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On the shores of the Lake of Hali, where legend said that Hastur, son of Light, had first come to Darkover, Domenic’s body was laid in an unmarked grave, as the custom demanded. Callista leanedheavily on Andrew as they stood beside the opened grave, and he picked up her thought:
 
It does notmatter where he lies, he has gone elsewhere. But it would have comforted my father, if he couldrest in Armida soil
 
.

Andrew looked around the burying ground and shivered. Here beneath his feet lay all that was mortal ofcountless generations of Comyn, with no sign to tell where they lay except for the irregular mounding ofthe ground, thrust into heaps by spring thaw and winter snow. Would his own sons and daughters lie hereone day? Would he, himself, some day rest here under the strange sun?

Valdir, as nearest of kin, stepped first to the graveside. His voice was high and childish, and he spokehesitantly.

“When I was five years old, my brother Domenic lifted me from my pony and said I should have a horse fit for a man. He took me to the stables, and helped the
 
coridom
 
choose a gentle horse for me. Let that memory lighten grief.”

He stepped back and Valentine Aillard took his place. “In my first year in Nevarsin I was lonely andmiserable, as all the boys are, only more so, because I have neither mother nor father living, and my sisterwas fostered far away. Domenic had come to visit Valdir. He took me into the town and bought mesweets and gifts so that I would have what the other boys had after a visit from kinfolk. When he sent Valdir gifts at Midwinter festival he sent me a gift too. Let that memory lighten grief.”

One by one, the members of the funeral party stepped forward, each with some memory or tribute ofthe one who lay in his grave. Cathal Lindir could only stand silent, swallowing his sobs, and finally he onlyblurted out, “We were
 
bredin
 
. I loved him,” and stepped back, hiding himself in the crowd, unable evento speak the ritual words. Callista, taking his place at the graveside, said, “He was the only one in myfamily to whom I was not… not something apart and strange. Even when I dwelt at Arilinn, and all myother kinsfolk treated me as a stranger, Domenic was always the same to me. Let that memory lightengrief.” She wished that Ellemir were here, to hear the tributes to her favorite brother. But Ellemir hadchosen to remain with her father. Domenic, she said, was past all help or hurt, but her father needed her.

Andrew stepped in his turn to the graveside. “I came a stranger to Armida. He stood beside me at my

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wedding, for I had no kinsman at my side.” As he ended with “Let that memory lighten grief,” he felt

saddened that he had had so little time to know his young brother-in-law.

It seemed that every lord and lady of Comyn who had ridden to Domenic’s grave had searched theirmemory for some small kindness, some pleasant encounter for the mourners to remember the dead. Lorenz Ridenow, who, Andrew remembered, had schemed to oust Domenic from his command of the Guards on the grounds of his youth, spoke of how modest and competent the boy had been under theauthority thrust on him so young. Danvan Hastur, a short, sturdy young man, with silver-gilt hair and grayeyes, cadet-master in the Guards, told how the young commander had interceded for the victim of a cruelprank among the cadets. Damon, who had been Domenic’s cadet-master when he was fourteen and newto the cadets, remembered, and told them, that in spite of Domenic’s perpetual pranks and mischief, hehad never heard Domenic make a joke with any malice, or play a prank with anything of cruelty in it. Andrew realized, with a sorrowful pang, how much the boy would be missed. It would be hard on

Valdir, to fill the place of a young man so universally liked and respected.

As they rode home the fog began to lift. Riding through the gap in the hills leading down into Thendara, Andrew looked again across the valley to the buildings which had begun to thrust upward within theenclosed walls of the Terran Zone, the hum of machinery, perceptible even from this distance, for thebuilding there. Once he had been Andrew Carr and dwelt in a compound like that, yellow lights blottingout the color of whatever sun he lived under, and he had not cared what lay beyond. Now he lookedindifferently at the small distant shapes of spaceships, the skeleton ribs of the unfinished skyscrapers. Allthat had nothing to do with him.

