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from them the darkest of the truths he had uncovered. He tried not to show how frightened he was,
though his fear worked through him anew as he recounted the experience, a river vast and wide and
deep. He kept his voice calm and steady and his story brief. When he was finished, he told them he
needed to think awhile about what they should do next.
They left him alone save for Vree Erreden. The locat came away with him unbidden, and as soon as
they were out of hearing of the others, he took Tay s arm.
You said nothing of the watcher. You did not name it, yet you must know its identity. The thin,
strong fingers tightened. I sensed it waiting for you you, in particular, as if you were special to it. Tell
me what it is, Tay Trefenwyd.
They moved onto the spiral staircase and sat together in the echoing silence of the fortress depths.
Before them, the garden had gone still again, a garden once more, and nothing else. It was as if nothing
had happened.
Tay glanced at the locat and then looked away. If I tell you, it must remain between us. No one else
is to know.
Vree Erreden nodded. Is it the Warlock Lord? he whispered.
Tay shook his head. What rules here is older than that. What lives in the garden is what once lived in
this castle. It is a compendium of lives, a joining of faerie creatures. Elves mostly, that centuries ago were
just as you and I. But they coveted the power of the Black Elfstone. They coveted it, and their need was
so desperate that they could not resist. They used the Stone, all of them, together perhaps, or separately,
and they were destroyed. I can t tell how, but their story was made known to me. I could feel their
horror and their madness. They are transformed, become the substance of this garden, a collective
conscience, a collaborative power, their magic sustaining what remains of the fortress, gathered here,
where all that is left of them has taken root in the form of these trees and vines.
They were human? the locat asked in horror.
Once. No more. They lost what was human when they summoned the power of the Elfstone. Tay
fixed him with a haunted gaze. Bremen warned me of the danger. He told me that whatever happened,
whatever the cause, I must not use the Black Elfstone. He must know what it would cost me if I did.
Vree Erreden s thin face lowered into shadow. His eyes blinked rapidly. I could feel what lives here
waiting for you I told you that. But why does it wait? Does it seek its own kind, creatures of power,
beings who have use of the magic in some form? Or does it ward against them? What drives it? It passed
me by, I think, because my magic lacks definition and strength. My magic is instinct and vision, and it has
no use for that. But, Shades, I could feel the darkness of it!
He turned back to Tay. You have a Druid s power, and such power is infinitely more compelling.
There can be no question that it either fears or covets your magic.
Tay s mind raced. It protects the Black Elfstone because the Elfstone is the source of its power. And
of its life. I threatened it by coming into the garden and disturbing the lines of power it has established.
Does it know me as a Druid, though? I wonder.
It knows you as an enemy, certainly. It must, since it tried to destroy you. It knows you are not
subverted. The locat exhaled, a long, ragged breath. It will be waiting for you to try again, Tay. If you
go back into that garden, you will be devoured.
They stared at each other wordlessly. It knows you as an enemy, Tay thought, repeating Vree
Erreden s words. It knows you are not subverted. He was reminded of something suddenly, but he could
not think what. He wrestled with it for a moment before remembering. It was Bremen, changing his
appearance, his form, his very thinking, so that he could penetrate the stronghold of the Warlock Lord. It
was Bremen, altering himself so that he became one with the monsters that dwelled within.
Could he do that here?
His breath caught in his throat, and he turned away, unwilling to let Vree Erreden see what was in his
eyes. He could not believe what he was thinking. He could not imagine he was giving the idea even the
smallest consideration. It was insane!
But what other choice was left to him? There was no other way he knew that already. He looked
at the others sitting grouped at the edge of the deadly garden. They had come a long way to find the
Black Elfstone, and none of them would turn back now. It was pointless to think otherwise. The stakes
were too great, the price too high, for them to fail. They would die first.
Oh, but there must be another way! His mind tightened with the pressure of iron bands drawn taut.
How could he make himself do it? What chance did he have? This time, should he fail, there would be no
escape. He would be consumed...
Devoured.
He rose, needing to stand if he was to face this decision, needing to move away from his fear. He
stepped down from the stairway, leaving the perplexed locat staring after him. He walked away from the
others as well from Jerle and Preia and the Hunters to collect himself and take measure of his
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