Onos T’oolan studied the two of them. ‘You resist me well – and I see the strength you find in each other. It is…strange.’ ‘First Sword,’ said Ulag, ‘it is love.’ Onos was silent, struggling to comprehend the warrior’s statement. ‘We did not discover it from within ourselves,’ Rystalle Ev said. ‘We found it—’ ‘Like a stone in a stream,’ Ulag said. ‘Bright, wondrous—’ ‘In the stream, First Sword, of your thoughts.’ ‘When the mountains thunder, and the ice in the high passes at last shatters to spring’s warmth.’ Ulag lifted a withered hand, let it fall again. ‘The stream becomes a torrent,
...more
