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.They seemed to closely entwined. I don t think I can do that, she told him quietly. Try. The magic is not strong enough. Try anyway, he cut her short.So she sang, the wishsong enfolding the other sounds of the forest until there was nothing else, risingbrightly into the morning air.The elm shuddered, limbs quaking in response.Brin lifted the pitch of hersong, sensing the tree s resistance, and the words formed a harder edge.The stunted trunk of the elmdrew back from the oak, its limbs scraping and tearing and its leaves ripped violently from their stems.Then, with shocking suddenness, the entire tree seemed to heave upward and explode in a shower offragmented limbs, twigs, and leaves that rained down across the length of the hollow.Astonished, Brinstumbled back, shielding her face with her hands, the wishsong dying into instant stillness.She wouldhave fallen but for Allanon, who caught her in his arms, held her protectively until the shower hadsubsided, then turned her to face him. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html What happened.? she began, but he quickly put a finger to her lips. Power, Valegirl, he whispered. Power in your wishsong far greater than what you have imagined.That elm could not disentangle itself from the oak.Its limbs were far too stiff, far tooheavily entwined.Yet it could not refuse your song.It had no choice but to pull free-even when the resultmeant destroying itself! Allanon! She shook her head in disbelief. You have that power, Brin Ohmsford.As with all things magic, there is a dark side-as well as a light. The Druid s face came closer. You have played with changing the colors of a tree s leaves.Think whatwould happen if you carried the seasonal change you wrought to its logical conclusion.The tree wouldpass from autumn into winter, from winter into spring, from seasonal change to seasonal change.At last itwould have passed through the entire cycle of its life.It would die. Druid. Rone warned and started forward, but a single dark glance from the other s eyes froze him inhis tracks. Stand, Prince of Leah.Let her hear the truth. The black eyes again found Brin s. You have playedwith the wishsong as you would a curious toy because that is all the use you saw for it.Yet you knew thatit was more than that, Valegirl-always, deep inside, you knew.Elven magic has always been more thanthat.Yours is the magic of the Elfstones, born into new form in its passage from your father s blood toyour own.There is power in you of a sort that transcends any that has gone before-latent perhaps, yetthe potential is unmistakable.Consider for a moment the nature of this magic you wield.The wishsongcan change the behavior of any living thing! Can you not see what that means? Supple brush can be madeto part for you, giving you access where there was none before.Unbending trees can be made to part aswell, though they shatter with the effort.If you can bring color to leaves, you can also drain it away.Ifyou can cause flowers to bloom, you can also cause them to wilt.If you can give life, Brin, you can alsotake it away. She stared at him, horrified. What are you saying? she whispered harshly. That the wishsong can kill?That I would use it to kill? Do you think.? You asked to be shown something of its use, Allanon cut short her protestations. I have simply doneas you wished.But I think now you will no longer doubt that the magic is much more than you thought itwas. Brin s dusky face burned with anger. I no longer doubt, Allanon.Nor should you doubt this-that evenso, I would never use the wishsong to kill! Never! The Druid held her gaze, yet the hard features softened slightly. Not even to save your own life? Orperhaps the life of the highlander? Not even then? She did not look away. Never. The Druid stared at the Valegirl a moment longer-as if to measure in some way the depth of hercommitment.Then abruptly he wheeled away and started back toward the slope of the hollow. You have seen enough, Brin.We have to get on with our journey.Think about what you have learned. