.. And my mind tells me that in
time to come your path will lead you down into the valley and my road will
take me up the mountain-side,...until even our voices shall no longer reach
across." He came out of his dreaming abruptly. "It is not worth while to speak
further. I do not blame my foster-father that he is lifting the corner of his
mouth at me. And you--you think I am talking in my sleep. Leave me, as I
ordered you. There is no unfriendliness in my mind at this, but I can command
myself no further. Go."
Rothgar said, with some approach to formal courtesy, "I ask you to pardon it
that I have done what you dislike, for I wish that the least of all the world.
And I give you thanks for your gift." Their hands clasped strongly as the
trinket passed from grasp to grasp.
Then the sage and the soldier turned and strode past the cowering figure of
Randalin and out of the linen doorway.
Chapter V
Before The King
Know if thou hast a friend
Whom thou little trustest
Yet wouldst good from him derive
Thou shouldst speak him fair,
But think craftily,
And leasing pay with lying.
Ha'vama'l.
When the curtain had fallen behind his advisers, the young King threw himself
back upon his rude high-seat and rested motionless among its cushions, his
head hanging heavily upon his breast.
Crouching on her bench near the door, Randalin watched him as a fly caught in
a web watches the approaching spider.
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