"Be careful what you sacrifice to that future," Chay warned.

"I would sacrifice my own life if it would stop what I know is to come."

For the first time his father looked truly shaken. "Andry-you're right, I don't understand Sunrunners. I ought to. I've lived with your mother for-G.o.ddess, thirty-eight winters now!-I've two faradhi faradhi sons, and it looks as if my grandchildren will be Sunrunners as well. The destruction you tell me is coming-" sons, and it looks as if my grandchildren will be Sunrunners as well. The destruction you tell me is coming-"

Andry stiffened. "You don't believe in it."

"You do," Chay said softly. "So I must." do," Chay said softly. "So I must."

He had never felt so proud or so humble in his life. He put one hand on his father's arm, unable to speak. But the moment of warm communion dissolved with Chay's next words.

"I said before that people fear what they can't understand. It's also true that they can't be afraid of something they do do understand. You're turning Sunrunner arts and skills into magic. It's not merely that you can do things the rest of us can't. You're rubbing our noses in it. These invocations to the G.o.ddess, all the words taken from the old language that no one understands, elaborate rituals within your own community-" understand. You're turning Sunrunner arts and skills into magic. It's not merely that you can do things the rest of us can't. You're rubbing our noses in it. These invocations to the G.o.ddess, all the words taken from the old language that no one understands, elaborate rituals within your own community-"

"Who's been watching?" he demanded. "Pol? Sioned?"

The gray eyes held his in a level stare. "Your brother. And he doesn't much like what he's seen."

"Maarken?" The betrayal crippled his breathing for a moment. Alone-he was alone in this. Forbidden his home, undefended by his own parents, suspected by his family-and now this. Maarken, spying on him.

Chay's voice was heavy with weariness. "Andry, is it truly respect you're after? Wouldn't it be better to strive for trust? To work in the open so all can see and understand?"

"You do do fear me," he whispered. "All of you do." fear me," he whispered. "All of you do."

"You're my son," Chay rasped. "I want to trust you, but you're making it almost impossible. Why didn't you come to us when you first heard about the army marching on Dragon's Rest?"

"Why are you objecting to the use of Sunrunner power against Desert enemies? Isn't that what Andrade wanted?"

"She wanted a line of princes who were also Sunrunners. Not Sunrunners behaving as if they had all the rights and privileges of princes."

"Oh, I understand now," he said, bitterly angry and hurt. "All of you were amazed that I'd lift a finger to defend Dragon's Rest! You thought I'd watch laughing while it was destroyed!"

"Andry!"

"It's true, though, isn't it?" he raged. "Well, Ruval can can destroy Pol for all I care! Neither of them matters. Compared to the horror that's been in my mind for nine years now, no one else matters at all!" destroy Pol for all I care! Neither of them matters. Compared to the horror that's been in my mind for nine years now, no one else matters at all!"

"Except you?" Chay asked harshly.

Andry froze for an instant, then turned on his heel and strode off.

Rohan listened to Pol and Riyan without question or comment. When they had finished he said only, "Come with me." He led them to the library and office he shared with his wife and locked the door. This coupled with his silence made the young men fidget slightly. But their eyes popped half out of their skulls when he opened the secret place where the translated Star Scroll was kept.

"This is a copy of what Meath found on Dorval years ago. The original and another translation are at G.o.ddess Keep. You know about the Star Scroll, Pol, even though you've never seen it. Urival and Morwenna taught you some of what's in here. But only your mother and I knew where it was hidden. When I put it back, I'll show you how the compartment works. One day you may have to get at this in a hurry."

Pol came forward as he set the case on the double desk. But Riyan held back. Rohan glanced over at him.

"What's wrong?" he asked, knowing full well what troubled him.

"This is . . . a lot to trust me with," Riyan said uneasily.

Rohan smiled slightly as he unrolled the parchment. He'd guessed right-not too difficult. The son was much like the father, and he'd known Ostvel for half his life. "I trust you with the secret of dragon gold," he pointed out.

"But-this-" Riyan faltered.

"You're as curious as I am," Pol said impatiently. "Stop equivocating and get over here."

Brows arching at his son's vehemence, Rohan held the scroll open at its first page. "Urival insisted on reproducing this section exactly as it appears in the real thing. Two words and a border of stars."

" 'On Sorcery,' " Riyan whispered, standing at Pol's shoulder.

"Yes." He wound the scroll down to its opening sections. "The cunning part about the original is the interior code. It seems Lady Merisel was scholar enough to want this knowledge preserved. But she was also wise enough to hide what it contains from casual perusal. This is a decoded version. Everything in it is accurate. Which is why it's kept hidden."

"How much of this has Mother tried out?" Pol asked.

"Not much. She, too, is wise." He sat and began searching for the sections he wanted.

"Is there anything about shape-changing in here?"

"Nothing."

"Pity. It might have been useful."

"And dangerous," Riyan murmured.

