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Averan stayed with Borenson after the battle. Some healers from Carris came and looked at him, learned the nature of his wounds, and then left him in search of others who were closer to death.

She could only vaguely guess what was wrong with the big knight. Though the healers said he would not die of his wound, one woman offered nightshade anyway.

Borenson only growled angrily and lay on the ground, still curled up like a babe.

Averan found herself a cloak from a dead man to keep her warm. She looked for the green woman, but Spring had apparently run off during the battle—or gotten herself killed. Averan didn't know which, and she found herself worrying, constantly listening for the sound of feet squishing through the mud.

By an hour after nightfall she realized she was hungry, so she took Borenson's knife for protection and began wan
dering through the maze of dead reavers toward Carris, searching for the right piece of meat.

Up in Carris, buildings were still afire, and she managed to pick her way among the dead reavers by this faint light.

The causeway was well guarded by thousands of men: warriors of Carris, Invincibles, and footmen from Indhopal. They'd cleared most of the reavers' corpses from the causeway, shoving them into the lake. The men seemed terrified that the reavers might return under the cover of darkness. They sat beside campfires and swapped tales, sometimes laughing apprehensively. Theirs was still an uneasy peace, but Averan could never have imagined that they would have formed a truce at all.

But she heard little laughter in the camp. Instead, the men spread nasty rumors that the Earth King had died, or had forsaken them all. Others related nervously how they had discovered in the midst of battle that their leader had fallen silent.

Averan tried to conjure up a vision of the Earth King, but when she closed her eyes, she could not see him.

He was dead, she decided.

At the head of the causeway, the warriors had just dragged up part of a huge reaver mage all wet and blackened. Flaming runes still burned all around its head, and its mouth had been propped open with a fence post so that one could see how wide its jaws were.

“What's this?” Averan asked the men camped nearby.

“The fell mage, or what's left of her,” one man replied. “We fished it from the lake. Be careful now, she's still twitching, and she might bite you!” The men all laughed at their stupid joke. Even a little girl of nine could see that the corpse of the fell mage wasn't twitching.

She was by far the largest reaver killed today, ancient and venerable in her way.

Averan stared at the mage in amazement. She climbed into the mage's mouth, and outside the men hooted and cheered. “There's a brave one,” one of them said.

Averan walked to the far back of the reaver's mouth,
until she found the soft spot in the mage's upper palate. She plunged her knife up into it and sliced quickly, afraid that someone would stop her.

She was hungry, and this was the only food that would satisfy.

When the blood gushed out, she reached her arm up as high as she could and grasped some of the reaver's brains. The fell mage was so huge that her brain was still hot and steamy.

For a long time Averan gorged, then she lay down in a groggy stupor on the reaver's palate as strange dreams assailed her, carrying her through unimagined realms.

From the fell mage, Averan began to learn much about the One True Master's magic. What Averan learned terrified her to the core of her soul.

She desperately wanted to tell someone, especially the Earth King. But when she closed her eyes and tried to visualize him, she still could not see him.

“Hey, little girl, what are you doing in there?” some fellow asked. Averan looked up. She still had some bloody meat in her hand, and she wiped it on the reaver's tongue.

A man stood outside the reaver's mouth, bearing a torch. He was not a knight, just some common fellow. “Here now, you can't eat that. Let me get you some real food!”

The look of wide-eyed horror in the man's eyes let her know that she should not touch him. He thought she was mad, and if she got close enough, he'd try to put her in a cage.

Averan grabbed her knife in both hands and held it up for him to see. “Back!” she shouted.

“Here now,” the fellow answered, backing away cautiously. “I won't hurt you. I only want to help.”

Averan got up and darted past, dodged away from him and raced down the causeway between the campfires.

When she reached the end of the causeway, she turned for a moment and shouted to the frightened warriors camping there. “The reavers won't return—not here, not tonight! Don't you see, they
won
this battle! They've destroyed all
of the blood metal in the ground, they have no reason to come back here.”

Everyone looked at her as if she were crazed. “I mean it!” she said. “The One True Master is preparing the Seals of Desolation. If you don't stop him, no place will be safe!”

But of course everyone just stared at her as if she were mad. No one would listen to a crazy girl. She turned and fled.