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlHis black form disappeared into the brush.Brin stood where he had left her, aware suddenly that herhands were shaking.That tree! The way it had simply shattered, torn apart. Brin. Rone was standing before her, and his hands came up to grip her shoulders.She winced at theirtouch. We can t go on with him-not anymore.He plays games with us as he has done with all the others.Leave him and his foolish quest and come back with me now to the Vale. She stared at him a moment, then shook her head. No.It was necessary that I see this. None of this is necessary, for cat s sake! His big hands drew back and fastened about the pommel ofthe Sword of Leah. If he does something like that again, I ll not think twice. No, Rone. She put her hands over his.She was calm once more, realizing suddenly that she hadmissed something. What he did was not done simply to frighten or intimidate me.It was done to teachme, and it was done out of a need for haste.It was in his eyes.Could you not see it? He shook his head. I saw nothing.What need for haste? She looked to where the Druid had gone. Something is wrong.Something. Then she thought again of the destruction of the tree, of the Druid s words of warning, and of her vow.Never! She looked quickly back at Rone. Do you think I could use the wishsong to kill? she askedsoftly.For just an instant he hesitated. No. Even to save your life? she thought.And what if it were not a tree that threatened, but a living creature?Would I destroy it to save you? Oh, Rone, what if it were a human being? Will you still come with me on this journey? she asked him.He gave her his most rakish smile. Right up to the moment when we take that confounded book andshred it. Then he bent to kiss her lightly on the mouth, and her arms came up to hold him close. We ll be allright; she heard him say.And she answered, I know. But she was no longer sure.6When Jair Ohmsford regained consciousness, he found himself trussed hand and foot and securelylashed against a tree trunk.He was no longer in the hunting lodge but in a clearing sheltered by closelygrown fir that loomed over him like sentinels set to watch.A dozen feet in front of him, a small fireburned, casting its faint glow into the shadowed dark of the silent trees.Night lay over the land. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html Awake again, boy? The familiar, chiding voice came from out of the darkness to his left, and he turned his head slowly,searching.A squat, motionless figure crouched at the edge of the firelight.Jair started to reply, thenrealized that he was not only tied; he was gagged as well. Oh yes, sorry about that, the other spoke again. Had to put the gag in, of course.Couldn t have youusing your magic on me a second time, could I? Do you have any idea how long it took me to get out ofthat wood bin? Jair sagged back against the tree, remembering.The Gnome at the inn-that was who had followed him,caught up with him at Rone s hunting lodge, and struck him from behind [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.They seemed to closely entwined. I don t think I can do that, she told him quietly. Try. The magic is not strong enough. Try anyway, he cut her short.So she sang, the wishsong enfolding the other sounds of the forest until there was nothing else, risingbrightly into the morning air.The elm shuddered, limbs quaking in response.Brin lifted the pitch of hersong, sensing the tree s resistance, and the words formed a harder edge.The stunted trunk of the elmdrew back from the oak, its limbs scraping and tearing and its leaves ripped violently from their stems.Then, with shocking suddenness, the entire tree seemed to heave upward and explode in a shower offragmented limbs, twigs, and leaves that rained down across the length of the hollow.Astonished, Brinstumbled back, shielding her face with her hands, the wishsong dying into instant stillness.She wouldhave fallen but for Allanon, who caught her in his arms, held her protectively until the shower hadsubsided, then turned her to face him. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html What happened.? she began, but he quickly put a finger to her lips. Power, Valegirl, he whispered. Power in your wishsong far greater than what you have imagined.That elm could not disentangle itself from the oak.Its limbs were far too stiff, far tooheavily entwined.Yet it could not refuse your song.It had no choice but to pull free-even when the resultmeant destroying itself! Allanon! She shook her head in disbelief. You have that power, Brin Ohmsford.As with all things magic, there is a dark side-as well as a light. The Druid s face came closer. You have played with changing the colors of a tree s leaves.Think whatwould happen if you carried the seasonal change you wrought to its logical conclusion.The tree wouldpass from autumn into winter, from winter into spring, from seasonal change to seasonal change.At last itwould have passed through the entire cycle of its life.It would die. Druid. Rone warned and started forward, but a single dark glance from the other s eyes froze him inhis tracks. Stand, Prince of Leah.Let her hear the truth. The black eyes again found Brin s. You have playedwith the wishsong as you would a curious toy because that is all the use you saw for it.Yet you knew thatit was more than that, Valegirl-always, deep inside, you knew.Elven magic has always been more thanthat.Yours