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Dissolute nobles, master spies, and the unlikeliest of heroes, Alec and Seregil have survived exile, treachery, and black magic. But the road that lies ahead is the most hazardous theyve ever traveled. For with enemies on all sides, they must walk a narrow path between good and evil where one misstep might be their last. Having escaped death and slavery in Plenimar, Alec and Seregil want nothing more than to go back to their nightrunning life in Rhminee. Instead they find themselves saddled with Sebrahn, a strange, alchemically created creature - the prophesied child of no woman. Its moon-white skin and frightening powers make Sebrahn a danger to all whom Alec and Seregil come into contact with, leaving them no choice but to learn more about Sebrahns true nature. With the help of trusted friends and Seregils clan, the duo set out to discover the truth about this living homunculus - a journey that can lead only to danger or death. For Seregils old nemesis Ulan Sathil of Virsse and Alecs own long-lost kin are after them, intent on possessing both Alec and Sebrahn. On the run and hunted, Alec and his comrades must fight against time to accomplish their most personal mission ever.

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The White Road

(The fifth book in the Nightrunner series)

Lynn Flewelling

For my terrific kid sister, Susan.

Thanks for your love,

support, and enthusiasm

all these years.

acknowledgments

I would like to thank my wonderful editor, Anne Groell, for her insight and care with this book, and my wonderful husband, Doug, for his unwavering support.

Thanks also to heavy metal cello band (thats rightcellos) Apocalyptica, for making such great music to write to.

CHAPTER 1 Safe Harbor DYINGeven for just a little whiletook a lot out of a - photo 1

CHAPTER 1

Safe Harbor

DYINGeven for just a little whiletook a lot out of a person. Alec and his companions had arrived in Gedre last night and Alec had managed to stay on his horse as they rode up from the harbor to the clan house, but hed spoiled it by fainting in the courtyard. Mydri had taken one sharp look at him and packed him off to bed in a room overlooking the harbor. And when their host saw Sebrahn, Riagil Molan had ordered that the rhekaro stay hidden, too. Given Sebrahns strange appearance, Alec could hardly blame him.

Winter rain lashed against the window across the room and the wind moaned in the chimney. Gedre harbor was barely visible, the ships anchored there just dark smudges in the mist. After their stormy crossing from Plenimar, it was rather nice to be in a soft bed that didnt roll under him. He had no idea what time it was. When hed awakened, Seregil was already gone, no doubt to speak with his sisters or their host, the khirnari.

Sebrahn was curled up on the cushions of the window seat, gazing outthough at what it was impossible to say. The rhekaro might have Alecs childhood features, but it was impossible to pass him off as an ordinary child. His pale, silver-white hair hung nearly to the floor behind him. His white skin looked ghostly in the grey light, and his silver eyes were the color of steel. Riagils wife, Yhali, had replaced the rags Sebrahn had arrived in with soft Aurnfaie tunics, knitted stockings, and shoes that fit him, though Sebrahn seemed confused by the latter and kept taking them off. Just as any little child might do

But hes not a child, is he?

Pushing that thought away, Alec reached for the mug Mydri had left on the bedside table and sipped the medicinal broth. His hand shook a bit, spilling a few drops down the front of his nightshirt.

He and Seregil had been in desperate condition when Micum and Thero had found them in Plenimar, but Sebrahn had been even worse. He was made of magic and had used a staggering amount to kill their pursuers in the Plenimaran wilderness, bring Alec back from Bilairys gate, and heal both Seregil and Alec. For the first few days of the voyage they feared that the wizened, depleted little rhekaro might have used himself up. Too weak to get out of his bunk, Alec had fed Sebrahn several times a day, squeezing blood from his fingertip onto the rhekaros little grey tongue. After a few days of this Sebrahn grew more alert and continued to improve. And today he seemed nearly himself again.

