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narrow place in the tunnel； and then in pitch darkness grope past its razor edges to pick it up again。
At last the fear of being in a circular trap bothered Mark to the point where he had to stop。 〃Where are we； Ben； where're we going to e out？〃
Ben had necessarily stopped suddenly also； and Mark could hear the scraping of his armor as he leaned against the wall … as if he were more tired or more badly hurt than Mark had realized。
〃We got to go on；〃 Ben grunted； Mark for some reason was surprised to hear that his voice still had in it the almost fearful reluctance as when he and Barbara had used to argue about hunting dragons。
〃I don't know； Ben； if we're getting any。。。〃
〃What else can we do； go back？ e on。 What does your lucky sword tell you？〃
〃Nothing。〃 But Ben was plainly right。 Mark turned and led the way again。
They progressed in silence for a time。 Then Ben surprised with a remark。 〃I think we're going west。〃
Mark saw immediately what that would mean。 〃We can't be。 This far west from the castle？ That'd be。。。 〃 He didn't finish it aloud。 Under the lake。 Around him the water dripped。 The passage floor underfoot now felt level； but there was never a puddle。
They had e to another tight place； and were manhandling Barbara through it when she groaned more loudly than before。 This time she managed to produce some plain words： 〃Put me down。〃
She still couldn't walk too steadily； but her escort were vastly relieved to have her standing； asking questions about Nestor and Townsaver； trying to find out the situation as if getting ready to give orders。 They couldn't answer most of her questions； and she was still too weak to take mand。
But from that moment on the journey changed。
Their passageway； as if to signal that some important transformation was close ahead； twisted sharply； first left then right； then dipped to a lower level than ever。 And then it rose steeply。 And now the first true light they had seen since leaving the dungeon was ahead。 At first it was so faint it would have been invisible to any eyes less starved for light； but as they advanced it strengthened steadily。
The light was the dim glow of a cloudy； moonless night sky； and it came down a twisted； narrow shaft。 Mark； thinnest and most agile； climbed ahead； and was first to poke his head out of the earth among jagged rocks； to the sound of waves lapping； almost within reach。 In the gloom he could make out that the rocks surrounding him made a sort of islet in the lake； an islet not more than five meters across； one of a scattered number rising from the water。 By the lights of both mon torch and arson Mark could see Sir Andrew's castle and its reflection in the water； a good kilometer away。 Flames gusted from the high tower windows even as he watched。
He didn't gaze long at that sight； but scrambled down into the earth again； between the cloven rocks that must sometimes fail to keep waves from washing into the passage。 〃Ben？ It's all right； bring her up。〃 And Mark extended a hand for Barbara to grasp； while Ben pushed her from below。
They crowded together on the surface； peering between sharp rocks at the surrounding lake。
〃We'll have to make for shore before morning … but which direction？〃
Mark held up the Sword of Chance。 When he pointed it almost straight away from the castle； he could feel something in the hilt。 It was impossible to see how far away the shore was in that direction。
〃I can't swim；〃 Barbara admitted。
〃And I cant swim carrying two swords；〃 Mark added。
Ben said： 〃Maybe I can； if I have to。 Let's see； maybe it isn't deep。〃
The lake was only waist deep on Ben where he first entered it。 He shed bits of armor； letting them sink。 From that point； following the indication of the blade Mark held ahead of him； the three fugitives waded into indeterminate gloom。
The sword worked just as well under the surface of the water as above it。 At one point Mark had to go in to his armpits； but no deeper。 From there on the bottom rose； and already a vague shoreline of trees was visible ahead。 The strip of beach； when they reached it； was only two meters wide； and waves lapped it； ready to efface whatever footprints they might leave。
The sheltering trees were close to shore； and just inland from their first ranks a small clearing offered grass to rest on。
For a moment。 Then； just beyond the nearest thicket； something stirred； making vague crackling sounds of movement。 Mark let Ben grab up Coinspinner from the grass； while he himself drew Dragonslicer from its sheath。
