〃And bring it carefully！〃 Skodi cried。 〃Don't spill any inside the circle。 You know how the little ones swarm when charms are spoken； how hungry they are。〃
The Hyrka boy suddenly whirled and came stalking toward Skodi and Simon； his face suffused with anger and fear。 〃No！〃 he screamed。 For a moment Simon felt a rush of hope； chinking that the boy meant to strike Skodi down。 〃No！〃 Vren shrieked again； waving the knife in the air as tears coursed down his cheeks。 〃Why are you keeping them？ Why are you keeping him！？〃 He jabbed his blade in Simon's direction。 〃He's too old； Skodi！ He's bad！ Not like me！〃
〃What are you doing； Vren？〃 Skodi narrowed her eyes in alarm as the boy leaped forward toward the circle。 The blade swept up； red…gleaming。 Simon's muscles burned as he strove to throw himself out of the boy's path； but he was clenched in a hand of stone。 Sweat sluiced into his eyes。
〃You can't like him！〃 Vren screeched。 With a croaking shriek； Simon managed to squirm just enough for the blade aimed at his ribs to miss and tear along his back instead； leaving a track of cold silvery pain。 Something m the fire bellowed like a bull； then the darkness fell in on top of Simon； blotting out the faded stars。
Eolair had left her alone for a moment while he went back through the great doorway to fetch another lamp。
As she waited for the Count of Nad Mullach's return； Maegwin gazed happily down at the vast stone city in the cavern below。 A great burden had been lifted from her。 Here was the city of the Sithi； of Hernystir's allies of old。 She had found it！ For a while； Maegwin had begun to believe herself as mad as Eolair and the others thought； but here it stood。
It had e to her at first as a certain disorder in her dreams…troubled dreams that were already dark and chaotic； full of the suffering faces of her beloved dead。 Then other images began to seep through。 These new dreams showed her a beautiful city rippling with banners； a city of flowers and captivating music； hidden from war and bloodshed。 But these visions that appeared in the last； fleeting moments of sleep； although preferable to her nightmares； had not helped to calm her。 Rather； in their richness and exotic wonder； they had inflamed Maegwin with fear for her own troubled mind。 Soon； in her wanderings through Grianspog's tunnels； she had also begun to hear whispering in the earth's depths； chanting voices unlike anything she had ever experienced。
The idea of the ancient city had grown and flowered until it became far more important than anything happening within reach of sunlight。 Sunlight brought evil： the daystar was a beacon for disaster； a lamp that the enemies of Hernystir could use to seek out and destroy her people。 Only in the deeps did safety lie； down among the roots of the earth where the heroes and gods of elder days still lived； where the cruel winter could not。
Now； as she stood above this fantastic stone city…her city…a vast sense of satisfaction spread over her。 For the first time since her father King Lluth had gone away to battle Skali Sharp…nose； she felt peace。 True； the stone towers and domes spread across the rock canyon below did not much resemble the airy summer…city of her dreams； but there seemed small doubt that this was a place crafted by inhuman hands； and it stood in a place where no Hernystiri had walked since time out of mind。 If it was not the dwelling place of the deathless Sithi； then what was it？ Of course it was their city； that seemed laughably obvious。
〃Maegwin？〃 Eolair called； slipping through the half…open door。 〃Where are you？〃 The worry in his voice brought a tiny smile to her face； but she hid it from him。
〃I am here； of course。 Count。 Where you bade me stay。〃
He came and stood at her shoulder； gazing down。 〃Gods of storm and stone；〃 he said； shaking his head； 〃it is miraculous。〃
Maegwin's smile came back。 〃What else would you expect of such a place？ Let's go down and find those who live here。 Our people are in great need； you know。〃
Eolair looked at her carefully。 〃Princess； I doubt very much that anyone is living there。 Do you see anything moving？ And no lights are burning but our own。〃
〃What makes you think that the Peaceful Ones cannot see in darkness？〃 she said； laughing at the foolishness of men m general and clever ones like the count in particular。 Her heart was racing so that the laugh threatened to get away from her。 Safety！ It was a breathtaking thought。 How could anything harm them in the lap of Hernystir's ancient protectors？
〃Very well； my lady；〃 Eolair said slowly。 〃We will go down a short way； if these stairs are to be trusted。 But your people are worrying about you；〃 he grimaced； 〃…and me； too； before long。 We must return quickly。 We can always e back again later； with more folk 〃
〃Certainly。〃 She fluttered her hand to show how little such concerns affected her。 They would return with all her people； of course。 This was the place they would live forever； out of reach of Skali and Elias and the rest of the blood…soaked madmen above ground。
Eolair grasped her elbow； guiding her with almost laughable caution。 She herself felt the urge to skip down the rough…hewn stairs。 What could hurt them here？
They descended like two small stars falling into a great abyss； the flames of their lamps reflecting from the pale stone roofs below。 Their footsteps echoed out through the great cavern and rebounded from the invisible ceiling to be repeated m countless reverberations； returning to them as a rush of pattering sound like the velvet wings of a million bats。
For all its pleteness； the city nevertheless seemed skeletal。 Its inter…connected buildings were tiled in a thousand colors of pale stone； ranging from the white of a first snow through endless wan shades of sand and pearl and sooty gray。 The round windows stared like unseeing eyes。 The polished stone streets gleamed like the tracks of wandering snails。
They were halfway down the stairs when Eolair pulled up short； clasping Maegwin's arm close against his side。 In the lamplight his worried face seemed almost translucent； she fancied suddenly that she could see everything that was in his mind。
〃We have gone far enough； Lady；〃 he said。 〃Your people will be hunting for us。〃
〃My people？〃 she asked； pulling away。 〃Are they not your people； too？ Or are you now far above a mere tribe of cringing cave…dwellers； Count？〃
〃That is not what I mean； Maegwin； and you know it；〃 he said harshly。
That looks like pain in your eyes； Eolair； she thought。 Does it hurt you so to be yoked to a madwoman？ How could I have been fool enough to love you when I could never hope for more than polite forbearance in return？
Aloud； she said： 〃You are free to go whenever you wish； Count。 You doubted me。 Now perhaps you are frightened that you might have to face those whose existence you denied。 I； however； am not going anywhere but down to the city。〃
Eolair's fine features wrinkled in frustration。 As he unknowingly wiped a smear of lampblack onto his chin； Maegwin wondered suddenly what she looked like。 The long； obsessive hours of searching and digging and chipping away at the bolt that secured the great door floated in her mind like a poorly…remembered dream。 How long had she been down here in the depths？ She stared at her dirt…caked hands with a growing sense of horror…she must indeed look the part of madwoman…then pushed the thought away in disgust。 What did such things matter at an hour like this？
〃I cannot let you lose yourself in this place； Lady；〃 Eolair said at last。
〃Then e with me or bully me all the way back to your wretched camp； noble count。〃 She suddenly did not like the way she sounded； but it was said and she would not take it back。
Eolair did not show the anger she expected； instead； a weary resignation crept over his features。 The pain she had seen before did not go away； but rather seemed to sink deeper； spreading into the very lines of his face。
〃You made a promise to me； Maegwin。 Before I opened the door； you said you would heed my decision。 I did not believe you an oath…breaker。 I know your father never was。〃
Maegwin pulled