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She heard the in the house behind her, heard her own naray and windy su seemed unimportant at that arden of Chasewind Manor One had been a gift froesture as the man had reclaimed Chasewind Manor The other had coly, fronify the support of the new Abellican Church

Or was it still the Abellican Church? During the heated arguroup and any ould follow - and his opponent, Abbot Je&039;howith, had recognized that the list of fol-lowers ht splinter froin the Church of Avelyn

"They love us now," the woman said to the marker It was only a marker, for Elbryan&039;s body wasn&039;t interred there Pony would not allow it Her hus-band was to be buried in the grove beyond Dundalis, the place where he had found the grave of his uncle Mather and where he had earned Te Pal Elbryan&039;s casket

Pony could hardly believe he was gone She stood there, very still, trying to replay the events that had brought her to this terrible place But she could not fathom it all Half her soul had been torn away, and now she was e her the Mother Abbess, the leader of the Church King Danube had promised her much, perhaps even the barony of Pal-do heralded as a victory for the Crown At that ood, Pony hoped that none of it would come true, that they would all just leave her alone with her reat leader for the Church, perhaps take it in the direction Avelyn had espoused

She hardly cared

For all she kneas emptiness and helplessness, a sense of unreality that this terrible thing could not have happened When she thought back to the previous fall, pregnant in Caer Tinella,love with Elbryan on the field, she nearly toppled over eakness

A gentle hand touched Pony&039;s shoulder, and she turned to see Kalas, the interioing with them to the north?" Constance asked

"Tomorrow, perhaps," Pony answered noncommittally "Or if this busi-ness with the Church is not finished, then perhaps soo back to Dundalis, could not bear to watch Elbryan&039;s casket be lowered into the ground

They walked soleath-ered along the roads, htbird, was fast becoer and Bradwarden welcoh they knew their friend orthy of any honor bestowed him, they wanted to remember the truth of the h of its own accord, blurred by ridiculously exaggerated legend

This moment, Elbryan&039;s moment, would live on in theDanube Brock Ursal hient of Allheart horsemen led the way, and would accoh the northern gate of Palmaris to find many more folk, all the farmers of the northern fields Then another onlooker reared and cried out; hty Symphony on a hillock not far away

"He knows," Bradwarden assured Roger

As if on cue, the great stallion charged down the hill to join the past the Allheart soldiers, who sat in silent awe of the er and swifter than even their faai-ru horses

Symphony pawed at the caisson, and Bradwarden, ever attuned to the desires of horses, pulled the harness from over his head and strapped it on the stallion