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.Olarun was no longerthere.Olarun, his own son& And Danton Danton was gone.Theboys room was shut, and no one not even Olarun opened thedoor.Aranur tried to bring some of Olarun s things from the roomthe two boys had shared, but his son put them back in the hallwayoutside the room as soon as Aranur turned his back.It was guilt, not his shoulder, that bothered the boy.Olarunrefused even to enter his mother s room.Each morning, he wouldgo to the doorway to see if Dion had opened her eyes before hewould turn away in silence.Aranur couldn t get him to speak ofwhat had happened.In the boy s eyes, it was his fault that Dantonhad died, that his mother lay like a statue.Aranur could almost seethe logic in Olarun s eyes: If he blamed himself, surely his fatherblamed him too?And Dion she lay still as death.It was weakness, said thehealers, from the loss of blood, but Aranur wasn t so sure.Therewas a quietness about her that disturbed him a quietness thatechoed in his mind where, before, the gray swell of the wolves hadrang with the tang of her voice.He found no solace in the assurancethat she needed sleep to heal.She was conscious, he knew; he couldfeel it in the way Hishn looked at her.But he could not reach her.He stared down at her body.His son, his mate& He stalked fromthe room like death.As though Dion s growing strength was reflected within the wolfpack, the wolves grew surly, then vicious.Twice they erupted intoviolence, fighting among themselves.The second time, Aranur andGamon were standing on the porch eating some of the soup broughtover by Tomi s Promised.One of the younger males slowly trottedtoo close to one of Gray Yoshi s bones, and the pack leader snarled.The young male didn t move fast enough out of the way.Instantly,the wolf pack was a frenzied mass of fur and snarls and slashing,ripping teeth.A moment later, it was over.The young maleyearling was dead.Aranur and Gamon stared at the wolf body. Moons above us, the older man murmured, his soup bowl forgotten in his hands. They killed one of their own. Aranur s voice had a stunnedquality.Gamon tried to shrug, but his eyes were caught by the limpnessof the wolf. Males always challenge males. Not that young.That male was a yearling he wasn t oldenough to challenge Yoshi or any other adult. Aranur started tostep down from the porch. He had to be sick for them to kill him.Iwant to take a look at the body. Gamon caught his arm. Might not be a good idea to walk intothat right now. Aranur hesitated.Gray Yoshi looked up and caught his gaze.There was an impact of anger and grief that hit him like a punch.He staggered.His soup splashed out.Gamon cursed.Aranur caught his balance against the porch post.He glanceddown at the soup bowl he had emptied over his and Gamon s boots. Sorry, he said belatedly. They got to you, didn t they? Aranur looked out at the wolves. That they did, he agreedsoftly. They re getting to Dion, too. I know it. The older man ran his hand through his gray hair. Somethinghas to break her out, Aranur.Something or someone. Aranur s voice was instantly sharp. I am trying, Gamon. Yes, you re trying, his uncle agreed. But it might not be youwho can reach her right now.She needs something else that sstronger.She s alert enough to hear the wolves we know that.Butshe doesn t seem to care. What do you want me to do? I ve talked to her.I ve urged her.I ve begged and pleaded with her to live.By the gods, I ve cursedher.I ve even had Tehena curse her and you know the kind ofvitriol that scrawny woman can spout.I ve brought nearly everyfriend Dion has to the house to try to force her to wake.By all themoons that ride the sky, I can barely stand to see her as she is. Hegestured impotently at the house. That& apathetic body inthere that s not my mate.That s not the Dion who climbs and runs and breathes the wilderness.That s not the woman who stoodwith me before the council, who Called the wolves, who fought withme to protect her right to ran her own trails.That body inthere that s not the Gray Wolf of Randonnen.Dion my Dion isthe one who conned me into camping out in a stinkweedpatch remember that? She s the one who put fireweed in myextractor bag.Who danced with me on Dawnbreak