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"The Outlander queen will betray us," Corlath said, his voice snarled and ugly, twisted in on itself. His eyes were bright yellow with fury. "That is what they do. That is what they know."
"I am as much Outlander as I am Hill," Harry answered, clenching her scarred hand into a fist, her eyes as yellow as his. "Sometimes you forget that, I think. Sometimes you forget everything we have built, these twenty years, with the Outlanders here--"
"I forget nothing! They are not our friends, Hari! They have only failed to fully conquer us because of our Gift - and you would deliver that Gift to their doorstep!"
*
Harry laid Gonturan beside her and stared into the fire, waiting; she did not know for what. The flames lept high, and a woman's face formed in them -- and then the Lady Aerin walked out of the fire and stood before her. "Harimad-sol," she said, and grinned down at Harry. "What brings you to the Lake of Dreams, so late and alone?"
Harry scrambled to her feet. "Aerin-sol," she began, but then could not think what to say. Instead she said, "I must be dreaming."
Aerin laughed. "Anything is possible, here." She lifted her face to the sky, her red hair falling back into plum-colored shadow as a cloud covered the full moon. "Luthe taught me that, once, long ago."
*
"I am as much Outlander as I am Hill," Harry answered, clenching her scarred hand into a fist, her eyes as yellow as his. "Sometimes you forget that, I think. Sometimes you forget everything we have built, these twenty years, with the Outlanders here--"
"I forget nothing! They are not our friends, Hari! They have only failed to fully conquer us because of our Gift - and you would deliver that Gift to their doorstep!"
*
Harry laid Gonturan beside her and stared into the fire, waiting; she did not know for what. The flames lept high, and a woman's face formed in them -- and then the Lady Aerin walked out of the fire and stood before her. "Harimad-sol," she said, and grinned down at Harry. "What brings you to the Lake of Dreams, so late and alone?"
Harry scrambled to her feet. "Aerin-sol," she began, but then could not think what to say. Instead she said, "I must be dreaming."
Aerin laughed. "Anything is possible, here." She lifted her face to the sky, her red hair falling back into plum-colored shadow as a cloud covered the full moon. "Luthe taught me that, once, long ago."
*