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The spear flared in an eye-searing whiteness that leftwith ruined vision Then the spear was a silver shaft, less brilliant, less otherworldly Mistral gazed at it as if it were so to his hand, and with the spear, legend had it, he could call and direct storms

The next skeletal bride went to Doyle He had a sword of power, and two ers that had been his for many years But I had asked for us to be armed, not just to pick and choose Of course, what lay in the figure&039;s hands didn&039;t look like a weapon It was a curved instrument formed of the horn of some animal I was not faes spilling off of it It had a strap so it could be worn across the body

There was a yell, and the huge nightflyer that had been fighting Tarlach landed beside us I had a htflyer, the would-be king of the sluagh, reached for what lay in the skeletal hands

Doyle did not try to stop hihtflyer&039;s four-fingered hand wrapped around the ancient horn He srin, and held it aloft There were so They knehat it was Did he?

He turned to us, still sed Doubt went across those flattened features, then his eyes widened and he whispered, "No"

Then he started to scream He screamed, and shrieked, and the sound echoed in the charasp, as if he couldn&039;t let it go He rolled on the ground, writhing and screa It destroyed his mind while atched

When he was still except for a feitches, Doyle walked to hi&039;s hand The hand was liht to hold it now

Doyle took the horn, and slipped the strap across his bare chest He looked around at the asse "It is the horn of the dark moon The horn of the hunter The horn of o Only the huntsic of the hunt is upon him"

Someone actually called out, "Then how do you hold it?"

"I am the huntsman I am always the huntsman" I wasn&039;t entirely certain that I understood what Doyle meant by that, but it seemed to satisfy the crowd I could ask for iven the only answer he had

There was one more skeletal lady on the stairs She carried a cloak of feathers across her arms She walked, not to us, but across the sand to where Tarlach lay in a heap on the ground I started to go to hirabbed h knowing that I could call the chalice and possibly save Tarlach ress of the skeleton in her graceful dress

She knelt beside the fallen nightflyer and covered him with the cloak She stood, and walked slowly back to join the others in their silent, waiting line

For a one to be helped by any legendary iteered to his feet with the feathered cloak fastened around hi on the white of his belly where he&039;d been hurt Then he launched hihtflyers launched skyward too, and suddenly the huge do out Then they landed on the sand, by the dozens, and were nightflyers when they touched ground

Tarlach said, "We will not need the gla to hide us e hunt We can hide ourselves" He bowed in his liquid way, and the other nightflyers followed hi without knees, but soraceful for it

There was movement in the benches around us, then I realized that everyone was bowing They were dropping to their knees, or their equivalent, in aSholto Queen Meredith!" The other throats took it up, until we stood in theSholto, Queen Meredith!"

I stood in the only kingdom in all of faerie where you could be voted queen, and the sluagh had spoken I was queen in faerie at last, just not the kingdo