Cliffs.That inthere that s not my mate.That s what s left of someone when theperson is gone.It s nothing more than a shell. She ll heal, Aranur Aranur cut his uncle off with a gesture. It s not just her body,Gamon.It s her center her heart.Can t you see it? It s no longerthe heart of a wolf.It s broken shattered like glass.And I m notenough to mend it.Me, Olarun, Tomi, the wolves we re notenough to help her. Now Gamon sounded angry. So when Danton died, so did she?She s gone, and you re just going to accept that? Dammit, that s not what I m saying.It s just& She s just& Hehalf raised his fists to pound on the porch, then let them fallhelplessly.For a moment that seemed to hang between themforever, he stared into Gray Yoshi s eyes.Something old flickereddeep in the yellow gaze; some gray-bound grief released.Aranur sbreath caught like ice in his throat.When he could finally breatheagain, when he turned back to the house, Gamon followed insilence.The eyes of the wolves turned after them.Deep in the pack-song,a thread of gray shifted, twisted, curled around another thought.An older grief, brought by slitted eyes, washed through thememories.Longing swept back and forth in the packsong while thefire of the fevers burned away at their griefs, leaving only gravesbehind.The wolves howled, and Gray Yoshi stirred.He gatheredthose threads together.His yellow eyes gleamed as he blended thesong and sent it to Hishn s mind.At Dion s bedside, the gray wolf rose and placed her head on thebed next to the wolfwalker s arm.Softly, Hishn whuffed.Her whinewas so low that it was more mental than physical, and somehow itreached the wolfwalker.Dion didn t stir, didn t open her eyes, but a single tear formed atthe edge of her eyelashes.It hung for a moment, like hope before it falls.Then it slid down her face to her hair.VIIIDemon withinDoesn t hide in your heartHe is meshed with your SelfFrom which you can t part.When you feel Demon s touchHe is goading you on;When you feel Demon moveHe is guarding his own;When you hear Demon shriekHe has taken his holdNot of your heartBut your soul [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Olarun was no longerthere.Olarun, his own son& And Danton Danton was gone.Theboys room was shut, and no one not even Olarun opened thedoor.Aranur tried to bring some of Olarun s things from the roomthe two boys had shared, but his son put them back in the hallwayoutside the room as soon as Aranur turned his back.It was guilt, not his shoulder, that bothered the boy.Olarunrefused even to enter his mother s room.Each morning, he wouldgo to the doorway to see if Dion had opened her eyes before hewould turn away in silence.Aranur couldn t get him to speak ofwhat had happened.In the boy s eyes, it was his fault that Dantonhad died, that his mother lay like a statue.Aranur could almost seethe logic in Olarun s eyes: If he blamed himself, surely his fatherblamed him too?And Dion she lay still as death.It was weakness, said thehealers, from the loss of blood, but Aranur wasn t so sure.Therewas a quietness about her that disturbed him a quietness thatechoed in his mind where, before, the gray swell of the wolves hadrang with the tang of her voice.He found no solace in the assurancethat she needed sleep to heal.She was conscious, he knew; he couldfeel it in the way Hishn looked at her.But he could not reach her.He stared down at her body.His son, his mate& He stalked fromthe room like death.As though Dion s growing strength was reflected within the wolfpack, the wolves grew surly, then vicious.Twice they erupted intoviolence, fighting among themselves.The second time, Aranur andGamon were standing on the porch eating some of the soup broughtover by Tomi s Promised.One of the younger males slowly trottedtoo close to one of Gray Yoshi s bones, and the pack leader snarled.The young male didn t move fast enough out of the way.Instantly,the wolf pack was a frenzied mass of fur and snarls and slashing,ripping teeth.A moment later, it was over.The young maleyearling was dead.Aranur and Gamon stared at the wolf body. Moons above us, the older man murmured, his soup bowl forgotten in his hands. They killed one of their own. Aranur s voice had a stunnedquality.Gamon tried to shrug, but