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The men in the skiff were already proceeding up Maffour's rope towards the plateau。 They watched the last one climb； then Hirnan stepped carefully from the boat to one slippery boulder and then another before reaching the rope and smoothly pulling himself up the rock face。 Behind him； Blaise did the same。 The salt of the wet rope stung his palms。
On the plateau he set his feet squarely on solid ground for the first time since leaving the mainland。 The sensation was odd； as if there were a tremor in the earth beneath him。 They were standing on Rian's Island； and illicitly consecrated； Blaise thought unexpectedly。 None of the others seemed to have reacted； though； and a moment later he grinned with wry amusement at himself： he was from Gorhaut； in the god's name…they didn't even worship Rian in the north。 This was hardly a useful time to be yielding to the superstitions that had afflicted Luth all night。
Young Giresse； without a word； handed him his boots and sword； and Thiers did the same for Hirnan。 Blaise leaned against a tree to pull on the boots and buckled his sword belt again； thinking quickly。 When he looked up he saw seven tense men looking at him； waiting for orders。 Deliberately he smiled。
〃Luth； I have decided to let you live to trouble the world a little longer yet；〃 he said softly。 〃You'll guard the two boats here with Vanne。 If those two down below show signs of rousing I want them rendered unconscious again。 But conceal your faces if you have to go down to do it。 If we are very lucky none of us will have been recognized when this is over。 Do you understand？〃
They seemed to。 Luth looked almost ically relieved at the assignment。 Vanne's expression by moonlight showed a struggle to conceal disappointment…a good sign actually； if he was sorry to be missing the next stage of their journey。 But Blaise was not about to leave Luth alone now with any task； however simple。 He turned away from them。
〃Hirnan； I take it you can find the guest quarters once we reach the temple plex？〃 The red…headed coran nodded briefly。 〃You lead then；〃 Blaise said。 〃I'm behind you； Maffour's rear guard。 We go in single file。 No words unless vital。 Touch each other for warnings rather than speak。 Understood？ 〃
〃One question： how do we find Evrard when we get there？〃 Maffour asked quietly。 〃There must be a great many dwellings in the plex。〃
〃There are；〃 Hirnan murmured。
Blaise had been privately worrying about the same thing。 He shrugged though； his men weren't to know what was concerning him。 〃I'm assuming he'll have one of the larger ones。 We'll head for those。〃 He grinned suddenly。 〃Then Maffour can walk in and wake him with a kiss。〃 There was a ripple of laughter。 Behind him； Luth giggled loudly but controlled himself before Blaise could turn。
Blaise let the tension…easing amusement subside。 He looked at Hirnan。 Without another word spoken the coran turned and stepped into the forest of the holy Island of the goddess。 Blaise followed and heard the others fall into line behind。 He didn't look back。
It was very dark in the woods。 There were sounds all around them： wind in the leaves； the chitter of small animals； the quick； unsettling flap of wings alighting from a branch above。 The pines and the oak trees blocked the moon except in the occasional place where a slant of pale silver fell across their path； strangely beautiful； intensifying the blackness as soon as they had moved on。 Blaise checked his blade in its scabbard。 It would be close and awkward ground here if anything large chose to attack。 He wondered if any of the big hunting cats made their home on Rian's Island； he had a feeling they did； which was not reassuring。
Hirnan； threading his way around roots and under branches； finally struck a rough east…west track in the wood and Blaise drew a calmer breath again。 He was surprisingly conscious of where they were。 Not that he had any real superstition in him； but there was something about this forest that； even more than the thought of tawncat or boar； would make him very happy when they left。 In fact； that same truth applied to all of this island； he realized： the sooner they left the more pleased he would be。 Just then a bird of some sort…owl or corfe almost certainly…landed with a slight； rushing sound of wings in air in the tree directly above him。 Luth； Blaise thought； would have soiled his clothing。 Refusing to look up； he moved on； following Hirnan's shadowy form eastward towards the temples of the goddess worshipped here in the south as a huntress and a mother； as a lover and a bride； and as a dark and final gatherer and layer…out； by moonlight； of the dead。 If we're luckier than we deserve； Blaise of Gorhaut thought grimly； more unsettled than he really wanted to acknowledge； even to himself； maybe he'll be outside singing at the moon。
Which； as it happened； was exactly what Evrard of Lussan was doing。 Troubadours seldom in fact sang their own songs； musical performance was seen as a lesser art than posing。 It was the joglars who did the actual singing； to the music of varied instruments。 But here on Rian's Island there were no joglars now； and Evrard had always found it a help when writing to hear his own words and evolving tune； even in his own thin voice。 And he liked to pose at night。
They heard him as they approached the sanctuary grounds； emerging from the blackness of the forest into moonlight and a sight of distant lanterns。 Drawing a breath； Blaise registered the fact that there were no walls around the guest quarters south of the temple plex； though a high wooden palisade surrounded the inner buildings where the priests and priestesses would be sleeping。 There didn't appear to be any guards manning the ramparts behind those walls； or none that could be seen。 Silver light fell on the temples； lending a soft white shimmer to the three domes。 They didn't have to go that way。 On the extreme southern edge of the goddess's pound； not far from where they stood； there was a garden。 Palm trees swayed in the gentle breeze； and the scent of roses and anemones and early lavender drifted towards them。 So did a voice。
Grant； bright goddess； that the words of my heart
Find favour and haven in the shrine of your love。
Yours are the seafoam and the groves in the wood
And yours ever the moonlight in the skies above 。。。
There was a brief； meditative pause。 Then：
And yours the moonlight that falls from above 。。。
Another ruminating silence； then again Evrard's voice：
Yours is the moonlight and the stars overhead
And the moonlit seafoam and each forest grove。
Blaise saw Hirnan glancing at him； an ironic look on his expressive face。 Blaise shrugged。 〃Mallin wants him back；〃 he murmured。 〃Don't look at me。〃 Hirnan grinned。
Blaise stepped past the other man and； keeping to the shadowy cover at the edge of the wood； began working his way around towards the garden； where the thin voice was still essaying variants of the same sentiment。 Blaise wondered if the clergy and the other guests of Rian minded having their sleep disturbed by this late…night warbling。 He wondered if it happened every night。 He had a suspicion； knowing Evrard of Lussan；