworn　protector　to　his　assassin。　〃You　heard　me　right。　When　Raj　Ahten　gets　your　message；　he　will　race　to　Longmont；　to　meet　me　in　battle。　He　will　have　hundreds　of　Dedicates　in　Castle　Sylvarresta　by　dawnDedicates　that　he　won't　he　able　to　carry　south　in　such　a　hurry；　Dedicates　that　he　won't　he　able　to　properly　guard。
　〃I　want　you　to　go　into　the　Dedicates'　Keep　at　Castle　Sylvarresta；　once　Raj　Ahten　leaves；　and　slaughter　everyone　left　within。〃
　The　big　warrior's　grin　had　now　faded　pletely。
　〃You　understand　that　this　must　be　done。　My　life；　your　life；　the　lives　of　everyone　in　Mystarriaeveryone　you've　ever　known　and　lovedmight　well　depend　on　it。
　〃We　can　show　no　weakness。　We　can　show　no　mercy。〃
　From　a　pouch　at　his　hip；　King　Orden　withdrew　a　small　ivory　flask。　Captured　inside　were　mists　from　the　fields　of　Mystarria。　Orden's　water　wizards　had　said　that　the　flask　contained　enough　mist　to　hide　an　army　should　the　need　arise。　Borenson's　army　might　need　such　a　mist。　He　handed　the　artifact　to　Borenson；　and　wondered　if　he　should　also　give　the　man　his　golden　shield。　It　had　a　powerful　spell　of　water　warding　in　it。　Orden　had　brought　it　as　a　betrothal　gift　to　Sylvarresta。　Now；　he　considered　that　he　might　need　that　shield　himself。
　Orden　wondered。　He　did　not　want　to　kill　Sylvarresta。　Yet　if　Sylvarresta　succumbed　to　Raj　Ahten；　then　it　became　Orden's　duty。　The　Kings　of　Rofehavan　needed　to　know　that　no　one　could　give　endowments　to　the　Wolf　Lord。　No　one　would　be　permitted　to　do　so　and　live。　Not　even　Orden's　best　friend。
　〃We　will　do　what　we　must　to　our　friends；　our　kin；〃　King　Orden　said　to　himself　as　much　as　to　Borenson；　〃if　they　serve　the　enemy。　That　is　our　duty。　This　is　war。〃
　
　Chapter　14
　A　WIZARD　IN　CHAINS
　　
　Shortly　before　dawn；　the　sounds　of　many　clanking　chains　preceded　Binnesman　into　the　King's　audience　hall；　then　the　guards　dragged　the　herbalist　in　to　face　Raj　Ahten；　as　Iome　watched。
　She　shuddered　and　hid　in　a　darkened　corner；　afraid　somehow　that　Binnesman　would　spot　her；　would　loathe　her　very　existence。　In　the　past　few　hours；　she'd　had　time　to　inspect　the　rune　of　power　branded　into　the　skin　of　her　breast。　It　was　a　plex　thing；　a　horrid　thing　that　tried　to　draw　far　more　than　mere　beauty　from　her。　It　tried　to　draw　her　pride；　her　hope。
　Though　she　fought　the　influence　of　the　rune；　though　she　denied　this　boon　to　Raj　Ahten；　still　she　felt　less　than　human。　A　mere　rag　in　the　corner；　something　that　cringed　and　watched。
　Legend　said　that　long　ago；　the　facilitator　Phedrosh　had　created　a　rune　of　will；　a　symbol　that　sapped　the　strength　of　mind　from　its　victims。　Had　Raj　Ahten　had　such　a　magic　symbol　built　into　the　rune　that　had　branded　Iome；　she'd　not　have　been　able　to　deny　him。
　Now　she　felt　grateful　that　Phedrosh　had　destroyed　that　rune　of　power　and　the　secret　of　its　making；　before　he　fled　to　Inkarra。