Rohan chose to ignore the byplay. "Pol, you've remarked before that I wait for events to develop, that I don't act until I must. I have my reasons-even though I know you don't always agree with them." The Star Scroll spread out page by page, telling of power he could never possess-and didn't want to. "Nine years ago I let the pretender Masul live long enough to challenge your claim because rumor can become more real sometimes than truth. He had to be heard and defeated publicly or your right would always have been in doubt. What I didn't count on was sorcery. And Maarken nearly died because of my mistake."

"But that wasn't your fault-"

"I'm High Prince. That made it my fault-and my responsibility to kill him before he could kill Maarken. My mistake, my fault, my responsibility. That's what being High Prince is." He gestured for Riyan to hold the top of the scroll while he secured the bottom. "I determined then not to repeat the error. When Urival brought this to Stronghold, Sioned wasn't the only one who studied it. I know this scroll backwards, and the histories Meath found with it. They enabled me to invoke my rights in the matter of the Sunrunner in Gilad."

"You knew all along," Riyan said admiringly. "The words were there for you to use, and you did."

Rohan leaned back in his chair and blew out a long sigh. "Words," he repeated. "I told Andry the other day that all my life I've thrown words at problems. They're the weapons of a civilized man, or so I keep telling myself. But we're not civilized, none of us. We always have our knives within reach." He ran his fingertips over the parchment. "What are these words but a different kind of knife?"

"Power," Pol said flatly. "More effective than any knife."

Rohan heard him with sadness. The innocence Sioned had spoken of, the quality of being untouched, was gone from Pol's eyes and voice. He had not been sheltered in the ways Rohan had been, but it was clear he could no longer be protected.

"I knew all along that neither Andry nor Cabar would give up a whit of their privileges. But I had to wait until they pet.i.tioned me for a decision. I was hoping they'd work it out between themselves and spare my having to use the power given me by the scrolls. But each of you has power-the hidden knife, if you will-that's out of my reach. In this, I'm blind. But you're a Sunrunner, Pol. Riyan, you're gifted in both ways. Sorcery is without doubt the means Ruval will choose. So I give you this knife."

All the bright gold and bronze glints had left Riyan's dark eyes. "I still say that's a lot to trust us with."

To burden you with, he thought, hiding his melancholy behind a calm answer. "I wouldn't give it if I didn't trust you." he thought, hiding his melancholy behind a calm answer. "I wouldn't give it if I didn't trust you."

Pol bent over the scroll and read aloud, leaning one elbow on the desk. " 'The rabikor rabikor is bound only by rules agreed to before battle. Learn the traditions well, therefore, lest your opponent catch you in your ignorance and legally cast aside all honor, to your defeat.' " He glanced at Rohan. " is bound only by rules agreed to before battle. Learn the traditions well, therefore, lest your opponent catch you in your ignorance and legally cast aside all honor, to your defeat.' " He glanced at Rohan. "Rabikor-that's 'crystal battle' in the old language."

"A descriptive and accurate name. Rather too beautiful though, for a fight to the death."

"Just a moment," Riyan protested. "Does that mean if the other man knows the rules but you don't, he doesn't have to adhere to them?"

"Exactly. He's bound only by what's agreed to. Any unstipulated tactic is fair. I suggest you learn this section word for word," he added with deceptive mildness. "Anyone who breaks the stated rules, even if he wins, forfeits all rights and claims to whatever he challenged for. Read on."

Pol continued, " 'The first of the rules is this: that battle shall be between two persons only. Interference by another person is forbidden. Second, all Elements may be called upon as skill and power allow. Third, the Unreal may be used at any time.' " He frowned. "A reference to conjuring up horrors, the way Andry did."

"The part about all Elements worries me," Riyan confessed. "We can call Fire, of course, and Air-but spinning Water and Earth into it isn't something we ordinarily do."

"Learn," Rohan said succinctly, and Pol grimaced.

"Fourth, perath perath shall be constructed by three persons for each combatant. Within this dome of interwoven light the shall be constructed by three persons for each combatant. Within this dome of interwoven light the rabikor rabikor is fought. If any of the six die during the battle, they shall not be replaced. ' " He looked up again. " is fought. If any of the six die during the battle, they shall not be replaced. ' " He looked up again. "Perath? 'Needle wall'? No-'talon'!" 'Needle wall'? No-'talon'!"

"A tribute to dragons, one supposes. It keeps anyone from getting in-or out. The victor destroys the perath perath at battle's end." at battle's end."

Riyan hesitated. "Is it that dangerous, that its makers can die of it?"

"Evidently."

Pol continued, " 'Fifth, physical touch and weapons of iron, bronze, gold, silver, or gla.s.s are forbidden.' d.a.m.n. I can't take care of Ruval cleanly, it seems. I have to beat him through sorcery."

"Only if you agree to that condition," Riyan reminded him. "If it doesn't come up, you can do as you like."

"Hmm." Pol considered, looking troubled. "What's to keep us honest in this, Father? Not the witnesses. None has the power to enforce a forfeit if the rules are broken. Besides, Miyon's against us, Barig's representing a prince who's furious with us, and as for Andry-" He stopped and grimaced again. "He's not fool enough to want a sorcerer in my place, no matter how much he hates me."