his eyes were caught by the limpnessof the wolf. Males always challenge males. Not that young.That male was a yearling he wasn t oldenough to challenge Yoshi or any other adult. Aranur started tostep down from the porch. He had to be sick for them to kill him.Iwant to take a look at the body. Gamon caught his arm. Might not be a good idea to walk intothat right now. Aranur hesitated.Gray Yoshi looked up and caught his gaze.There was an impact of anger and grief that hit him like a punch.He staggered.His soup splashed out.Gamon cursed.Aranur caught his balance against the porch post.He glanceddown at the soup bowl he had emptied over his and Gamon s boots. Sorry, he said belatedly. They got to you, didn t they? Aranur looked out at the wolves. That they did, he agreedsoftly. They re getting to Dion, too. I know it. The older man ran his hand through his gray hair. Somethinghas to break her out, Aranur.Something or someone. Aranur s voice was instantly sharp. I am trying, Gamon. Yes, you re trying, his uncle agreed. But it might not be youwho can reach her right now.She needs something else that sstronger.She s alert enough to hear the wolves we know that.Butshe doesn t seem to care. What do you want me to do? I ve talked to her.I ve urged her.I ve begged and pleaded with her to live.By the gods, I ve cursedher.I ve even had Tehena curse her and you know the kind ofvitriol that scrawny woman can spout.I ve brought nearly everyfriend Dion has to the house to try to force her to wake.By all themoons that ride the sky, I can barely stand to see her as she is. Hegestured impotently at the house. That& apathetic body inthere that s not my mate.That s not the Dion who climbs and runs and breathes the wilderness.That s not the woman who stoodwith me before the council, who Called the wolves, who fought withme to protect her right to ran her own trails.That body inthere that s not the Gray Wolf of Randonnen.Dion my Dion isthe one who conned me into camping out in a stinkweedpatch remember that? She s the one who put fireweed in myextractor bag.Who danced with me on Dawnbreak Cliffs.That inthere that s not my mate.That s what s left of someone when theperson is gone.It s nothing more than a shell. She ll heal, Aranur Aranur cut his uncle off with a gesture. It s not just her body,Gamon.It s her center her heart.Can t you see it? It s no longerthe heart of a wolf.It s broken shattered like glass.And I m notenough to mend it.Me, Olarun, Tomi, the wolves we re notenough to help her. Now Gamon sounded angry. So when Danton died, so did she?She s gone, and you re just going to accept that? Dammit, that s not what I m saying.It s just& She s just& Hehalf raised his fists to pound on the porch, then let them fallhelplessly.For a moment that seemed to hang between themforever, he stared into Gray Yoshi s eyes.Something old flickereddeep in the yellow gaze; some gray-bound grief released.Aranur sbreath caught like ice in his throat.When he could finally breatheagain, when he turned back to the house, Gamon followed insilence.The eyes of the wolves turned after them.Deep in the pack-song,a thread of gray shifted, twisted, curled around another thought.An older grief, brought by slitted eyes, washed through thememories.Longing swept back and forth in the packsong while thefire of the fevers burned away at their griefs, leaving only gravesbehind.The wolves howled, and Gray Yoshi stirred.He gatheredthose threads together.His yellow eyes gleamed as he blended thesong and sent it to Hishn s mind.At Dion s bedside, the gray wolf rose and placed her head on thebed next to the wolfwalker s arm.Softly, Hishn whuffed.Her whinewas so low that it was more mental than physical, and somehow itreached the wolfwalker.Dion didn t stir, didn t open her eyes, but a single tear formed atthe edge of her eyelashes.It hung for a moment, like hope before it falls.Then it slid down her face to her hair.VIIIDemon withinDoesn t hide in your heartHe is meshed with your SelfFrom which you can t part.When you feel Demon s touchHe is goading you on;When you feel Demon moveHe is guarding his own;When you hear Demon shriekHe has taken his holdNot of your heartBut your soul [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]