s he looked around at his fellow prisoners； Deornoth's gaze stopped on Geloe。 The witch woman held Leieth in her lap； singing quietly into the child's ear as they both stared up at the darkening sky。
〃It seems madness that we should escape from Norns and diggers to end here。〃 Deornoth could not keep an aggrieved tone from his voice。 〃Geloe； you know charms and spells。 Could you not have magicked our captors somehow…put them to sleep； or turned yourself into a ravening beast and attacked them？〃
〃Deornoth；〃 Josua said warningly； but the forest woman needed no defending。
〃You understand little； Sir Deornoth； of how The Art works；〃 Geloe replied sharply。 〃First of all； what you call 'magic' has its cost。 If it could be easily used to defeat a dozen armed men； the armies of princes would be full of hired wizards。 Secondly； we have not been harmed yet。 I am no Pryrates： I do not waste my strength in puppet plays for the bored and curious。 I have a greater enemy to occupy my thoughts； more dangerous by far than anyone in this encampment。〃
As if giving such a long answer exasperated her…and indeed； Geloe seldom said so much at once…she fell silent； turning away to stare at the firmament once more。
Frustrated with himself； Deornoth shrugged off his blanket and stood。 Had it e to this？ What sort of knight was he； that berated an old woman for not saving him from danger？ A shiver of anger and disgust traveled through him； he clenched and unclenched his fists helplessly。 What could he do？ What strength did any of this ragged band have left to do anything？
Isorn was forting his mother。 Duchess Gutrun's remarkable courage had held through any number of horrors； but she seemed to have reached her limit。 Sangfugol was crippled。 Towser had virtually given in to madness。 The old man lay curled on the ground； his eyes fixed witlessly on nothing； seamed lips trembling as Father Strangyeard cried to help him drink from a bowl of water。 Deornoth felt another wave of despair rise and break within him as he walked slowly to the muddy log on which Prince Josua sat； chin on hand。
The manacle that had once prisoned him in Elias' dungeon still dangled on the prince's slender wrist。 Josua's thin face was painted with deep shadows； but the whites of his eyes gleamed as he watched Deornoth slump down beside him。 For a long while the two did not speak。 The sounds of lowing cattle and the shout and clatter of horsemen could be heard all around as the Thrithings…men brought in their herds for the night。
〃Welladay； friend；〃 the prince said at last。 〃I said it was a poor game at best； did I not？〃
〃We have done what we could； Highness。 No one could have done more than you。〃
〃Someone has。〃 For a moment； Josua seemed to regain his dry humor。 〃He is sitting his skeletal throne in the Hayholt； drinking and eating before a roaring fire； while we sit waiting in the slaughter pen。〃
〃He has made a foul bargain； Prince。 The king will regret his choice。〃
〃But we； I fear； will not be around when the reckoning es。〃 Josua sighed。 〃I am almost sorriest for you； Deornoth。 You have been the most faithful of knights。 If you had only found a better lord to be faithful to。。。〃
〃Please； Highness。〃 In his present mood； such words brought Deornoth real pain。 〃There is no one I would rather serve outside the Kingdom of Heaven。〃
Josua looked at him from the sides of his eyes； but did not reply。 A party of horsemen rode past the stockade； the palings rippling as the horses thundered by。
〃We are far from that kingdom； Deornoth；〃 the prince said at last； 〃but at the same time only a few breaths away。〃 His face was now hidden in darkness。 〃But death frightens me little。 It is the hopes I have crushed that weigh down my soul。〃
〃Josua；〃 Deornoth began； but the prince's hand on his arm stilled him。
〃Say nothing。 It is no more than the truth。 I have been a lodestar for disaster since the moment I drew breath。 My mother died birthing me； and my father's greatest friend Camaris died soon after。 My brother's wife died in my care。 Her only child has escaped my guardianship to suffer Aedon only knows what fate。 Naglimund； a keep built to hold siege for years； fell beneath me in weeks； countless innocents died horribly。〃
〃I cannot listen to this； my prince。 Would you take all the world's betrayals on your own back？ You did everything that you could！〃
〃Did I？〃 Josua asked seriously； as though he debated a point of theology with the Usirean brothers。 〃I wonder。 If things are fated； then perhaps I am merely a sorry strand in God the Highest's tapestry。 But some say that one chooses everything； even the bad。〃
〃Foolishness。〃
〃Perhaps。 But there is no doubting that an evil star has hung over all I have undertaken。 Hah！ How the angels and devils both must have laughed when I swore I would take back the Dragonbone Chair！ Me； with my ragtag army of priests and jugglers and women！〃 The prince laughed bitterly。
Deornoth felt anger boiling inside him once more； but this time it was his liege lord who was the cause。 It was almost breathtaking。 He had never thought he could feel like this。
〃My prince；〃 he said between clenched teeth； 〃you have bee a fool； a damnable fool。 Priests； jugglers； and women！ An army of mounted knights could scarcely have done more than your women and jugglers… and certainly could not have been braver！〃 Shaking with fury； he rose and stalked away across the muddy pound。 The stars seemed almost to tile in the sky。
A hand closed on his shoulder； pulling him around with surprising strength。 Josua stood stiffly as he held Deornoth at arm's length。 The prince jutted his head forward on his long neck； a bird of prey preparing to stoop。
〃And what have I done to you； Deornoth； that you speak so to me？〃 His voice was tight。
At any other moment Deornoth would have fallen to his knees； ashamed at his own disrespectfulness。 Now； he stilled his trembling muscles and took a breath before he spoke。 〃I can love you； Joshua； yet hate what you say。〃
The prince stared at him； his expression indecipherable in the evening dark。 〃I spoke badly of our panions。 That was wrong。 But I said nothing ill of you； Sir Deornoth 。 。 。〃
〃Elysia； Mother of God； Josua！〃 Deornoth almost sobbed； 〃I care nothing for myself！ And as for the others； that was only a careless remark that you made out of weariness。 I know you meant nothing by it。 No； it is you who are the victim of your own crudest treatment！ That is why you are a fool！〃
Josua stiffened。 〃What？〃
Deornoth threw his arms up in the air； rilled with the sort of giddy madness felt on Midsummer's Eve； when all wore masks and told the truth。 But here in the bull run there were no masks。 〃You are a better enemy to yourself than Elias can ever be；〃 he shouted； not caring anymore who heard。 〃Your blame； your guilt； your failed duty！ If Usires Aedon were to return to Nabban today； and again be hung on the Tree in the temple garden； you would find a way to blame it on yourself！ No matter who is speaking the evil； I will listen to a fine man slandered no longer！〃
Josua stared as if stunned。 The terrible silence was broken by the creak of the wooden gate。 Half a dozen men with spears pushed into the stockade； led by the one named Hotvig who had captured them on the Ymstrecca's banks。 He strode forward； peering around the shadowed pen。
〃Josua？ e here。〃
〃What do you want？〃 the prince asked quietly。
〃The March…thane has called for you。 Now。〃 Two of Hotvig's men moved up； lowering their spear points。 Deornoth tried to catch Josua's eye； but the prince turned away and walked out slowly between the two Thrithings…men。 Hotvig pulled the high gate shut behind them。 The wooden bolt creaked back into place。
〃You don't think that。。。 that they will harm him； do you； Deornoth？〃 Strangyeard asked。 〃They wouldn't hurt the prince； would they？〃
Deornoth sank down onto the muddy ground； tears rolling down his cheeks。
The interior of Fikolmij's wagon smelled of grease and smoke and oiled leather。 The March…thane looked up from his joint of beef to nod Hotvig back out the door； then returned his attention to his meal；