Alec wondered how long Riagil and Mydri were going to keep him shut away up here. His long linen nightshirt was fresh, but he hadnt had a proper bath since theyd escaped from the alchemists villa almost two weeks ago. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, which hung halfway down his backlank and dirty. His fingers caught in snarls and tangles. Stretching out one long blond strand, he wonderednot for the first timewhether he should just cut it off, as Seregil had sacrificed his during their escape.

Sebrahn was squirming around now. One by one, the borrowed shoes fell to the floor. The alchemist, Charis Yhakobin, had created the rhekaro to be nothing more than a sexless, voiceless toolone whose unnatural flesh and strange white blood could, according to Yhakobin, be distilled for some kind of potent elixir. But Sebrahn and his ill-fated predecessor had been much more than that. Sebrahn might be sexless, but he was not voiceless, or mindless, either.

What do you see? asked Alec.

Sebrahn turned to look at him. Ahek.

Alec chuckled. His name had been Sebrahns first halting word. Since then, hed managed a few more for people, things, and a few actions. Understanding was another matter. Strangely, it didnt seem to matter whether you spoke Skalan, faie, or Plenimaran to him. Tell him cup, tyxa, or kupa, and if there was one in the room, he would fetch it.

Sebrahn left the window seat and joined Alec on the bed, leaning against his side. Alec touched the rhekaros soft, cool little hand, noting the thin scars that ringed the base of several fingers where theyd grown back after Yhakobin cut them off for some experiment.

Why didnt you sing to save yourself?

Alec gathered him close again, his heart beating a little faster. No one is going to hurt you again, or take you away. If they try, well leave.

Sebrahn looked around the room, then pointed out the window and said in his raspy little voice, Leeeve.

Thats right. On a ship. Can you say ship?

Sebrahn was not interested.

Chamber pot.

The rhekaro slipped off the bed and pulled the required vessel from under the bed. Alec made use of it and had Sebrahn put it back for the skutter to deal with. Now what? There didnt appear to be anything he could do but watch the rain. It was a relief when he heard someone coming up the stairs to his door.

Micum looked in and grinned. Thats a long face!

Where is everybody?

Micum came in and pulled a chair up beside the bed. At breakfast. I came up to see if youre awake. Hungry?

Not really.

Micum held out his hands, and Sebrahn abandoned Alec for the big mans lap.

Traitor, Alec grumbled. Sebrahn had warmed to their tall, red-haired friend during the voyage. Sebrahn reached up to touch Micums thick, grey-streaked moustache, apparently puzzled that the big man had something on his face that his two beardless protectors didnt.

Uncle Micum, Alec said with a smile.

Micum laughed and kissed Sebrahns hand, just as if he were one of his own brood. I like the sound of that. What do you say, little sprout?

Sebrahn didnt say anything, just leaned against Micums broad chest and fixed his gaze on Alec. It was too easy to imagine anything he wanted in those eyes. What Sebrahn was really feelingor if he couldremained a mystery.

Alec and Micum were in the midst of a game of cards when Seregil came in with the wizards. Magyana looked most of her two centuries today; under a fringe of grey bangs, her lined face was pale and tired, but her eyes were kind as always. Thero, still in the youth of his first century, was tall and dark, with a thin beard and dark curling hair pulled back from a long, somewhat austere face. But his pale green eyes were warm, too, as he took in the sight of Alec and Sebrahn.

We need to talk, Seregil said, sitting down on the bed beside Alec.

Ill leave you to it, Micum said, putting Sebrahn on the bed and rising to go.

Please, stay, said Thero. We have no secrets from you in this matter.

This sounded serious, and all the more so when Magyana threw the latch and cast a warding on the room to keep out prying ears.

Now then, this creature she began, her lined face somber.

Please dont call him that, said Alec. Hes a person and he has a name.

He is not a person, my dear, Magyana told him gently. You may be right about the rest of it, but hes not human, or faie, either.

Theres something we need to tell you, said Thero.

What is it?

Thero sensed it, but not clearly, when he first saw Sebrahn in Plenimar, Magyana explained. Its true that the rhekaro has been given the semblance of a child, but another form radiates beyond the physical. I dont understand it, but what I see around him is the form of a young dragon.

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