He came to meet me and I could not have made those last steps, few as they were, alone. Half guiding, half supporting, he brought me to his oasis of light and warmth. I leaned against a backing springy brush and held a small bowl, the warmth of its contents reaching my hands, the aroma making me eager to sip at a thick stew.

Kemoc-wearing the garb of Dahaun's people-even to the whip stock at his belt, yet looking as he had a hundred times before when we had shared patrol camps. And the familiarity of the scene was as soothing to my feeling of being under another's control, as the stew was to my hunger of body.

"You knew I was coming?" I broke the silence first, for he had allowed me those moments in which to soak up ease and rea.s.surance.

"She did-The Lady of Green Silences." He sounded a little restrained and aloof. "She told us you were taken-"

"Yes."

"They would not let Kaththea try to aid you. They put a mind lock on her!" Now his constraint was hostile. "But they could not hold me. So having wrought their own magic, they allowed me to come to see how well it worked."

A small flash of insight-did Kemoc, also, feel that he was now moved by another's will?

"Their magic." The beasts-yes, that could well be Dahaun's magic.

"They were not sure it would work-not in Estcarp. But it seems that it did, since you are here. Kyllan, why did you go?" he demanded of me hotly.

"Because I had to." And I told him of what and how it had chanced with me since my awaking from that dream in the Green Valley. Nor did I hide from him my concern over being used by some unknown authority for a reason I did not understand.

"Dahaun?" Again that sharpness.

I shook my head. "No, she did not wish it. But I tell you, Kemoc, in all of this we play a game, and it is not of our choosing or understanding. Least of all do I know why I was sent here and then allowed-no, ordered-to return again!"

"They say there is an ingathering of forces in Escore, a rallying of evil-and they summon their people also. The time of truce is past; both move now to a trial of strength. And I tell you, brother, hard as this may be, still I welcome it. For I do not relish this play behind a screen."

"Kaththea-you say they have mind locked her."

"Only until she would agree not to use her Power. They said it would only further awaken all we have to fear. She waits with the others, up there." He gestured at the mountain wall behind him. "With the day we shall join them."

This night I did not sleep dreamlessly. Once more I rode the fields of Escore in another guise-mailed, armed, ready for bared swords or worse. And with me was a force of those to choose to share shields. Among them were faces I knew from the past, but not all from a distant past. For, mailed and armed as was the custom in times of great danger. I saw the Lady Chriswitha. Once she smiled at me before she rode on and others of the Old Race took her place. But always we traveled with danger to the right and left, and a kind of desperation eating at us. There was a banner fashioned like a huge green bird (or could it have been a real bird many times life size?) and the wind appeared to whip it so the wings were ever spread in flight. Always we bore with us an axe's weight of death, not tribute, to satisfy any dark overlord.

"Kyllan!" I awoke with Kemoc's hand on my shoulder, shaking me into consciousness.

"You had ill dreams," he told me.

"Perhaps ill, perhaps otherwise. You shall have your open battles, Kemoc, one after another of them. Whether we shall cleanse the land or be buried in it-" I shrugged. "At any rate we have our hands, and swords for them to use. Though it may be that time does not favor us."

For the second time we climbed the cliff out of Estcarp. And for all the urgency riding me I moved slowly. But when we had reached the crest, before we moved on to the pa.s.s, I turned, as did Kemoc. He had a distance lens to his eyes. Suddenly his body tensed and I knew he had sighted something.

"What is it?"

His answer was to pa.s.s the lenses to me. Trees and rocks leaped up at me. Among them men moved. So they were a hunting on my track again? Well, that would not last; they would shy off from the forbidden lands as had those others. A large force-truly they wanted me badly.

Then I focused the gla.s.ses better and I saw one rider, another, a third. Unbelieving, I looked to Kemoc. He nodded, his surprise open to read on his face.

"You see truly, brother-those are in part women!"

"But-why? Wise Ones come to capture the fugitive for themselves?"

"What Wise One would bear a child in a riding cradle before her?"