As he turned away he saw the eyes of Lorill Hastur resting on him. Lorill was Regent of Comyn Council,and Callista had explained that he was more powerful than the King, a man of middle age, tall,commanding, with dark-red hair fading to white at the temples. His eyes caught and held Andrew’s for amoment. The Terran remembered that Lorill was supposed to be a powerful telepath and looked quicklyaway. He knew that was foolish—if the Hastur lord wished to read his mind, he could do it withoutlooking him in the eye! And he knew enough of the courtesies of telepaths now to know Lorill would notdo so uninvited without good reason. Yet he felt ill at ease, knowing he was there under false pretenses. No one knew he was Terran. But he tried to appear indifferent, listening as Callista pointed out thebanners of the Domains to him.

“The silver fir tree on the blue banner is Hastur, of course, you saw it when Leonie came to Armida.

And that is the Ridenow banner with the green and gold, where Lorenz is riding. Damon has the right to a banner-bearer, but he seldom bothers with it. The red and gray feathers are the banner of Aillard, and the silver tree and crown belong to the Elhalyn. They were once a sept of the Hasturs.” Prince Duvic, Andrew thought, who had come to honor the heir to Alton, looked less regal than Lorill Hastur, or even young Danvan. Duvic was a spoiled, dissolute-looking youth, foppishly dressed in fur.

“And that is old
Dom
 
Gabriel of Ardais, and his consort Lady Rohana; see the hawk on their banner?”

“That’s only six counting Armida,” Andrew said, counting. “What is the seventh Domain?”

“The Domain of Aldaran was exiled long ago. I have heard all kinds of reasons given, but I suspect it was simply that they lived too far away to come to Council every year. Castle Aldaran is far away in the Hellers, and it is difficult to govern folk who live so far in the mountains that no man can tell whether or not they keep the laws. Some say the Aldarans were not exiled but seceded of their free will. Everyone you ask will tell a different tale of why the Aldarans are no longer the seventh Domain. I suppose some day one of the larger Domains will divide again, so that there are seven. The Hasturs did so when the old line of the Elhalyn died out. We are all akin anyway, and many of the minor nobility have Comyn blood.

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Father spoke once of marrying Ellemir to Cathal…” She was silent and Andrew sighed, thinking of theimplications. He had married into an hereditary caste of rulers. Ellemir’s coming child, any child Callistamight bear, would inherit an awesome responsibility.

And I started on a horse ranch in Arizona!

He felt equally overawed when, later that day, the Comyn Council gathered in what Callista called the Crystal Chamber, a room high in one of the turrets, fashioned of translucent stone, cut in prisms whichflashed with the light of the sun, so that it was like moving in the heart of a rainbow. The room wasoctagonal, with tiers of seats, each of the Comyn Domains under their own emblem and banner. Callistawhispered that every member of a family holding Council-right, and known to have
 
laran
 
, had anindisputable right to appear and speak in Council. As Keeper of Arilinn she had held such a right, thoughshe had seldom bothered to come.

Leonie was there with the Hasturs; Andrew looked away from her. But for her, Callista might now behis wife in more than name and perhaps it would be Callista, not Ellemir, bearing his child.

But then, he thought, he would never have known Ellemir. How could he wish for that?

Dom
Esteban, pale and drawn but straight and dignified in his wheeled chair, sat in the lowest ranks ofseats, at floor level. On either side his sons were seated, Valdir pale and excited, Dezi’s face smooth andunreadable. Andrew saw the lifted eyebrows, the curious glances at Dezi. The family resemblance wasunmistakable, and for
Dom
 
Esteban to seat Dezi at his side in the Crystal Chamber was like a belatedpublic acknowledgment.

Lorill Hastur’s voice was deep and solemn. “This morning we paid our respects to the heir to Alton,tragically killed by misadventure. But life goes on, and we must now designate the next heir. Esteban Lanart-Alton, will you—” He amended, looking at the old man in the wheeled chair, “Can you take yourplace among us? If not, you may speak from where you are.”

Dezi rose and wheeled the chair forward, returning unobtrusively to his seat.

“Esteban, I call upon you to designate the next heirs to your Domain, that we may know them and

accept them all.”