is the magic of the Elfstones, born into new form in its passage from your father s blood toyour own.There is power in you of a sort that transcends any that has gone before-latent perhaps, yetthe potential is unmistakable.Consider for a moment the nature of this magic you wield.The wishsongcan change the behavior of any living thing! Can you not see what that means? Supple brush can be madeto part for you, giving you access where there was none before.Unbending trees can be made to part aswell, though they shatter with the effort.If you can bring color to leaves, you can also drain it away.Ifyou can cause flowers to bloom, you can also cause them to wilt.If you can give life, Brin, you can alsotake it away. She stared at him, horrified. What are you saying? she whispered harshly. That the wishsong can kill?That I would use it to kill? Do you think.? You asked to be shown something of its use, Allanon cut short her protestations. I have simply doneas you wished.But I think now you will no longer doubt that the magic is much more than you thought itwas. Brin s dusky face burned with anger. I no longer doubt, Allanon.Nor should you doubt this-that evenso, I would never use the wishsong to kill! Never! The Druid held her gaze, yet the hard features softened slightly. Not even to save your own life? Orperhaps the life of the highlander? Not even then? She did not look away. Never. The Druid stared at the Valegirl a moment longer-as if to measure in some way the depth of hercommitment.Then abruptly he wheeled away and started back toward the slope of the hollow. You have seen enough, Brin.We have to get on with our journey.Think about what you have learned. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlHis black form disappeared into the brush.Brin stood where he had left her, aware suddenly that herhands were shaking.That tree! The way it had simply shattered, torn apart. Brin. Rone was standing before her, and his hands came up to grip her shoulders.She winced at theirtouch. We can t go on with him-not anymore.He plays games with us as he has done with all the others.Leave him and his foolish quest and come back with me now to the Vale. She stared at him a moment, then shook her head. No.It was necessary that I see this. None of this is necessary, for cat s sake! His big hands drew back and fastened about the pommel ofthe Sword of Leah. If he does something like that again, I ll not think twice. No, Rone. She put her hands over his.She was calm once more, realizing suddenly that she hadmissed something. What he did was not done simply to frighten or intimidate me.It was done to teachme, and it was done out of a need for haste.It was in his eyes.Could you not see it? He shook his head. I saw nothing.What need for haste? She looked to where the Druid had gone. Something is wrong.Something. Then she thought again of the destruction of the tree, of the Druid s words of warning, and of her vow.Never! She looked quickly back at Rone. Do you think I could use the wishsong to kill? she askedsoftly.For just an instant he hesitated. No. Even to save your life? she thought.And what if it were not a tree that threatened, but a living creature?Would I destroy it to save you? Oh, Rone, what if it were a human being? Will you still come with me on this journey? she asked him.He gave her his most rakish smile. Right up to the moment when we take that confounded book andshred it. Then he bent to kiss her lightly on the mouth, and her arms came up to hold him close. We ll be allright; she heard him say.And she answered, I know. But she was no longer sure.6When Jair Ohmsford regained consciousness, he found himself trussed hand and foot and securelylashed against a tree trunk.He was no longer in the hunting lodge but in a clearing sheltered by closelygrown fir that loomed over him like sentinels set to watch.A dozen feet in front of him, a small fireburned, casting its faint glow into the shadowed dark of the silent trees.Night lay over the land. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html Awake again, boy? The familiar, chiding voice came from out of the darkness to his left, and he turned his head slowly,searching.A squat, motionless figure crouched at the edge of the firelight.Jair started to reply, thenrealized that he was not only tied; he was gagged as well. Oh yes, sorry about that, the other spoke again. Had to put the gag in, of course.Couldn t have youusing your magic on me a second time, could I? Do you have any idea how long it took me to get out ofthat wood bin? Jair sagged back against the tree, remembering.The Gnome at the inn-that was who had followed him,caught up with him at Rone s hunting lodge, and struck him from behind [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]