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Borenson took out the white flask of mist； pulled the stopper； and let the fog begin to flow。
So it was that half an hour later； he laid aside his armor； and went to make a lone escalade。 He climbed the Outer Wall on the west side of the city； protected by the fog that crept over with him。
Then he made his way to the inner wall； the King's Wall； and scampered over quickly。 Only a single young man had walked that wall； and he'd turned his back for the moment。
Borenson reached the base of the Dedicates' Keep near midnight； warily watched it。 He did not trust his eyes； worried that guards might be secreted in the King's towers。 So he scaled its wall from the north； ing at it by way of the woods in the tombs； where few prying eyes might spot him。
Rain pelted the keep； making it difficult to find purchase between the stones。 Borenson spent long minutes clinging to the wall before he reached the top。
There； he found that the wall…walks really were all unmanned； but as he scurried down the steps into the inner court； he spotted two city guardsyoung men with few endowmentshuddled away from the drenching rain in the protection of the portcullis。
In a moment when lightning filled the sky； he rushed them； slaughtered them as thunder shook the keep； so that no one heard their cries。
Even as he killed the young men； Borenson wondered。 Not one Invincible？ Not one man to guard all these Dedicates？
It felt like a trap。 Perhaps the guards hid among the Dedicates。
Borenson turned and looked at the rain…slicked stones in the keep。 The lights were out in the great rooms； though a lantern still burned in the kitchens。 A wild wind burst through the portcullis； swept through the bailey。
There was an art； a science to killing Dedicates。 Some of the Dedicates in there； Borenson knew； would be guards themselves； men like him who had dozens of endowments of their own and long years of practice in weaponry。 They might be crippleddeaf or blind； mute or without a sense of smellbut they could be dangerous still。
So； when slaughtering Dedicates； mon sense dictated that you avoid such men； kill first those who served as their Dedicates； weakening the more dangerous foes。
Thus； you began by slaughtering the women； and the young。 You always sought to kill the weakest first。 If you killed a man who had twenty endowments； suddenly you would find that twenty Dedicates would waken； who could sound alarms or fight you themselves。
Though it might be tempting to spare one or two Dedicates； the truth was that if you did； they might call for guards。 So you killed them all。
You murdered moners who had only given endowments； never received。 And you started at the bottom of the keep； blocking all exits； and worked your way to the upper stories。 Unless； of course； someone in the keep was awake。
I had best begin in the kitchen； Borenson told himself。 He took the dead gatekeeper's key and locked the portcullis； so no one could enter the keep or escape； then went to the kitchen。 The door stood locked； but he set the prong of a warhammer in its crack。 With endowments of brawn from eight men； it was no great feat to pry the door free from its hinges。
When he rushed into the kitchens； he found a lowly girl who'd been left to sweep the floor； long into the night。 A young thing； perhaps ten； with straw…blond hair。 He recognized the childthe serving girl who'd catered to Princess Iome last Hostenfest。 Too young to have given an endowment； he'd have thought。 Certainly Sylvarresta would never have taken one from her。
But Raj Ahten has been here； Borenson realized。 The girl had given an endowment to him。
When she saw Borenson in the doorway； she opened her mouth to scream。 Nothing came out。
A mute who had endowed Voice on her lord。
Almost； Borenson did not have the strength to carry his plan through。 He felt sickened。 But he was a good soldier。 Had always been a good soldier。 He couldn't let the little thing wriggle through the wet bars of the portcullis and summon help。 Though this child would die； her sacrifice could save thousands of lives in Mystarria。
He rushed； grabbed the broom from the girl's hand。 She tried to shriek； tried to yank free from his grasp。 She clawed at a table； overturned a bench in her terror。
〃I'm sorry！〃 Borenson said fiercely； then snapped her neck； not wanting to make the girl suffer。
He gently laid her corpse to the ground； heard a thumping sound in the butteryback in the shadows thrown by the lamplight。 Another young girl stood back there； black eyes shining in the darkness。
