Manandán used Elen as he wanted, and she was helpless to give him back anything but devotion, even as he rived her mind and spirit, and tormented her by showing her the wicked heart of her brother—who did not love her but planned to steal the cup for himself and become as a god. And Elen, whose mind was now unmoored and swollen with repeated use, smiled and smiled—while deep, deep in the tiny corner she had held safe for herself, her rage grew.