Rohan nodded. "I trust you appreciate the irony. You're perceived as a Sunrunner even though you weren't trained at G.o.ddess Keep. Your defeat would shake confidence in all faradh'im faradh'im-not a desirable outcome as far as Andry is concerned. Oh, yes, he'll support you. He can't do otherwise."

"I don't know," Pol said, openly doubtful. "He was angry enough to make a lot of threats. But I still don't understand why either of us should keep to the rules."

Rohan shrugged. "Honor, on your part. The ancient ways on his, or so one hopes. Perhaps he's confident that you don't know know the rules." the rules."

"Pol . . . take a look at the sixth one," Riyan murmured.

He read it to himself, then blanched and read aloud. " 'Sixth, the use of dranath dranath is imperative. It shall be taken publicly in equal amounts by each combatant.' Father- is imperative. It shall be taken publicly in equal amounts by each combatant.' Father-dranath addicts, doesn't it?" addicts, doesn't it?"

"Yes. It won't make for a pleasant time as it fades. But neither will one dose chain you." He deliberately forgot Sioned's experiences with the drug, Hollis' terrible climb out of addiction.

"We have some available?" He shrugged irritably. "Stupid question."

"Forgivable," Rohan answered. "It's not every day one has to plan a battle against a sorcerer." He rose. "I'll leave you two with the scroll now. Read it through from here to the end. It'll tell you how to function with dranath dranath in your blood, and some specifics that may help you defeat Ruval." in your blood, and some specifics that may help you defeat Ruval."

Sioned was waiting in the hall and silently took his arm as they walked to their suite. When they were alone in the bedchamber, she flung her arms around him and shook.

"Hush," he whispered. "Sioned, sweet love-it'll be all right, I swear it."

Her voice was m.u.f.fled against his shoulder as she said, "Rialt told me. Rohan, it's worse than we ever suspected."

He held her away from him, frowning. "What is it? What's frightened you?"

"Ruala was the perfect choice as hostage. She's diarmadhi. diarmadhi."

"What?" Rohan's head spun. "Are you sure?"

"She sensed the sorcery before Riyan did with his rings."

"So he and Pol told me. But that doesn't mean-"

"Doesn't it? They'll call for the perath. perath. They need three against three They need three against three faradh'im. faradh'im. Marron was to be part of it, I'm sure of it. This woman Mireva is the second. And I know who they had in mind for their third." Marron was to be part of it, I'm sure of it. This woman Mireva is the second. And I know who they had in mind for their third."

He felt his fingers clench on her shoulders. "Riyan," he whispered.

She nodded. "With Marron dead, they were crippled. But they have Ruala, and she's of the Old Blood. She can be drugged into it-all that's really needed is her power, not her conscious cooperation."

"And Riyan won't let her go through it alone. We've both seen the looks they give each other. What they demand of him, he'll do."

"He'll have no choice."

Rohan paced away form her, thinking furiously. "He's in with Pol reading the Star Scroll now. That should help him."

"The perath perath can kill." can kill."

"So can I," he said.

"Rohan-no! It's gone too far for that! And how would you do it? You saw Andry destroy Marron-what you didn't sense was the effort it cost him, even though he knew more or less what to do!"

"Sioned, I can't let Riyan and Ruala fight that battle for me. I delayed too long in killing Masul nine years ago. I won't let-"

"There's more," she interrupted. "And worse."

He laughed harshly. "Of course there is. There always always is." is."

Sioned hesitated, not looking at him. "I went in to see Meiglan. Edrel met me outside her rooms and asked if she was all right after last night. I thought he meant when Marron's false shape vanished." She wrapped her arms around herself, trembling. "I told him it seemed she'd been helped to sleep shortly after it happened and had been sleeping ever since. And he-he said that wasn't possible because he found a lace veil belonging to her in Pol's room this morning. But she couldn't couldn't have been the one who left it there." have been the one who left it there."

"Rohan's throat closed as if a fist gripped it.

"Can you possibly imagine that pitiful child sneaking into a man's chamber, even on direct threat from her father? Besides, she was taken away in hysterics last night and I can't see her making a quick recovery."

"You . . . have evidence," he managed around the terrible constriction of fear.

She nodded. "I know some medicine. Tobin knows more, and Feylin more than both of us combined. Her mother was a physician. I had them confirm what I suspected. The amount of drug in Meiglan's wine produces identifiable levels of unconsciousness as it works. When I left her, she was in the last stages. The drug must must have been given only a little while after her so-called maidservant got her out of the Great Hall. Pol didn't leave us until much later than that." have been given only a little while after her so-called maidservant got her out of the Great Hall. Pol didn't leave us until much later than that."

"It won't work, Sioned." He heard the desperation in his voice and tried to control it. "You can't be sure whether or not the amount of drug was changed, added to since-"

"Both Tobin and Feylin confirmed it!"

"All three of you could be wrong!"

"But you know we're not." She wilted into a chair. "You know it as well as I do, Rohan."