I raised the lenses again, swept that company, found what he had earlier marked, a cloaked woman in the breeches meant for long and hard riding, but across her saddle the cradle of a child still too young to sit a pony.

"Some invasion-they being hunted before it-" I sought for the only explanation I could credit.

"I think not. They ride from the southwest. Invasion now would come only from Alizon in the north. No, I believe they are recruits-the recruits you were sent for, brother."

"That cannot be-women and children?" I protested. "And I told my story only at Hervon's manor where it was discredited when I named myself outlaw. There was no reason for them to-"

"No reason that you knew of," he corrected.

I do not know why at that moment I remembered something from my childhood. I had come into the hall at Etsford on one of those rare occasions when my father had visited us. Yes, it was the time that he had brought Otkell to be our tutor in arms. And he was speaking of something which had lately happened at Gorm. A Sulcar ship from overseas had drifted into harbor, all her crew dead on board. And in the Captain's cabin, written out in the log, the story of a plague picked up in a distant port, which spread from man to man. Those at Gorm towed the ship well to sea, set her afire to burn and sink, taking her dead with her. But all had come from one man, returning from sh.o.r.e leave with the seeds of death in him.

Supposing I had been sent to Estcarp carrying some such seed-not directly of disease and death, though the end result might well be the latter, but to infect those about me with the need to seek Escore? Wild as it was, that could be an explanation to answer more than one question.

Kemoc read it in my mind and now he took the lenses from me, to once more study those moving with such purpose towards us.

"They do not seem to be befogged,or otherwise blocked," he observed. "Your plague may already be well seated."

Women and children-no! A tail of fighting men, those with no ties who were long hardened by slim chances-that I had wished for. But to bring their families into the threat of shadowed Escore-No!

"It would appear that someone or something has plans for refounding a nation." Kemoc lowered the lenses.

"More players for the game!" I knew dull anger and also that such anger would not avail me. Nor would I take the lenses again as Kemoc held them out. This was my doing and I would have to answer for it.

"They cannot bring their mounts in," Kemoc said, becoming practical. I could almost have struck him for his quick acceptance of what was to come. "But with ropes their gear may be lifted, and they aided. Then, perhaps, horned ones waiting beyond the tree valley-"

"You are very sure they are coming to us," I shot at him.

"Because he is right!"

Kaththea stood behind us. Now she ran forward, her hand on my arm, on Kemoc's, linking us.

"Why?" Somewhere in her, I hoped, was an answer for me.

"Why do they come? Not all of them will, only those able to feel the call, the need. And why were you sent, Kyllan? Because you were the one of us who could best carry the seed of that call. In me the dream could not be set; I had too many Power safeguards implanted. In Kemoc also, for he was so close of mind that my block spread to him. So you had to be the carrier, the sower . . . and now comes the harvest!"

"To their deaths!"

"Some to death," my sister agreed. "But do not all living things abide with death from the first drawing of life breath? No man may order the hour of his dying if he travels by life's pattern. Nor can you bewail the chance, brother, which made you carry your dream into Estcarp. We stand in a time of chance and change, and move into new designs we do not understand. Play your life boldly as you always have. Do you blame the sword for killing? It is the hand and brain behind it which holds the responsibility!"

"And who is the hand and brain behind this?"

"Who can name the names of Eternal Ones?"

Her prompt reply startled me. That some still believed in those nameless forces beyond nature, man, or the world, I knew. That those of witch training would, I could not understand.

"Yes, Kyllan, the acquiring of learning does not mean the end of faith, even though some who stop too soon would swear that so. I do not know in whose pattern we begin to move now, nor do I deny that it may be a harsh one with sore troubles ahead. But we are caught in it and there is no turning back. Meanwhile, cease chewing fingers and become yourself!"

So was the incoming to Escore. And I, who had been challenging death since I first felt the weight of a sword above my hip, took on again that weight and others. For we did thereafter indeed buy Escore with steel, raw courage, and such witchery as was not tainted. And that winning is a marvelous tale which must have a full chronicle to itself. But this was the beginning of that tale, the sowing of the seed from which came later harvest-and it was the story of us three.