Esteban said quietly, “My nearest heir is my youngest legitimate son, Valdir-Lewis Lanart-Ridenow, bymy lawful wife
di catenas
 
, Marcella Ridenow.” He beckoned Valdir to come forward; the boy knelt athis father’s feet.

“Valdir-Lewis Lanart-Alton,”
Dom
 
Esteban said, for the first time giving him the Domain title used only by the head of the Domain and his nearest heir, “as a younger son you were not sworn to Comyn even by proxy, and because of your youth, no formal oath may be required or accepted. I ask you only, then, if you will abide faithfully by vows sworn in your name, and repeat them for yourself when you are lawfully of an age to do so.”

The boy’s voice was shaking. “I will.”

“Then,” and he gestured to Valdir to rise and formally embraced him, kissing him on both cheeks, “I

name you heir to Alton. Is there any to challenge this?”

Gabriel Ardais, a man in his sixties, tall and soldierly but graying and gaunt, with the pallor of ill-health,

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said in a harsh and rusty voice, “I do not challenge, Esteban, that the boy is lawfully born and looks healthy, and my fosterling Valentine, who was his playmate at Nevarsin, tells me he is quick and intelligent. But I like it not, that the heir to so powerful a Domain should be a minor child. Your health is uncertain, Esteban; you must consider the possibility that you may not live for Valdir to reach manhood. A regent, to the Domain should be appointed.”

“I am ready to appoint a regent,” Esteban said. “My next heir after Valdir is the unborn son of my daughter Ellemir. By your leave, my lords, I will designate her husband, Damon Ridenow, as regent of Alton, and guardian of Valdir and the unborn child.”

“He is not an Alton,” Aran Elhalyn protested, and Esteban answered, “He is nearer kin than many others; his mother was my youngest sister Camilla. He is my nephew, and bears
 
laran
 
, and he holds marriage-right in the Domain.”

Aran said, “I know Lord Damon. He is no youth, but a responsible man nearing his fortieth year. He hasborne honorably many responsibilities given to Comyn sons. But we were not informed in Council of thismarriage. May we ask why a marriage between Comyn son and
 
comynara
 
was made in such unseemlyhaste, and under only a freemate bond?”

“It was not Council season,” Esteban said, “and the young people did not want to wait half a year.”

“Damon,” said Lorill Hastur, “if you are to be named regent to a Domain, it would seem more suitable for your marriage to be made lawfully under Council law,
 
di catenas
 
. Are you willing to marry Ellemir Lanart with full ceremony?”

Damon replied good-naturedly, his hand on Ellemir’s, “I will marry her a dozen times if you will, underany ritual you like, if she will have me.”

Ellemir laughed aloud, a merry little ripple. “Can you doubt that, my husband?”

“Then come forward, Damon Ridenow of Serrais.” Damon made his way into the central space of the room, and Lorill asked solemnly, “Damon, are you free to accept this obligation? Are you heir to your own Domain?”

“Not within a dozen places,” said Damon. “I have four older brothers, and among them, I believe, they have eleven sons, or had when I last counted; it may be more by now. And Lorenz is already twice a grandfather. I will swear allegiance to Alton willingly, if my brother and Lord of Serrais will give me leave.”

“Lorenz?” Lorill asked with a glance at the side of the room where the Ridenow lords sat. Lorenz shrugged. “Damon may do as he will. He is of responsible years, and not likely to succeed to the heirship of Serrais. He is married into the Alton Domain. I consent.”

Damon glanced at Andrew with a comical lift of one eyebrow, and Andrew picked up his thought:
 
Surely that is the first time Lorenz has ever approved entirely of anything I did
 
. But outwardly hewas solemn, as befitted this most serious of occasions.

“Kneel, then, Damon Ridenow,” Lorill said. “You have been named regent and guardian to the Alton Domain, as nearest of male kin to Valdir-Lewis Lanart-Alton, heir to Alton, and to the unborn son of Ellemir, your lawful wife. Are you prepared to swear allegiance to the lord of the Domain, Warden of Alton, and to renounce all other loyalties save that to the King and the Gods?”

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Damon said steadily, “I do so swear.”