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don t let anyone else, either. Ryba pointed to the blade that Nylan had used
as a guide.  Use that if you have to.
 Yes, ser. Istril s eyes flickered to the.black blade on the stone.  You
made& that& ser?
 I tried, conceded Nylan.
 It s beautiful& sometime& could you forge me one?
 Istril should get one of the first ones.
Nylan sighed and nodded at the slight silver-haired marine.  It s cool now.
Pick it up and see if it s half as good as it looks.
 You mean it?
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Ryba and Nylan nodded.
Istril touched the hilt-designed to be wrapped in leather-and slowly lifted
the blade. She stepped back and lowered it, then smiled.
 Is it tough enough? Nylan asked.  Bend it or something.
Ryba lifted her blade.  Just blade to blade.
Nylan watched as they fenced, the silvery metal of the Sybran blade
glittering against the black of his.
After a time, they both lowered their weapons, and Ryba wiped her forehead.
A moment later, so did Istril.
 I think it might be better than mine, said Ryba,  at least in blade work.
It might not be balanced right for throwing.
 It s beautiful, said Istril.
Ryba looked at Nylan.
He nodded at Istril.  It s not perfect, but you may have it. The hilt needs
to be wrapped.
 It s too good for me.
 Then you ll have to get better for it, said Ryba.  In return for the
blade, you ll have to teach the engineer how to use one.
 Can I start now?
 After I eat, and only for a little, said Nylan.  We ve still got a tower
to build.
XVII
 I WAS NOT exactly amused by your reference to the chief wizard the other day
before Lord Sillek, begins Terek.
 You are the chief wizard, points out Hissl calmly,  and I only spoke the
truth. To have done otherwise&  He shrugs.
 There is truth, and there is truth, says Terek slowly, shifting his bulk
as he ambles toward the table with the screeing glass upon it.
Hissl remains silent.
 Let us see if you can find anything which may impinge upon these& fallen
angels. For if something does not, sooner or later we will be called to help
avenge Lord Nessil s death.
 The longer before we ride to the Roof of the World, the better.
 I would prefer never to ride there, replies Terek.
Hissl concentrates. The white mists part, and a half-built tower appears, a
tower whose walls seem as smooth as glass and as dark as winter water
unruffled by wind. A silver-haired man struggles to position a long slab of
stone to form the top step in a wide stone staircase.
 Great wizardry&  mumbles Hissl, the sweat beading on his forehead from the
effort to maintain the image.
 It would take a score of scores to take that tower even now with the
weapons they have. Terek paces away from the table.  Those stones seem
steeped in order.
 Could you not fire it? Hissl relaxes, and the image fades.
 Now-but what if they roof it with split slate? It would be two or three
eight-days before Lord Sillek could assemble a force and ride there. Can you
see Lord Sillek building siege engines upon the Roof of the World?
 He could, suggests Hissl.  Anything is possible for a great lord.
 You are so dense. What would Lord Ildyrom be doing once he discovered Lord
Sillek and his engineers and most of his armsmen were upon the Roof of the
World?
 So Lord Sillek leaves them alone? Is that so bad? It s only good for
summer pasture anyway, if. that. What does he lose?
 Honor& face. We told Lord Nessil about the strangers. If his son and heir
cannot defeat them, what do you think he will do to us? And it will be us, not
just me, Hissl. Hissl pulls at his chin.  It could be a cold winter.
 In irons below the castle, your hands and arms would be burned apart-if
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you lasted that long. Terek glances at the glass.  See if you can find
anything else.
 What?
 Anything.
Hissl concentrates once more, and a band of riders now appear in the
screeing glass, with one of the lead riders bearing a white banner with a dark
square in its center.
 Traders&  mused Terek.  Almost armed like bandits.
 Skiodra, probably&  muttered Hissl, the sweat beading more heavily on his
forehead with the effort of holding the second image.
 Can you open it a little more?
Hissl concentrates, and more sweat pours off his forehead, even as the
mists widen to reveal dark pines and rocks, and a needle peak in the
background.
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