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.That the sword seemed to be looking in on the boy more often these days was one of few things that made Galaeron think the weapon might not be entirely sinister.Though he did not begrudge Vala these glimpses of her son, Galaeron did envy them.His own father and sister were lost to the fog of war—dead or beyond reach, he did not know which.The Swords of Evereska's desperate attempt to save the gate at the Rocnest had already become the stuff of legend.By all accounts, Aubric Nihmedu had been leading the charge, and Galaeron was not fool enough to believe a mere bladesinger likely to survive any combat in which Khelben Arunsun—one of Mystra's Chosen—had vanished without a trace.His sister, Keya, remained trapped in Evereska— though Galaeron could not be certain of even that much, as the phaerimm had long ago stopped all communication with the Lasthaven by raising a magic deadwall around the Sharaedim.He could hardly bear to think of his little sister—at eighty, barely an adult— sitting alone in Treetop, sad and frightened, probably hungry and perhaps even in despair, while outside the phaerimm circled the city waiting for a chance to enter.Yet, the alternative—that the mythal had already collapsed and Evereska fallen—was too horrible to contemplate.And it was Galaeron's doing—the escape of the phaerimm, the besieging of Evereska, the whole war.He had caused it in one of those terrible moments a person replayed in his mind a thousand times, telling himself that if he had done this, or said that, or just left it all alone, everything would have been fine.Instead, Galaeron and his Tomb Guards had followed a band of crypt-breakers down into the long-forgotten workings of a dwarven mine and found Vala and her Vaasan warriors preparing to rendezvous with their shadow mage master, Melegaunt Tanthul.In the confusion that followed, Galaeron had given the order that breached the Sharn Wall, nearly two dozen men and elves had died, and the phaerimm had escaped to begin their assault on Evereska.Vala and the Shadovar had told him a hundred times that he had only been performing his duty and wasn't to blame, but their words could not change what had happened—or how he felt about it.Eager to undo his mistake, Galaeron had joined forces with Vala and her shadow mage master and set out to summon the only help that seemed capable of defeating the evil he had unleashed.Along the way, he had learned to use shadow magic and had overreached his limits, opening himself to the corrupting influences of the Shadow Weave and beginning a desperate battle against his own shadow for the possession of his spirit.At every step of the way, it seemed, he had made the wrong decision, and now that he could not be certain whether the thoughts running through his mind belonged to him or his shadow self, he was almost afraid to decide anything at all.But there was one thing he knew for certain, one decision he knew to be his own.He would do anything to save Evereska, make any sacrifice to amend his terrible mistake.Galaeron settled back and tried to clear his mind, but found himself too agitated.His thoughts kept returning to the morning, wondering whether Hadrhune would arrange the promised audience or find yet another excuse to put it off—and whether the Most High's help would be the solution to his shadow problems, or just one more mistake.Certainly, it did not bode well that the Shadovar had concealed the fact that Shade Enclave was moving away from Evereska.But even Galaeron could see how his shadow would have used that information to feed his suspicions and make him distrust the one most able to help him win his spirit back.While there was a time when he could have stilled his thoughts by retreating into the Reverie, Galaeron had lost touch with that facet of elf nature when he allowed his shadow to invade.Instead of slipping into a semi lucid trance of memories and the shared emotions of other elves, he sank into the same insensible, nightmare-filled slumber as humans.But this night even sleep would not come.He passed the black hours staring out into the darkness, listening to the city clatter past beneath his balcony, replaying the same thoughts and doubts over and over again until the gloom paled from night-ebony to dawn-gray and Aris came striding out of the murk carrying his statue of Escanor's battle against the phaerimm.Already completed, the piece was Aris's finest yet, so flowing it seemed in danger of writhing from the giant's hands.The prince's figure was noble and majestic, one hand still stretched toward the phaerimm he had just killed as he twisted around to face his new attacker.The creature itself was connected to him by the tail piercing his abdomen, and also by two hands wrapped around his throat, an artistic license taken to impart the impression that the beast was hovering beside him unsupported."Aris, it's magnificent!" Vala said, joining Galaeron on the balcony as the stone giant stepped into the courtyard."You did that in one night?""I could not have finished without Malik," Aris said.The statue was at balcony level, and the giant was speaking down from above.He half-turned toward the empty gate."He did most of the polishing.""And what has this favor cost you?" demanded Ruha, stepping out of the colonnade to meet them."An arm, or a soul?""That is no business of yours, shrew," Malik said."You cannot be expected to understand what one friend does for another, since you have none of your own." He craned his neck up toward the balcony."You would do well to make yourselves decent.The prince is on his way here.""The prince?" Galaeron asked."Which one?""Escanor, of course," Malik said."If you are wise, you will benefit by my experience and do nothing to encourage him to return.There is no thief worse than a royal."Galaeron glanced at Vala, who merely shrugged and turned to don her armor—by Vaasan standards, a far superior mode of dress to any of the dusky gowns Hadrhune's servants had delivered.Galaeron opted for his scout's cloak, as even the coarsest Evereskan cloth was considered extravagant by non-elves.By the time they had changed and joined the others in the courtyard, Escanor's entourage was pouring through the gate.Tall even by Shadovar standards, the prince was visible in the middle of the group, his coppery eyes glaring out over the heads of his escorts.Galaeron and the others dropped to a knee and waited while the guards took their stations around the perimeter of the courtyard.Escanor went directly to Aris's statue and circled it slowly, running his fingers over its smooth stone.Whenhe came to where the tail barb punctured his stomach, he winced visibly and turned away, craning his neck to address the kneeling giant."Very lifelike," he said.Though Escanor had spent three days in bed recovering from the removal of the phaerimm egg, he showed no sign of weakness."I could swear it's moving.""Thank you," Aris said."That means much, coming from you.""In truth, I am so fond of it I would like it for my villa," Escanor said.He motioned an unarmored servant forward."Mees will pay whatever you think fair.""Pay?" Aris seemed to puzzle over this for a moment, then said, "Unfortunately, I have already promised this piece to Hadrhune
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