“Milady,” Myrrima begged Iome. “I would like to go on into Carris. There will be other wounded to attend.” She realized belatedly that she used the words “other wounded” because she saw the wounds so deeply in Gaborn.

“Of course,” Iome said, releasing her from service. The sixty warriors had gathered in a circle not far from where they'd fought Raj Ahten.

Gaborn looked up in the starlight. “Your husband is about a third of a mile northwest of the castle,” he said. “He is alive, but has not moved in a long time. I regret that I cannot come with you. I need… I need to speak to the Earth, and the soil here is dead and powerless.” He glanced toward the north, as if he would ride that way.

Gaborn did not say more. His tone warned her that Borenson would be wounded, that she needed to steel herself for what she might find. She could not imagine her husband, one of the most powerful warriors in Mystarria, lying wounded, near death. She imagined that all his bones were shattered, or that his neck was broken.

“Please go with her,” Iome begged the lords. “There will be many wounded. We must do what we can.”

“I will accompany you north,” Erin Connal said to Iome. “I've business in my own lands to attend.”

Myrrima and the rest of them turned and rode south, leaving Gaborn, Iome, Binnesman, the wylde, Jureem, Erin, and Celinor alone. The lords rode in silence for several minutes, until they were far out of earshot, and at last one lord of Orwynne asked, “What do we do now?”

In order to fill the uncomfortable silence that followed,
Myrrima said, “We'll do what we have to. We fight on.”

“But what of the ‘dark times to come' that Gaborn spoke of? He said he Chose us to save us through the dark times to come.”

“The times grow darker still,” Sir Hoswell answered.

“If we stay close to the Earth King, he can still warn us of danger,” one man said. His voice was full of fear.

Myrrima tried to imagine her future, to see herself at Gaborn's side, a wolf lord with a few hundred other men and women, hiding in the woods, struggling to survive the incursions of the reavers.

But as she rode through the blasted lands, the smell of decay rising from the dust all around her, she realized that there would be no woods to hide in.

Rocks, then. We will hide under rocks, she consoled herself.

We will do as we must, Myrrima told herself silently.

She gritted her teeth, drew reins on her mount, and since she was in the lead, the lords behind all did the same, looking at her expectantly.

“I'm a wolf lord now,” she said, examining the men's faces. Their expressions were dulled by grief. “There is no one who will save us. But Raj Ahten's forcibles lie hidden in the King's tombs in Heredon, and perhaps with them we can save ourselves.”

The men looked up at her, uncertain. One proud knight of Fleeds said, “What are you saying? Do you want to be our lord? Is that not presumptuous?”

Myrrima held up her bow for all to see. “I'd not ask to be your leader. No one should ask such favor. I forswear
all
kings,” Myrrima said, “until the Earth King comes again.

“But I tell you this: I swear fealty to you all. I swear fealty to mankind—heart, might, mind, and soul! Wherever one stands in need, you will find me fighting beside him, using whatever weapons I may find: the endowments of dogs, my own teeth and nails if I must. I swear fealty to you all, for mankind, and for the Earth!”

The lords looked up at her bow in dull wonder, while the blood sang in Myrrima's veins. She was making herself a Knight Equitable, sworn to protect mankind. The men she rode with were powerful Runelords, noblemen with a long history of service to Heredon, Fleeds, and Orwynne. She did not expect them to follow suit, but was astonished and gratified when one by one, each man brandished his own weapon and raised it to the sky, shouting, “For mankind, and for the Earth!”

Thus the Brotherhood of the Wolf was forged on that dark day.

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Raj Ahtan, ruler of Indhopal, sought to bring all of humanity under his rule—destroying anything and anyone that stood in his path, including many friends and allies of young Prince Gaborn Val Orden. But Gaborn has fulfilled a two-thousand-year-old prophecy, becoming the Earth King—a mythic figure who can unleash the forces of the Earth itself.

And now the struggle continues. Gaborn has managed to drive off Raj Ahtan, but Ahtan is far from defeated. Striking at far-flung cities and fortresses and killing dedicates, Ahtan seeks to draw out the Earth King from his seat of power, to crush him. But as they weaken each other's forces in battle, the armies of an ancient and implacable inhuman enemy issue forth from the very bowels of the Earth.

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