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   Now Mark's groping fingers found his dropped arrow; and he rose with it in his hand。 He could feel his own body moving with what seemed to him terrible slowness。
   Townsaver had e smoothly back to guard position; the sound that issued from it subsiding to a mere purring drone。 Kenn's face was anguished; his eyes were fixed in astonishment on the blade that grew out of his hands; as if it were something that he had never seen before。 There was a vibration in his arms; as if he were holding something that he could not control; but could not or dared not drop。
   One of the invaders; who must have been the warbeasts' master; aimed a gesture toward Kenn。 Obediently the orange…furred beast turned and sprang。 At that moment Mark loosed his arrow。 Mark had not yet learned to reckon with the animals' speed; and the streaking furry form was out of the arrow's path before the small missile arrived。 As if guided by some profound curse; Mark's arrow flew straight on between two bandits' backs; to strike the embattled seneschal squarely in the throat。 Without even a cry; the Duke's cousin let go of his sword and fell。
   The sword in Kenn's hands screamed; almost the way a fast…geared millsaw screamed sometimes when biting a tough log。 Again it drew its smoking arc; to meet the leaping animal。 One orange…furred paw leapt …severed in midair; with a fine spray of blood。 The same stroke caught the beast's armored torso; heavier than a man's。 It went down; as Mark had seen a rabbit fall when hit in mid…leap by a slinger's stone。 Mark was fumbling for his last arrow as the furred body rolled on its back with legs in the air; claws in reflex convulsions taloning the air above its belly。
   Now three men had Kenn surrounded。 Mark; with his last arrow nocked; was at the last moment afraid to shoot at any of them for fear of hitting his brother in their midst。 He saw blades flash toward his brother; but Kenn did not fall。 Kenn's eyes were still wide with bewilderment; his face a study of fear and horror。 Townsaver sang vicious circles in the air around him; smashing aside brandished weapons right and left。 The sword seemed to twist Kenn's body after it; so that he had to leap; turning in midair; ing down with feet planted in the reverse direction。 The sword pulled him forward; dragging him in wide…stanced; stiff…legged strides to the attack。
   The sound of its screaming went up and up。
   The swordplay was much too fast for Mark to follow。 He saw another of the attacking men go staggering backward from the fight; the man's feet moving in a reflex effort to regain balance until his back struck a house wall and he pitched forward and lay still。 Mark heard yet another man cry out; a gurgling yell for help and mercy。 Mark did not see the brindled warbeast leap at Kenn; but saw the beast go running back toward the riverbank; in a limping but still terribly fast flight。 It howled the agony of its wounds; even above the fretful millsaw shrieking of the sword。 And now two of the invading men; weaponless; were also running away; leaving the village on divergent paths。 Mark got a close look at the face of one of them; and saw wide eyes; wide mouth; an expression intent on flight as on a problem。
   The other invaders were all lying in the street。 Four; five…it seemed impossible to count exactly。
   Mark looked up and down the street; to west and east。 Only himself and his brother were still standing。
   A little summer dust hung in the air; played by a quiet breeze。 For a long moment; nothing else moved。 Then Kenn's quivering arms began to droop; lowering the sword。 The machine…whine that still proceeded from the red blade trailed slowly down into silence。 And now the atmosphere around the sword no longer smoked。
   The swordpoint sagged to the ground。 A moment later; the whole weapon fell inertly from Kenn's relaxing fingers。 Another moment; and Kenn sat down in the dust。 Mark could see; now; how his brother's blood was soaking out into his homespun shirt。
   Mechanically replacing his last arrow; unused; in his quiver; Mark hurried forward to his brother。 Beyond Kenn; Jord still lay in gory stillness; his head looked badly ruined by the passing blow from a warbeast's paw; Mark did not want to prehend just what he was seeing there。
   Farther in the background; the blue…robed wizard was raising himself; apparently unhurt。 In each hand the wizard held a small object; things of magic doubtless。 His hands moved round his body; wiping at the air。
   Mark crouched beside his brother and held him; not knowing what else to do。 He watched helplessly as the blood welled out from under Kenn's slashed clothing。 The attackers' swords had reached him after all; and more than once。 Kenn's hunting shirt was ghastly now。
   〃Mark;〃 Kenn's voice was lost; soft; frightened; and frightening too。 〃I'm hurt。〃
   〃Father!〃 Mark cried; calling for help。 It seemed to him impossible that his father would not react; leap up; give him aid; tell him what to do。 Maybe he; Mark; should run home; get help from his mother and his sister。 But he couldn't just let go of Kenn; whose hand was trying to grip Mark's arm。
   In front of Kenn; almost within touching distance; a dead bandit crouched as if in obeisance to his superior foe。 Townsaver had taken a part of the bandit's face away; and his hands and his weapons were piled together before him like an offering。 It did no good to look away。 There was something very similar to be seen in every direction。
   The sword itself lay in the street; looking no more dangerous now than a pruning hook; with dust blandly blotting the wet redness all along the blade。
   Mark let out an inarticulate cry for help; from anyone; anywhere。 He could feel Kenn's life departing; running out almost like water between his fingers。
   Women were crying; somewhere in the distance。
   Someone; walking slowly; came into Mark's view a little way ahead of him。 It was Falkener。 〃You shot the seneschal;〃 the leather…worker said。 〃I saw you。〃
   〃What?〃 For a moment Mark could not understand what the man was saying。 And now the wizard; who had been bending over the body of Ibn Gauthier; came doddering; as if in fear or weakness (though graybeard; he did not look particularly old) to where Mark was。 The small objects he had been handling; whatever they were; had now been put away。 With what appeared to Mark to be unnatural calm; he rested a hand on Jord's bloody head and muttered something; then reached to do the same for Elder Kyril and for Kenn。 His manner was quite impersonal。
   The women's crying voices were now speeding closer; with the sound of their running feet。 Mark had not known that his mother could still run so fast。 Mala and Marian; both of them dusty with mill…work; threw themselves upon him; hovered over their fallen men; began to examine the terrible damage。
   〃You shot the seneschal;〃 said Falkener to Mark again。
   This time; the hovering wizard took note of the accusation。 With an oath; he grabbed the last arrow from Mark's quiver and strode away; to pare it with the shaft that still protruded from the throat of the Duke's cousin。
   Other villagers were now appearing in the street; to gather around the fallen。 They came out of their houses singly at first; then in twos and threes。 Some; with field implements in hand; must have e; running in from work nearby。 The Elder was dead; the village leaderless。 An uproar grew; confusion mounted。 There was talk of dashing off to the manor with word of the attack; but no one actually went yet。 There was more talk of organizing a militia pursuit of the attackers; whoever they had been; wherever they had gone。 Wild talk of war; of raids; of uprisings … flew back and forth。
   〃Yes; they were trying to kidnap the seneschal。 I saw them。 I heard them。〃
   〃Who? Kidnap who?〃 〃Kyril's dead too。 And Jord。〃 〃But it was the boy's arrow that struck him down。〃 〃Who; his own father? Nonsense!〃 ' 。。。no。。。 '
   '。。。 all wrong; havoc like this; must have been cavalry。。 。 '
   '。。。 no doubt that it's his arrow; I've found them on my land; near my woolbeasts。。。 〃
   Mala and Marian had by now stripped off Kenn's 

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