Kay, Guy Gavriel - The Fionavar Tapestry 01 - The Summer Tree by Kay Guy Gavriel

Author:Kay, Guy Gavriel
Language: eng
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Chapter 9

In the morning came something unheard of: a hot, dry wind, bitter and unsettling, swept down into Paras Derval from the north.

No one could remember a hot north wind before. It carried with it the dust of bone-bare farms, so the air darkened that day, even at noon, and the high sun shone balefully orange through the obscuring haze.

The thunder continued, almost a mockery. There were no clouds.

"With all respect, and such-like sentiments," Diarmuid said from by the window, his tone insolent and angry, "We are wasting time." He looked dishevelled and dangerous; he was also, Kevin realized with dismay, a little drunk.

From his seat at the head of the council table, Ailell ignored his heir. Kevin, still not sure why he'd been invited here, saw two bright spots of red on the cheeks of the old King. Ailell looked terrible; he seemed to have shrivelled overnight.

Two more men entered the room: a tall, clever-looking man, and beside him, a portly, affable fellow. The other mage, Kevin guessed: Teyrnon, with Barak, his source. Gorlaes, the Chancellor, made the introductions and it turned out he was right, except the innocuous-seeming fat man was the mage, and not the other way around.

Loren was still away, but Matt was in the room, and so, too, were a number of other dignitaries.

Kevin recognized Mabon, the Duke of Rhoden, Ailell's cousin, and beyond him was Niavin of Seresh. The ruddy man with the salt-and-pepper beard was Ceredur, who had been made North Warden after Diarmuid's brother was exiled. He'd seen them at last night's banquet. Their expressions were very different now.

It was Jaelle, they were waiting for, and as the moments passed, Kevin, too, began to grow impatient with apprehension.

"My lord," he said abruptly to the King, "while we wait-who is Galadan? I feel completely ignorant."

It was Gorlaes who answered. Ailell was sunken in silence, and Diarmuid was still sulking by the window. "He is a force of Darkness from long ago. A very great power, though he did not always serve the Dark," the Chancellor said. "He is one of the andain-child of a mortal woman and a god.

In older days there were not a few such unions. The andain are a difficult race, moving easily in no world at all. Galadan became their Lord, by far the most powerful of them all, and said to be the most subtle mind in Fionavar. Then something changed him."

"An understatement, that," murmured Teyrnon.

"I suppose," said Gorlaes. "What happened is that he fell in love with Lisen of the Wood. And when she rejected him and bound herself instead to a mortal, Amairgen Whitebranch, first of the mages, Galadan vowed the most complete vengeance ever sworn." The Chancellor's voice took on a note of awe. "Galadan swore that the world that witnessed his humiliation would cease to exist."

There was a silence. Kevin could think of nothing to say. Nothing at all.

Teyrnon took up the tale. "In the time of the Bael Rangat he was first lieutenant to Rakoth and most terrible of his servants.

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