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Borel。。。 The name was familiar。 Then I remembered。 He had Dara's respect and affection。 He had been her fencing teacher； a master of the blade。 Stupid； though； I saw。 He had forfeited my respect by removing his armor。 Battle is not a game； and I had no desire to make myself available to any presumptuous ass who thought otherwise。 Especially a skilled ass； when I was feeling beat。 If nothing else； he could probably wear me down。
〃Now we shall resolve a matter which has long troubled me；〃 he said。
I replied with a quaint vulgarism； wheeled my black and raced back the way I had e。 He gave chase immediately。
As I passed back along the culvert； I realized that I did not have a sufficient lead。 He would be upon me in a matter of moments with my back all exposed； to cut me down or force me to fight。 However； while limited； my choices included a little more than that。
〃Coward！〃 he cried。 〃You flee bat！ Is this the great warrior of whom I have heard so much？〃
I reached up and unfastened my cloak。 At either hand； the culvert's lip was level with my shoulders； then my waist。
I rolled out of the saddle to my left； stumbled once and found my footing。 The black went on。 I moved to my right； facing the draw。
Catching my cloak in both hands； I swung it in a reverse…veronica maneuver a second or two before Borel's head and shoulders came abreast of me。 It swept over him； drawn blade and all； muffling his head and slowing his arms。
I kicked then； hard。 I was aiming for his head； but I caught him on the left shoulder。 He was spilled from his saddle； and his horse； too； went by。
Drawing Grayswandir； I leaped after him。 I caught him just as he had brushed my cloak aside and was struggling to rise。 I skewered him where he sat and saw the startled expression on his face as the wound began to flame。
〃Oh； basely done！〃 he cried。 〃I had hoped for better of thee！〃
〃This isn't exactly the Olympic Games；〃 I said； brushing some sparks from my cloak。
I chased down my horse then and mounted。 This took me several minutes。 As I continued northward； I achieved higher ground。 From there； I spotted Benedict directing the battle； and in a draw far to the rear； I caught a glimpse of Julian at the head of his troops from Arden。 Benedict was apparently holding them in reserve。
I kept going； toward the advancing storm； beneath the half…dark； half…painted； revolving sky。 I soon reached my goal； the highest hill in sight； and began to mount it。 I halted several times on the way up； to look back。
I saw Deirdre in black armor； swinging an ax； Llewella and Flora were among the archers。 Fiona was nowhere in sight。 Gérard was not there either。 Then I saw Random on horseback； swinging a heavy blade； leading an assault toward the enemy's high ground。 Near him was a knight clad in green whom I did not recognize。 The man swung a mace with deadly efficiency。 He wore a bow upon his back； and he'd a quiver of gleaming arrows at his hip。
The sounds of the storm came louder as I reached the summit of my hill。 The lightning flickered with the regularity of a neon tube and the rain sizzled down； a fiberglass curtain that had now passed over the mountains。
Below me； both beasts and men … and more than a few beast…men … were woven in knots and strands of battle。 A cloud of dust hung over the field。 Assessing the distribution of forces； however； it did not appear to me that the growing forces of the enemy could be pushed much farther。 In fact； it seemed that it was just about time for the counterattack。 They appeared to be ready up in their craggy places； and just waiting for the order。
I was about a minute and a half off。 They advanced； sweeping down the slope； reinforcing their lines； pushing our troops back； driving ahead。 And more were arriving from beyond the dark abyss。 Our own troops began a reasonably orderly retreat。 The enemy pressed harder； and when things seemed about ready to be turned into a rout an order must have been given。
I heard the sound of Julian's horn； and shortly thereafter I saw him astride Morgenstern leading the men of Arden onto the field。 This balanced the opposing forces almost exactly and the noise level rose and rose while the sky turned above us。
I watched the conflict for perhaps a quarter of an hour； as our own forces slowly withdrew across the field。 Then I saw a one…armed figure on a fiery striped horse suddenly appear atop a distant hill。 He bore a raised blade in his hand and he was faced away from me； toward the west。 He stood unmoving for several long moments。 Then he lowered the blade。
I heard trumpets in the west； and at first I saw nothing。 Then a line of cavalry came into view。 I started。 For a moment； I thought Brand was there。 Then I realized it was Bleys leading his troops to strike at the enemy's exposed flank。
And suddenly； our troops in the field were no longer retreating。 They were holding their line。 Then； they were pressing forward。
Bleys and his riders came on； and I realized that Benedict had the day again。 The enemy was about to be ground to pieces。
Then a cold wind swept over me from out of the north； and I looked that way again。
The storm had advanced considerably。 It must have started moving faster just recently。 And it was darker now than it had been； with brighter flashes and louder roars。 And this cold； wet wind was increasing in intensity。
I wondered then。。。 would it simply sweep over the field like an annihilating wave and that be that？ What of the effects of the new Pattern？ Would these follow； to restore everything？ Somehow； I doubted this。 If this storm smashed us。 I'd a feeling we would stay smashed。 It would require the force of the Jewel to permit us to ride it out until order was restored。 And what would be left if we survived it？ I simply could not guess。
So what was Brand's plan？ What was he waiting for？ What was he going to do？
I looked out over the battlefield once more。。。 Something。
In a shadowy place on the heights where the enemy had regrouped； been reinforced； and down which it had stormed。。。 something。
A tiny flash of red。。。 I was sure I had seen it。
I kept watching； waiting。 I had to see it again； to pinpoint it。。。
A minute passed。 Two； perhaps。。。
There！ And again。
I wheeled the black charger。 It looked possible to make it around the enemy's near flank and up to that supposedly vacant height。 I raced down the hill and began that course。
It had to be Brand with the Jewel。 He had chosen a good； safe spot； from which he manded a view of the entire battlefield as well as the approaching storm。 From there； he could direct its lightning into our troops as the front advanced。 He would signal a retreat at the proper moment； hit us with the storm's strange furies； then sidetrack the thing to bypass the side he was backing。 It seemed the simplest and most effective use of the Jewel under the circumstances。
I would have to get close fast。 My control of the stone was greater than his； but it diminished with distance； and he would have the Jewel on his person。 My best bet would be to charge right into him； to get within control range at all costs； take over mand of the stone and use it against him。 But he might have a