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’An unseen war has begun, Paran The warrens themselves are under assault -- I can feel the pressure within the Deck of Dragons, though I have yet to rest a hand upon one An ar … assembled, perhaps, and you -- a soldier -- are part of that army’
Oh yes, so speaks Tattersail ’I have enough wars to fight, Silverfox…’
Her eyes glistened as she looked up at him ’Perhaps, Ganoes Paran, they are all one war’
’I’ns It’s -- it’s tearing me apart’
’I know You cannot hide your pain from me -- I see it in your face, and it breaks my heart’
He looked away ’I have drea’
’Do you run from that child?’
’Aye,’ he admitted shakily ’Those screams are … terrible’
’You ht will close your heart’
He turned to her ’My love’ -- words to manipulate my heart? ’Who is that child?’
She shook her head ’I don’t know A victim in the unseen war, perhaps’ She attee has been tested before, Paran, and it did not fail’
Gri, he muttered, ’There’s always a first time’
’You are the Wanderer within the Sword The card exists’
’I don’t care’
’Nor does it,’ she retorted ’You don’t have any choice-’
He rounded on her ’Nothing new in that! Now ask Oponn hoell I perfore ’I doubt the Till ever recover The wrong choice, Tattersail, I a choice !’
She stared up at hied
Suddenly deflated, Paran turned away His gaze fell on the Mhybe, Whiskeyjack, Mallet and Quick Ben The four had not moved in all this time Their patience -- dammit, their faith -- ly Every damned one of you But he knew they would not listen ’I know nothing of the Deck of Dragons,’ he said dully
’If we’ve the time, I will teach you If not, you will find your oay’
Paran closed his eyes The pain in his sto wave he could no longer push back Yes, of course Tattersail could do no less than she has done There you have it then, Whiskeyjack She now leads, and the others follow A good soldier, is Captain Ganoes Paran …
In his htions of chained souls ceaselessly dragging their ion, a cold, dark void, froate into Kurald Galain, the warren of Darkness The sword gathers souls to seal it such a wound it runted at a wave of pain Silverfox’s small hand reached up to touch his arm
He almost flinched at the contact