'
The older man had left it at that, but there was no doubt in Karal's mind that he knew how An'desha had managed to help him through his own crisis of conscience. Altra had seconded the Shin'a'in's request as soon as Lo'isha was off tending to some other urgent problem. After that, how could Karal have possibly refused?
'There wasn't anything you did or didn't do that would have made a difference for the better,' Karal persisted. 'How could there have been? We tried to do more than Urtho could, and it
'I should have known about those other weapons,' An'desha said, his voice muffled by his sleeve. 'I should have known what they'd do when they started to fail.'
'How?' Karal asked acerbically. 'Those were
One red eye emerged from the shelter of An'desha's sleeve. 'But—' he began.
'But, nothing,' Karal said with great firmness. 'You aren't a Foreseer, and you don't have Urtho's memories, you have Ma'ar's. And if you'd go walk the Moonpaths, you'd find out from the
An'desha winced, blanching, which looked quite interesting though Altra's eyes. 'I can't—' he began.
Karal fixed him with what he hoped was a stem gaze, even though he couldn't feel his eyes responding the way they should. 'That sounds exactly like what someone who's been thrown says,' he replied. 'What do you do when a horse throws you?'
'You get back on,' An'desha said faintly, 'but—'
'You've already used 'but' too many times.' Karal patted his elbow. 'Try saying, 'all right,' instead.'
'All right,' An'desha replied obediently, then realized he'd been tricked. Karal wasn't about to let him off.
'Go,' he said, and got unsteadily to his feet again. Instead of looking down, he sensed that his head was in a position of looking out, echoing Altra's head-posture. 'Go walk the Moonpaths. I want you to, Lo'isha wants you to. That ought to be reason enough, right there.'
Having finished what he had to say, and having partly tricked An'desha into agreement, he left and returned to his own pallet, far from the others, where he sank down onto it, exhausted by holding back his own emotions, and cried himself to sleep.
'
He looked around, startled. He wasn't in his bed in the Tower anymore; he was standing in the middle of—of nowhere he recognized. There was opalescent mist all around him, and a path of softly glowing silver sand beneath his feet. Not only that, but it was his own eyes that he was looking out of, not Altra's.
Where was he? This wasn't like any dream he had ever had before. In fact, it was rather like the descriptions that An'desha had given him of the Moonpaths. But that was a place that only Shin'a'in could reach, wasn't it?
Wasn't it?
'
This time, when he turned around, there
'Tre'valen!' he exclaimed 'Dawnfire! But—'
'
'You did?' said someone else, incredulously, 'That's all?' Karal found, without any surprise at all, that An'desha had somehow come to stand beside him. 'But, why didn't you come back when I called you then?'