They moved forward cautiously； around a clump of bushes。 An obscure shape； big as a landwalker but not as tall； moved in the night。 There was a faint squeal from it； a muffled rumble。。。 the squeal of ungreased axles； the rumble of an empty wagonbody draped with a torn scrap of cover。
The two loadbeasts harnessed to the empty wagon were skittish； and behaved in general as if they had been untended for some time。 This wagon was smaller than the one the dragonhunters had once owned。 This one too had some symbols or a design painted on its sides； but the night was too dark for reading symbols。 Barbara murmured that this must be the vehicle of some other fairgrounds performer； whose team must have bolted during the recent speedy evacuation。
There were reins； quite functional once they were untangled。 With Barbara resting in the back； Ben drove forth from thickets looking for a road。 Dragonslicer was at his feet； and Mark on the seat at his side with Coinspinner in hand。 The Sword of Chance was ing alive again； telling him which way to go。
THE END
The Song of Swords
Who holds Coinspinner knows good odds
Whichever move he make
But the Sword of Chance； to please the gods；
Slips from him like a snake。
The Sword of Justice balances the pans
Of right and wrong； and foul and fair。
Eye for an eye； Doomgiver scans
The fate of all folk everywhere。
Dragonslicer； Dragonslicer； how d'you slay？
Reaching for the heart in behind the scales。
Dragonslicer； Dragonslicer where do you stay？
In the belly of the giant that my blade impales。
Farslayer howls across the world
For thy heart； for thy heart； who hast wronged me！
Vengeance is his who casts the blade
Yet he will in the end no triumph see。
Whose flesh the Sword of Mercy hurts has drawn no breath；
Whose soul it heals has wandered in the night；
Has paid the summing of all debts in death
Has turned to see returning light。
The Mindsword spun in the dawn's gray light
And men and demons knelt down before。
The Mindsword flashed in the midday bright
Gods joined the dance； and the march to war。
It spun in the twilight dim as well
And gods and men marched off to hell。
1 shatter Swords and splinter spears；
None stands to Shieldbreaker
My point's the fount of orphans' tears
My edge the widowmaker。
The Sword of Stealth is given to
One lowly and despised。
Sightblinder's gifts： his eyes are keen
His nature is disguised。
The Tyrant's Blade no blood hath spilled
But doth the spirit carve
Soulcutter hath no body killed
But many left to starve。
The Sword of Siege struck a hammer's blow
With a crash； and a smash； and a tumbled wall。
Stonecutter laid a castle low
With a groan； and a roar； and a tower's fall。
Long roads the Sword of Fury makes
Hard walls it builds around the soft
The fighter who Townsaver takes
Can bid farewell to home and croft。
Who holds Wayfinder finds good roads
Its master's step is brisk。
The Sword of Wisdom lightens loads
But adds unto their risk。
Sword…Play
An Appreciative Afterword
By
Sandra Miesel
But Iron … Cold Iron … is master of them all。
…Kipling
From the kindling of the first fire to the latest breakthrough in puter design； each technological advance opens new levels of play in an age … old game for the mastery of Life。 Calling Man's struggle for control over his environment a 〃game〃 is no idle figure of speech。 Ours is a species of players as well as makers。 Indeed； these two intertwined qualities describe humanness。 Laughter and reason alike set us apart from beasts。
Work and play are meant to reinforce each other。 Sundering them is a measure of human imperfection the wages of original sin； some say … and their union is a sign of Eden's innocence。 Yet no matter how tragically estranged labor and leisure bee； we still dimly feel that matters should be otherwise and wish our work could be joyful as child's play。
Slow…paced primitive societies take time to harmonize work and play。 Each new way of working has to be played about so that it can be thought about sanely。 Myth and ritual put technology into context； make it 〃user friendly。〃
Consider the discovery of fire。 It brought Early Man far more than light； warmth； protection； or any merely practical advantage。 Fire became the focal point of the munity； acquired symbolic meanings； participated in ceremonies； appeared in heroic tales； even received worship。 Though we harness vaster energies now； echoes of the ways cavemen worked and played with fire resound in us at every sulking of a match。
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