In all his heroic imaginings this day； he'd not envisioned thisan unguarded keep； where he would have to slaughter children。
Thus began the most gruesome night of Borenson's life。
Chapter 31
A TIME FOR QUESTIONS
As the horses raced through the woods； beneath the black trees； Binnesman held his staff high； shining its dim light for all to see by。 Yet the very act seemed tiring； and Binnesman looked drained； old。
The trees whipped past。
Gaborn had a thousand questions； felt as many uncertainties。 He wished to speak to Binnesman。 But for now he held back his questions。 In Mystarria it was considered rude to interrogate a stranger in the way that Gaborn wanted to question Binnesman now。 Gaborn had always thought this rule of civility a mere custom； formed without reason； but now he saw that it was more。
By asking questions； one intruded on another's Invisible Domain。 At the very least； you took time from him。 And information often had its own value； as much value as land or gold； so that in taking it； one robbed another。
To keep from musing about the obalin and the loss of Binnesman's wylde； Gaborn concentrated on this insight； wondering how often courtly manners were rooted in man's need to respect the Domains of others。 Certainly； he could see how titles and gestures of respect fit into the larger scheme。
Yet Gaborn's thoughts quickly turned away from such matters； and instead he considered what he'd seen。
Gaborn suspected that Binnesman knew far more about the dark time to e than he would say in front of Raj Ahten； perhaps far more than he could say。 The study of wizards was long and arduous； and Gaborn had once heard that certain basic principles could only be understood after weeks or months of intent study。
After long minutes； Gaborn decided that there were some things one should not ask a wizard。 What price had Binnesman paid to give life to the wylde？ Gaborn wondered。
Now the Earth Warden turned from the road and picked his way among twisted paths here under the shadowed trees。 No other scout could have made his way in such maddening darkness。 Gaborn left the wizard to his work in silence； in the starlight； for an hour； until they came upon an old road。 From there； Binnesman raced the horses north； until suddenly the road dropped down to a ridge overlooking the broad fields outside the village of Trott； twelve miles west of Castle Sylvarresta。
On the plain below lay hundreds of multicolored pavilions from the hordes of Southern traders who had journeyed north for Hostenfest but who had been forced to vacate the fields near Castle Sylvarresta when Raj Ahten's troops laid siege。
Binnesman called the horses to stop； gazed down over the dark fields。 The grass had been burned white by the late…summer sun； so that even by starlight reflecting off the grass one could see。
〃Look！〃 Iome whispered。 Gaborn followed her pointing finger； saw something dark creeping across the fields； toward the pavilions with their horses and mules for the caravans。
Nomen were down there； eighty or a hundred； creeping toward the tents on their bellies to hunt for food。 To the east； along the ridge； he saw several large boulders move； realized that a trio of Frowth giants were also prowling the edge of the forest。
Hungry。 They merely hungered for meat。 Raj Ahten had marched the giants and the nomen all this way； and they'd survived the battle at dawn； but now they would be hungry。
〃We'll have to take care；〃 Gaborn said。 〃These horses need to graze and to rest。 But until it's safe； maybe we should ride in the open fields； where we can't be surprised。〃 Gaborn turned his mount east； to head back toward Castle Sylvarresta。 From there he could take the Durkin Hills Road south。 〃No； we should go west from here；〃 Iome said。 〃West？〃 Gaborn asked。
〃The bridge at Hayworth is out。 We can't run the horses through the forest； so we can't go near Boar's Ford。 Besides； we don't want to run into Raj Ahten's army in the dark。〃
〃She's right；〃 Binnesman said。 〃Let Iome lead you。〃 His voice sounded tired。 Gaborn wondered how much his spell…casting had drained him。
〃West is the only wayover the Trummock Hills Road；〃 Iome said。 〃It's safe。 The forest does not encroach on the road。 My father's men cut it back。〃
Binnesman let the horses rest a few moments。 As one； the group dismounted； stretched their legs； adjusted the girths on their mounts。
〃e；〃 Binnesman said all too soon。 〃We have a few hours until Raj Ahten awakens。 Let us make good use of them。〃 He urged them downhill； into the plains。 Though the horses were hungry and the grass here grew high； it was also dry and without seed； worthless fo