"I am always fighting the same battle," he said... "I am always fighting the same battle," he said to herTo her and the two menAnd I know what I see out thereI can tell you that I am fifteen years old now, not fourteen or I could not be hereThey would not have allowed me A thought struck him"Tell me: is there a stream west of us, a river below where they are descending now?"
"There is," Donar said"Do you want to join battle there?"
A red, fierce joy was running through Baerd, wild and uncontrollableMattio, where do we claim our weapons?"
"There Mattio pointed southeast to a small nearby field where tall stalks of corn were growing, in defiance of what should have been the seasonThey will be at your stream very soon
Baerd did not speakHe followed Mattio's leadElena and Donar went with themOther men and women were in that field of corn already and Baerd saw that they were reaching down to pluck a stalk to be their weapon in the nightIt was uncanny,
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He stepped in among the others in that cornfield, careful of where he walked, and he bent down and grasped a stalk for himselfIt came free easily, even willingly to his hand in that green nightHe walked out on to fallow ground again and hefted it in his hand and swung it cautiously, and he saw that already the stalk had stiffened like metal forgedIt sliced through the air with a keen whistling soundHe tested it with a finger and drew bloodThe stalk had grown as sharp as any blade he'd ever held, and as true to his hand, and it was many-edged like the
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He looked away to the westThe Ygrathens were descending the nearest of the hillsHe could see the glint of their weapons under the moonThis is not a dream, he told himself
Donar was beside him, grim and unwaveringMattio stood beyond, a passionate defiance in his faceMen and women were gathering behind them and all around, and all of them held corn swords in their hands, and all of them looked the same: stern and resolute and unafraid
"Shall we go?" Donar said then, turning to look out upon them all"Shall we go and fight them for the fields and for our people? Will you come with me now to the Ember war?"
"For the fields!" the Night Walkers cried, and raised their living swords aloft to the sky
What Baerd di Tigana bar Saevar cried he cried only in his heart and not aloud, but he went forward with all of them, a stalk of corn like a long blade in his hand, to do battle
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When the Others fell, scaly and grey, blind and crawling with maggots, there was never any bloodElena understood why that was so, Donar had told her years ago: blood meant life, and their foes tonight were the enemies, the opposite, of any kind of lifeWhen they fell to the corn swords nothing flowed from them, nothing seeped away into the earth
There were so many of themThere always were, swirling in a grey mass like slugs, pouring down out of the hills and swarming into the stream where Donar and Mattio and Baerd had come to make their stand
Elena prepared herself to fight, amid the loud, whirling, green-tinted chaos of the nightShe was frightened, but she knew she could deal with thatShe remembered how deathly afraid she'd been in her first Ember war, wondering how she, she who could scarcely have even lifted a sword in the daytime world, could
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But Donar and Verzar had assuaged her fears: here in this green night of magic it was the soul and the spirit that mattered, here it was courage and desire that shaped and drove the bodies in which they found themselvesElena felt so much stronger on the Ember Nights, so much more lithe and quickThat had frightened her, too, the first time and even afterward: under this green moon she was someone who could killIt was a realization she had to deal with, an adjustment to be madeThey all did, to one degree or anotherNone of them were exactly what they were under the sun or the two moons of homeDonar's body on this night of war reached backwards, further every year, toward a lost image of what he once had been
Just as Baerd's very clearly, reached back as well, more than one might have guessed or expectedNot fourteen, or he would not have been
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