　As　Binnesman　was　dragged　to　the　room；　his　shackles　rattled。　Strong　irons　bound　Binnesman　neck　to　foot；　hand　to　hand。　Two　guards　merely　lugged　him　across　the　plank　floor；　threw　him　at　Raj　Ahten's　feet。
　Four　of　the　Wolf　Lord's　flameweavers　walked　beside　the　herbalist；　all　hairless；　dark　of　skin。　Three　young…looking　men　and　a　single　woman；　all　with　that　peculiar　dancing　light　in　their　eyes　that　only　flameweavers　have。　The　male　flameweavers　had　donned　saffron　silk　robes；　the　woman　a　crimson　mantle。
　As　the　woman　drew　near；　in　the　lead；　Iome　could　feel　the　heat　of　her　skin；　a　dry　heat；　as　if　her　flesh　were　a　warming　stone　to　put　in　a　bed　on　a　cold　night。
　Iome　felt　the　woman's　powers　in　another　way：　a　feverish　lust　came　with　her；　mingled　with　a　curious　intellectual　arousal。　This　lust　was　nothing　like　the　earthy　sensuality　that　Iome　felt　in　Binnesman's　presencea　desire　to　bear　children；　to　feel　small　lips　suckling　at　her　breast。　No；　the　flameweavers　carried　a　consuming　need　to　rape；　to　take；　an　undirected　rage　all　finely　controlled　by　keen　intellect。
　Poor　Binnesman　looked　a　dirty　wreck。　He　was　covered　from　head　to　foot　in　grimy　ash；　yet　his　sky…blue　eyes　showed　no　fear　as　he　looked　up。
　You　should　fear；　Iome　thought。　You　should。　No　one　could　withstand　Raj　Ahten；　the　light　in　his　face；　the　power　of　his　voice。　In　the　past　few　hours；　she'd　seen　things　she　could　not　have　imagined：　Two　hundred　of　her　father's　guard　had　granted　endowments。　Most　needed　little　persuasion。　A　look　at　Raj　Ahten's　face；　an　encouraging　word；　and　they　gave　themselves。
　Few　even　thought　of　resisting。　Captain　Derrow；　of　the　palace　guard；　asked　to　forbear　swearing　fealty　to　Raj　Ahten；　saying　he　was　oath…bound　to　serve　House　Sylvarresta。　He　therefore　begged　to　serve　as　a　guard　in　the　Dedicates'　Keep；　pointing　out　that　other　great　houses　would　now　send　assassins　to　dispatch　Sylvarresta。　Raj　Ahten　agreed；　but　only　on　the　condition　that　Derrow　give　a　lesser　endowment；　one　of　hearing。
　Another　who　begged　no　boon　faced　rougher　treatment。　Captain　Ault　refused　the　Wolf　Lord　entirely；　had　cursed　him　and　wished　him　death。
　Raj　Ahten　had　heard　the　reviling　with　patience　and　a　smile；　but　afterward；　the　woman　in　crimson　had　taken　the　captain's　hand；　tenderly。　Then　her　eyes　flashed　in　laughter　as　the　captain　burst　into　flames　from　toe　to　head　and　just　stood；　screaming　and　writhing　as　the　fires　consumed　his　flesh；　melted　his　armor。　The　room　had　echoed　with　his　shrieks。　The　odor　of　charred　flesh　and　hair　clung　to　the　walls　of　the　room　even　now。
　Ault's　blackened　corpse　was　placed　downstairs　at　the　entry　to　the　King's　Keep。
　So　humbly　now　the　people　of　Castle　Sylvarresta　came　to　stand　before　their　new　lord　and　give　obeisance。　Raj　Ahten　spoke　calmly　to　them；　his　face　shining　like　the　sun；　his　voice　as　unperturbable　as　the　sea。
　All　night　long；　Raj　Ahten's　troops　had　been　marshaling　the　richest　of　the　local　merchants　into　the　keep；　seeking　tributes　of　gold　and　endowments。　The　people　gave　to　him　whatever　he　asked；　would　give　all　that　they　had。
