Darwath 3 - The Armies Of Daylight - Plot & Excerpts
Rudy asked. Ingold did not answer at once. In the black mists that now filled the Vale like a sea of clouds, all sounds were changed; some were muffled, and others were thrown into a curious distinctness, so that the clink of a single bridle bit or the sharp chuff! of a horse's blown breath sounded louder than the murmur of the ranks drawn up in the meadow below them, invisible in the fog. “Do you mean, are the Dark using him as they used Lohiro?” The wizard shook his head slowly. “No. Nor is he mad in the usual sense of the word.” Rudy shivered. He had seen the High King's eyes at the Winter Feast and again yesterday, in that terrible turmoil of reshuffled allegiances, unspoken accusations, and oaths of problematical fidelity. And one thing he knew: whatever else he was, King Elder Andarion was not sane. No surprise . The hideous, clammy darkness of the Nest returned to him, as it had in dreams past counting; he shuddered, trying to realize what it would be like to be trapped there, without hope of rescue… The fear of it had ridden his pillow through sleepless nights, ever since he himself had seen the Nest.
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