“The draoi. Do not tell them what you are, Silverhand. Do not tell anyone who you truly are or you may find yourself responsible for far worse than a few hundred dead.” He calls it after me. Pleading. “Say nothing, do nothing, until I have explained everything to you. Promise me.” I shiver at both the certainty of his words, and their import. Nod slowly. “Not until I have heard you, Ruarc.” I shut the door behind me, and stride toward the breaking dawn.