　Thus；　Raj　Ahten　had　finally　heard　the　name　of　the　young　man　who　had　killed　his　giants；　his　outriders；　and　mastiffs　on　his　errand　to　warn　King　Sylvarresta　of　the　impending　invasion。　Even　now；　Raj　Ahten's　trackers　scoured　the　Dunnwood；　searching　for　young　Prince　Orden。
　King　Sylvarresta　sat　on　the　floor　at　Raj　Ahten's　feet。　His　neck　had　been　tied　to　the　foot　of　the　throne；　and　King　Sylvarresta；　with　all　the　naivete　of　a　kitten；　kept　pulling　at　the　rope；　trying　to　chew　it　in　half。　The　idea　of　untying　himself　did　not　occur　to　the　King。　Iome　watched　her　father　at　Raj　Ahten's　feet；　and　even　to　her；　Raj　Ahten　seemed　great。　His　glamour　so　affected　her　that　somehow　she　felt　it　fitting　that　her　father　should　be　there。　Other　kings　kept　dogs　or　great　cats　at　their　feet　as　pets。　But　Raj　Ahten　was　more　than　a　mon　leader。　He　deserved　to　have　kings　at　his　feet。
　At　Raj　Ahten's　side　stood　his　personal　guard；　two　counselors；　and　the　fifth　of　his　flameweavers；　a　woman　whose　very　presence　made　Iome　tremble；　for　she　could　sense　the　flameweaver's　power。　She　wore　a　midnight…blue　robe；　loosely　tied　over　her　naked　body。　And　she　stood　now　before　a　silver　brazier；　like　a　large　platter　on　a　pedestal；　on　which　she　had　placed　twigs　and　knots　of　fiery　wood。　The　green　flames　rose　some　three　or　four　feet　above　the　brazier。
　Once　that　night；　the　woman　had　looked　up　from　her　brazier；　her　eyes　shining　with　fierce　delight；　and　said　to　Raj　Ahten；　〃Good　news；　O　Shining　One；　your　assassins　seem　to　have　slaughtered　King　Gareth　Arrooley　of　Internook。　His　light　no　longer　shines　in　the　earth。〃
　On　hearing　this；　Iome　felt　awed。　So　Raj　Ahten　was　attacking　more　than　one　king　of　the　North。　She　wondered　at　the　depth　of　his　plans。　Perhaps　we　are　all　fools　pared　with　him；　she　thought；　as　ignorant　as　my　father　tied　at　Raj　Ahten's　feet。
　Now　Raj　Ahten　gazed　down　at　Binnesman　in　the　light　thrown　from　the　pyromancer's　brazier；　and　thoughtfully　scratched　at　his　beard。
　〃What　is　your　name？〃　Raj　Ahten　asked　the　wizard。
　Binnesman　looked　up；　〃My　name　is　Binnesman。〃
　〃Ah；　Binnesman。　I　know　your　work　well。　I've　read　your　herbals。〃　Raj　Ahten　smiled　at　him；　patiently；　glanced　up　at　the　pyromancer。　〃You　bring　him　in　chains？　I　would　not　have　it　so。　He　seems　harmless。〃
　The　flameweaver　beside　the　Wolf　Lord　gazed　at　Binnesman　as　if　in　a　trance；　eyes　unfocused；　staring　past　him；　as　if　she　sought　to　work　up　the　nerve　to　kill　him。
　〃Harmless　enough；　Your　Lordship；〃　Binnesman　answered　in　a　strong　voice。　Though　he　still　crouched　on　all　fours；　he　watched　the　Wolf　Lord　casually。
　〃You　may　rise；〃　Raj　Ahten　said。
　Binnesman　nodded；　struggled　to　his　feet；　though　his　chains　kept　him　bowed　so　he　could　not　raise　his　neck。　Now　Iome　could　see　more　clearly　that　he　wore　manacles　at　his　feet；　that　his　hands　were　cuffed；　and　that　a　short；　heavy　iron