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eathbed。 You must swear to do what I ask of you。〃
Ariane had looked at the two of them； mother and child； and she had done so： had sworn to take the baby from that room by the back stairway； wrapped in those swaddling…clothes； hidden within her own cloak； and to bear it from Miraval into the wildness of that night storm。
And she swore an oath that night to tell no living soul； not even Bertran； of the existence of a second child for so long as Urté de Miraval was alive。 〃After Urté dies；〃 her cousin had said； 〃if you are alive and she is； I leave it to you。 Judge what she has bee； if you know where she is。 I have no gift of foreknowledge； Ariane。 Judge the needs of the time。 It may even be that this child； my daughter； will be heir to Miraval or Talair； to Arbonne itself。 I need you to bee the sort of woman who will be able to make that judgment one day。 And now kiss me cousin； and forgive me if you can； and go。〃
And Ariane had bent and kissed the dying woman upon the mouth and had fled； alone down the twisting back stairway； wrapped in a dark cloak with a baby next to her heart。 And she met no one at all on the stairs or in the corridor or passing out of the castle into the rain by the postern gate。 At the stables the ostlers were nowhere to be seen in the storm； and so Ariane had taken her mare from its stall herself and had mounted up awkwardly from astride a bale of hay； and she had ridden bareback from the yard with only her cloak and hood to shield her and the child from the cold and the driving rain。
She never forgot that ride for the rest of her days or nights。 It would e back to her in dreams； or with any sudden crack of thunder or flash of lightning in a storm。 She would be back in the vineyards of Miraval then； riding east towards the lake； the twisted shapes of vines showing around her when lightning shredded earth and sky。 The child had cried and cried at the beginning but had fallen silent after that； and Ariane had been terrified the baby was dead and had been afraid to open her cloak in the rain to see。 And she had been weeping all through that ride。
She never knew how she managed to find the hut by the lake where they kept the wood and kindling dry for signalling the isle。 She remembered dismounting there and tethering the horse and hurrying inside； to stand in the doorway； dripping wet； unable to stop crying。 A vivid sheet of lightning had lit the whole of the sky then； and for a moment in its dazzling flash she had seen the Arch of the Ancients looming nearby； huge and black in the night； and she had screamed in fear。 But then； as if in answer to her own cry； she had felt； oh； she had felt a stirring of the child next to her heart； and had heard her begin to wail again； a precarious； determined assertion of presence amid the terrors of the world。
Ariane had held her close； rocking back and forth； crooning wordlessly； watching as lightning flashed again and again and finally moved on； as the peals of thunder gradually grew fainter to the south； as； after what seemed a span of time without measure or end； the blue moon named for Rian showed briefly once and then appeared again through the swift racing of the clouds； and the rain stopped。
She had laid the baby down then； wrapping it as best she could on the blessedly dry floor of the cabin； and she took wood and kindling and flint for flame and lit a flare on the mound outside to summon the priestesses to e； and they came。
She saw a white sail running up on the near shore of the isle and watched as one small boat slipped across the now calm waters of the lake towards her； ineffably beautiful and strange in the blue moonlight； something graceful and delicate in a world from which those things had seemed to her forever gone。
Her robe was soaked and stained and torn。 In the night they would not know it for a garment of wealth or privilege。 She kept her hood up about her face。 When the boat had almost reached the shore she unwrapped the baby； grieving； from the rich clothes of the castle and brought it out to them in a scrap of rag she found in the cabin。
Then she gave Aelis's child to the priestess who stood； tall and grave beside the prow of the boat on the strand。 She made her voice quiver and stammer with accents of the farmyard and told them it was her own child and her father would not let her keep her and； oh； would the good servants of sweet Rian shelter and guard her baby all her days？ She had been crying then； too； Ariane remembered。
It was not a rare thing； her request。 It was one of the ways Rian's Isle and the goddess's Island in the sea received their necessary plement of servants and priests and priestesses through the turning of seasons and years。 The two women asked no questions other than of her own health。 She had reached out； Ariane remembered； and had taken the child in her thin； tired arms for a last time and had kissed her farewell full upon the mouth； as she had the mother。 She told the two priestesses she would be all right。
She had told herself the same thing as she watched the boat going back across the stilled waters of the lake under the one moon and the thin； high； drifting clouds and the emerging glitter of the stars； carrying Aelis's daughter and Bertran's。
Aelis had said nothing to her about a name。 Ariane； on that stony shore； had looked up at the blue crescent of the moon and had told the priestesses that the child was to be named； if they found her worthy； for that moon and so for the goddess。
〃She lived；〃 Ariane de Carenzu said； twenty…three years after； astride another horse before the cabin where that child and her dead brother had been conceived。 The tears had dried on her cheeks during the telling of the tale。 〃I have kept watch over her all these years； whenever I could； as best I could。 She remained on the isle； of course； they usually do。 She is beautiful and clever and brave； Bertran。 She looks very like her mother； I think。 Her name is Rinette。 She was to bee High Priestess of Rian's Isle one day soon。〃
〃Was？〃 Bertran's voice was so low； the one word was almost inaudible。 His hands were clasped together before him。 They had been through the length of the tale。 Blaise could see that they were trembling。
〃I spoke to her before ing to you。 I thought that was proper。 I told her who she was and how she had e to Rian's Isle； and I explained some other things as well。 I said 。。。 that because of who she was she might be more dearly needed now away from the isle； in the world of men and women； but that it was her own choice to make and 。。。 that I would ensure that that was so。〃
〃And？〃 Bertran looked older now； Blaise realized。 He wanted to put an arm around the other man； but held back。
〃She said that if what I had told her was true； it was obvious that she was indeed more important to Arbonne among the castles than among the sanctuaries。 Those were her own words。 She is very strong； Bertran。 She is 。。。 really quite wonderful。〃 Her voice broke a little on the last words。
〃I have seen her then；〃 the duke said； his tone holding wonder like a chalice。 〃I must have seen her so many times and I never saw the resemblance。〃
〃Why should you