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。 She could see the shields where they had fallen。
Someone hammered downwards； was blocked。 He broke free； feinted a thrust； slashed across。
And was not parried。 Not this time。
The long blade sank in。 They could see it from on the hill。 Jehane began to cry。 The wounded man pulled free and back； somehow deflected another driving blow。 Then he twisted suddenly； one arm held tight against his ribs。 Jehane saw him take a quick step to the side and grip his sword in both hands。 It was upon them。
Who knows love？
Who says he knows love？
What is love； tell me。
An old song。 A child's song。
And so； at the last； from far away； against the red and failing light； she saw a good man raise his sword and she saw a good man fall。
There came a vast roaring sound from the armies。 But though she was aware of this it seemed already distant to Jehane； and moving away； as if a silence was descending to cover the world。
The man who yet stood upright on the plain turned towards the hill where the women were。 He let fall his own blade onto the dark； trampled grass。 Holding a palm again to his wounded side； he made a gesture…a small； helpless movement…with his free hand。
Then he turned away from them to the man lying on the ground and he sank to his knees beside him as the sun went down。
Soon after that the clouds began rolling in from the west； blanketing the sky。
No sun； no moon； no stars over Al…Rassan。
Epilogue
The rapid resettlement of the Kindath munity of Sorenica in Batiara was something that could be regarded in a number of different ways。 Burned to the ground nearly twenty years before； on the eve of the disastrous Jaddite campaign against the Asharite homelands in the east； Sorenica had been rebuilt and was thriving again。
Some viewed this as a sad demonstration of the Kindaths' desperate desire for roots and a home…any kind of home； however precarious。 Others saw the speedy restoration of a devastated city as emblematic of endurance in the face of hardships that would have destroyed a people with a lesser heritage to sustain them。
The Kindath physician Alvar ben Pellino； who had been one of the first to settle here in his youth…he had pleted his studies at the newly re…established university…had a different perspective from most； and a more pragmatic view。
Men and women of all faiths struggled to find ways to shape a life for themselves and their children。 When opportunities emerged they were grasped。 Sorenica's revival was simply such an opportunity being seized。
In the aftermath of their army's destruction twenty years ago； the Jaddite princes of several kingdoms had been informed by their spiritual advisors that the god had not been pleased by the brutal attack on Sorenica before the fleet sailed。 The Kindath had not been the real targets of that holy war； the clerics solemnly decreed； conveniently forgetting their own role in the massacre。 Sorenica's destruction； they decided； had represented a failure of piety； a deviation from proper awareness of the holy mission that lay ahead。
Jad had sent his punishments： storm winds at sea； sickness； murder among princes； deaths in battle in far…off； inhospitable lands。
Those leaders and their followers who finally came home two long years later had wearily agreed to make atonement for the Sorenica massacre。 The Kindath had been invited back； royal monies were allocated for the rebuilding of their sanctuaries； markets； houses； the university； the harbor； warehouses； city walls。 Taxes were remitted for all who agreed to settle there in those first years。 The highest lords of Batiara…many of them the sons of men who had died in the Asharite homelands…put their seals to a long； clerkly document drawn up to attest to the assured safety of Sorenica and its inhabitants。
One did not have to believe such things； Alvar ben Pellino thought； striding quickly past the stalls of the market towards the harbor； to have decided that in an uncertain； violent world； Sorenica offered no more risks than anywhere else and a few benefits not otherwise available。
In his case； more than a few benefits； in that long…ago year when they'd escaped the savagery that was consuming Esperana and Al…Rassan； tearing the peninsula apart the way wild beasts shred a carcass。
Ben Pellino was well…known and well…loved in Sorenica。 Hasten as he might； his progress towards the harbor was slow。 Every few steps he was forced to stop and exchange pleasantries with someone or another。 A surprising number of men and women wished him the moons' blessing on his fortieth birth day。 The Kindath； with their charts of birth； paid more attention to such days than his own people had： a small adjustment among larger ones。
It was his daughters； Alvar gradually understood； who had been busily informing everyone。 Ruefully smiling； he acknowledged all the good wishes； agreeing with cheerful suggestions that his youth was now behind him。
He'd had a highly dramatic life in his early years and people knew something of that。 He'd been a Horseman and even a royal herald in Valledo； before ing away from that peninsula； adopting the Kindath faith and beginning his training in medicine。
He was much sought after and trusted as a physician： calm； learned； reassuring。 A steady hand and eye in surgery。 His services had once been in demand among the mercenary armies of Batiara but he had never gone with the soldiers； ever。 A season's summons to a princely court he would accept…to deliver children； attend to gout； couch cataracts…but never a position with an army in the field。 Had he wanted to tread or ride a battlefield； ben Pellino said calmly to all who asked； he would still be a Horseman in the army of Ramiro the Great of Esperana。
He was a doctor； he said； and his labor was preserving and easing life。 He would not； given a choice； freely venture into death's own domain of war。
His wife did so； however。 Also a physician…an even better one in the view of some； since she'd been trained from childhood by her celebrated father…she was not averse to a campaign or two among the armies。 One saw injuries and ailments in the field that could only serve to broaden and deepen a doctor's knowledge。 Her father had done the same thing in his day。
Alvar； disengaging from yet another well…wisher； made a mental note to chastise his daughters when he returned home。 They'd no business proclaiming his advancing years to the whole munity！ He didn't look forty； everyone said as much。 He wasn't ready to be venerable and sage； unless it helped in disciplining two girls hovering precariously on the brink of womanhood。 In the case of his daughters Alvar rather doubted anything would greatly help。
On the other hand； they were the ones who had decided to have a celebration today； and who'd been busy all week preparing it。 They'd ordered the cook out of the kitchen。 They had been making the confections themselves。 His wife； more sympathetic to his desire to pass the day quietly； had tried to deter them…to no avail。 When the two girls acted in tandem； the idea of deterrence was naive。
Knowing he was expected home by now for the celebration； Alvar hurried along the slip where ships from all over the world were loading or off…loading cargoes。 He looked for and found the one with an Esperanan flag： yellow sun on a pale blue field； Queen Vasca's crown above it。
A boy from the docks had run a message to their treatment rooms。 A letter was waiting for them； entrusted to the captain。 Alvar had finished with his patients first and had e to collect it。
He didn't recognize the captain who granted him permission to board the ship。 They exchanged pleasantries。
He did know the writing and the seal； and he took a deep breath when he accepted the salt…stained packet from the man。 It was addressed to him and Jehane both； so after offering his thanks and a silver coin and striding back down to the wooden planks of the wharf； Alvar opened it。 Normally he let Jehane read their mail from Esperana first； but today was his birth day； after all； and he allowed himself this much luxury。 He was immediately sorry。
My dear Jehane； my dear Alvar； he read； may the