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.He usually didn t get lightsick but then, he dnever used so much magic as he had yesterday, either.Not since Sundered Rock, and he d been youngthen. It s almost noon on Sun Day? he asked. We thought it best to spare you greeting the sun and the dawn processional.It was going be a moreinformal Sun Day this year, regardless.Orholam will forgive us. Mother, what are you doing here? It s time& Gavin. Time? For my Freeing.Gavin felt a wave of cold dread course down his body from head to toe.No.Not his mother.She dsaid sometime in the next five years.She d given him time to prepare, but it couldn t be this early. Father? he asked instead.She folded her hands in her lap, her voice holding quiet dignity. Your father has made far too manydecisions for me.The Freeing is between a drafter and Orholam.Page 326  So he doesn t know, Gavin said. I m sure he knows bynow , she said, a little sparkle in her eyes. Youran away ? And that would have been what it was, too.She would have slipped out at night,bribed a ship captain some obscene amount, and gone before Andross Guile s spies could even reportback.She would have chosen the fastest ship in port so that even if Andross sent a ship with the nexttide, his men would still arrive too late.It was, Gavin had to admit, brilliant.And it would not go over well with Andross Guile.Not at all.She was quiet for a long moment. Son, I ve told your father I wished to join the Freeing every year forthe last five years.He forbade it.I can feel myself slipping away.I haven t drafted for three years, andmy life feels gray.I love your father dearly, but he s always been a very selfish man.Andross wants tohold on to his life and his power forever, and he doesn t want to be alone.I& pity him, son, and I vegiven him these years for the love we once shared.You know I m loyal, but we both know he ll see thisas a betrayal.And I know that he ll blame you rather than himself, but if I have to choose between myduty to your father and my duty to Orholam&  Orholam wins.She patted his knee. I ve sent a courier to Corvan Danavis  Corvan s alive? At the wall, I was afraid& She smiled sadly. He s well.But your defenders lost the wall, despite your heroics.My heroics.Only his mother could talk about his heroics without a hint of irony in her voice.Whatwould you think about that, down in your prison, brother? Anyway, I ve sent a courier to let him know you re awake.I m glad to see him again.He s a goodman. She knew, of course, that Corvan had taken a life in exile in order for Gavin s masquerade towork, but as always, she was circumspect, just in case there were spies eavesdropping.Gavin s motherhad always had a gift for figuring out how to live her life and let her opinions be known despite thepressures of court life and the demands of protocol, secrecy, and discretion. I ll see you tonight, son.Gavin got dressed slowly after she left, testing his body to see if he d done any permanent damage withyesterday s exertions.He was sore, but he surely deserved worse.His muscles would loosen up as theday progressed, and he thought he d be ready to draft the necessities this evening.Past noon on a SunDay.There was a quick little flurry of light knocks on the door, the tempo of an old song he and Corvan usedto enjoy.The door opened.Corvan came in. You re up. He sounded surprised. Not much the worse for wear.Thanks for letting me sleep in, but you know you need my help today.What s the situation? Gavin was lacing up his shirt.Corvan grabbed Gavin s face in both of his hands and stared in his eyes.Gavin slapped his hands toknock them away, but Corvan held him firmly.Page 327  What the hell are you doing? Gavin demanded. You should be dead, Corvan said. Do you remember how much you drafted yesterday? I remember it vividly, thank you, including quite a headache that you re not making any better.After staring for a few more moments, Corvan released him. I m sorry, Lord Prism.They say there aresigns when a Prism starts dying.I have no idea what they are, but I figured if anything would break you, itwould be what you did yesterday.Even a Prism shouldn t be able to draft that much.But your eyes lookfine.Gavin shrugged it off. How did we lose the wall?Corvan blew out a breath. Rask Garadul is either brilliant and crazy, or just crazy, that s how. So no one shot that moron as he charged the gate? They got lucky.I think you scared both sides half to death with& with what you did.The snipers wereshaking so hard they couldn t hit an easy target.Then, when the men saw that Rask was charging andyou had fallen, they thought you were dead that he d somehow defeated you.The Blackguards pulledout to take you to safety and most of the best Tyreans we had had already been killed in the fighting. Hepinched his nose between his eyes.Tension headaches.Gavin had forgotten how Corvan always gotthose when there was fighting to be done.Gavin could imagine it now the Prism down, the eliteBlackguards suddenly pulling out, and the enemy charging as if unfazed by all Gavin had done.Nowonder the Tyreans had lost courage. So King Garadul s men joined his charge and what& our men melted? Got massacred? What? They actually held the gate for a few minutes.They bungled the troop refresher maneuvers I tried toteach them, though. 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