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One. I'll explain later."
"A hellgod loose?Something will have to be done about her, but I think I can
do more advising the Sacred King than launching into an adventure with you.
Dynarien sat down cross-legged, by Isranon's head. He inclined his head to
look up at Nans standing beside him.  I thought he was a battle-mage. This
fellow is a life-mage. The angle of his head shifted with his intensifying
puzzlement, his long red-gold hair sliding over his shoulders.
"Not a life-mage, Isranon murmured so softly that Nans barely heard him.
 I'm sa'necari."
Nans glanced at Dynarien swiftly, praying that he had not heard. She wished
then Isranon were not so damned honest; he had begun to trust in the Light far
more than the Light deserved to be trusted in matters like this one.
Dynarien gave no sign of having heard it. He stretched and stood up.  It's
getting too crowded in here. I need some air and I want to check out that
thing's carcass."
Nans tucked a light coverlet around Isranon as her gaze followed Dynarien
from the tent.  Do you think he heard?"
"Nah, Dynanna said.  He would've just chopped him. But maybe I should go ask
him?"
"I'll come with you. Nans felt a sudden sense of camaraderie with her
half-sister that thawed the icy walls she normally raised between them over
Dynanna's impulsiveness.
When they emerged from the tent, they caught sight of Dynarien disappearing
into the trees beyond the edge of camp and trotted in that direction.
* * * *
Dynarien strode through the camp, his red-gold hair glinting in the sunlight.
The eyes of everyone he passed followed him, knowing that a legend walked
among them. Outwardly he seemed calm as a summer evening, inwardly the storms
of autumn screamed. His sisters had allied themselves with a sa'necari. They
had to have known what that would do to him. A breath of betrayal blew through
him. He had fallen in love with a Sharani and her mate, those triadic women
who required three parents to produce viable offspring, father, bloodmother,
and wombmother. The shining star around which he and Edouina had circled was
dead: murdered by sa'necari and their vampire allies. He had lain with Talons
only twice. The first time when she begged him to touch her and he left her
with child, and the second time when the three of them plighted their troth
and became married in the eyes of the gods, if not in the eyes of myn. The
next day Talons died. Now he and Edouina were raising the children without her
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and a bitterness rose in his throat.Bloody sa'necari.
Ahead of Dynarien, six rangers worked on the body of the susgrag, hacking him
to pieces. The cursed armor lay to one side in a bloodstained pile of wretched
metal. The mage had impressed him with his power and his determination, but
all that had become marred by the revelation of themon's true nature. Dynarien
could not understand how a sa'necari could have made his spells manifest like
a life-mage's. It did not matter. It would not protect him. Not now that
Dynarien knew the truth.
He turned away from the rangers, stepping into the trees. Dynarien did not
want to fight his sisters. His father would be unhappy with him if he hurt
them, and he would be unhappy with himself if he did so. Yet, the sa'necari
had to die. He would be protecting them both from themon's dangerous
influence. Dynarien moved deeper into a stand of hickories and then Jumped
back into the tent.
As he had expected, his sisters had followed him out and were probably
looking for him. Only a handful of lycans and the wounded occupied the big
tent.
Dynarien knelt beside Isranon again. Themon must have sensed his presence,
because Isranon opened his eyes and looked up at Dynarien.
"So, Dynarien said in a casual tone,  you're sa'necari."
"Yes."
Dynarien smiled thinly,  I thought you were a life-mage or a battle-mage or
something. That was quite a trick you pulled with the susgrag."
Isranon frowned, uncertainly.  I am majios sa'necari. My magic is mixed."
"Majios sa'necari?I have never heard of such a thing."
Nevin stirred uneasily beside Isranon, lifting his black head to regard
Dynarien. Around the tent, the other lycans glanced toward them.
"I am the only one, Isranon told him.
Dynarien's gaze was drawn to the staff beside Isranon and his eyes widened in
recognition. He had touched that staff twice in his existence and channeling
its power had nearly burned the soul from his body.  That's Warrior!My
brother's staff that was stolen from him when he was murdered."
Isranon sucked in a weary breath, frowning more deeply at the yuwenghau.
 Yes, it is."
Dynarien swiftly schooled himself to a mask of impassivity.  Let me show you
something just as wondrous."
"What?"
Very slowly, so it would not appear to be a threat, Dynarien drew his golden
sword and extended it where Isranon could see the gleaming metal with the
delicate runes incised on the blade.
"Kenda'ryl? Isranon asked, recognizing the magic metal often referred to as
the metal of the gods because it could hold the strongest magical charge of
all the metals and was harder than steel.
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Dynarien grinned at him.  Yes. It was given to me when I turned eighteen by
GimliGloikynen. The God of Dwarves forged it himself."
"Truly? A note of wonder entered Isranon's voice.
"Yes. It was forged to destroy monsters and evil things, evil myn such as
vampires and sa'necari. With those words, Dynarien raised the blade suddenly
to drive it through Isranon's chest.
Instantly Nevin went for Dynarien's wrist, his teeth closing on it. Dynarien
yelled a curse and snagged Nevin by the throat with his other hand.
"Don't make me kill you, lycan."
Nevin held on as he felt the breath being shut off from his lungs. Darianna
changed to her transitional form and threw herself across Isranon, shielding
him with her body. The other lycans gave voice to howls and snarls as they
swarmed Dynarien, who tossed them about as if they weighed nothing at all.
* * * *
Nans head jerked up at the sounds of the struggle coming from the
tent. Dynarien!"
She started to run back. Dynanna grabbed her wrist,  This is faster."
Nans had only a second to feel the tingle of a Jump and then they were
standing in front of the tent. She sprang inside and shoved through the
sprawled lycans who were getting to their feet for another try at stopping her
half-brother.
"Holy Gophers! Dynanna shouted.  Don't you dare touch him, Isranon'smine. "
Dynarien glanced up just as Nans pounced on him from behind and locked her
arms around his chest, pinioning his upper arms. Dynanna lunged across the
distance and came up in front of him, hissing. She grabbed his sword-wrist as
Nevin lost his hold on it.
"He's a fucking sa'necari, Dynarien shouted.
"I'll give you a case of bloody hives that will have you scratching for
eternity, Dynanna threatened.
"Let go of me!"
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