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She put her arms around me again and said, "You haven't even looked at me. Far less touched me. Thatwas why I said I couldn't go on." Her voice died. She put her hand on mine. I cried out with the pain and

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she quickly caught it up, saying tenderly, "Your poor hand!" She looked at it carefully. "It's better,

though, it's much better."

I didn't like to think what it must have been, if this was better. No wonder fire had flamed, burned, ragedthrough all my nightmares! But how, in the name of all the devils hi all the hells, had I done this?

There was only one answer. Sharra. Kadarin had somehow forced me vback into the service of Sharra. But how, howl How could he use the skills of my brain while my conscious mind was elsewhere? I'dhave sworn it was impossible. Matrix work takes deliberate, conscious concentration. . . . My fistsclenched. At the searing pain in my palm I unclenched them again, slowly.

He dared! He dared to steal my mind, my consciousness ... But how? How?

There was only one answer, only one thing he could have done; use all the free-floating rage, hatred,compulsion in my mind, when my conscious control was gone-and take all that and channel it through Sharral All my burning hatred, all the frenzies of my unconscious, freed of the discipline I kept on them,fed through that vicious thing.

He had done that to me, while my own conscious mind was in abeyance. Next to that, Dyan's crime wasa boy's prank. The ruin of my face, the burn of my hand, these were nothing, nothing. He had stolen myconscious mind, he had

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used my unconscious, uncontrolled, repressed passions. . . . Horrible!

I asked Marjorie, "Did they force you, too, into Sharra?" She shivered. "I don't want to talk about it, Lew," she said, whimpering like a hurt puppy. "Please, no, no. Just... just let's be together for now.**

I drew her down on the bed beside me, held her gently in the circle of my arms. My thoughts were grim. She stroked her light fingers across my battered face and I could feel her horror at the touch of the scars. I said, my voice thick hi my throat, "Is my face so ... so repulsive to you?"

She bent down and laid her lips against the scars. She said with mat simplicity which, more than anythingelse, meant Marjorie to me, "You could never be horrible to me, Lew. I was only thinking of the pain youhave suffered, my darling."

"Fortunately I don't remember much of it," I said. How long would we be here uninterrupted? I knew without asking that we were both prisoners now, that there was no hope of any such trick as we had managed before. It was hopeless. Kadarin, it seemed, could force us to do anything. Anything!

I held her tight, with a helpless anguish. I think it was then mat I knew, for the first time, what impotencemeant, the chilling, total helplessness of true impotence.

I had never wanted personal power. Even when it was thrust on me, I had tried to renounce it And now I could not even protect mis girl, my wife, from whatever tortures, mental or physical, Kadarin wanted toinflict on her.

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at the peak of early manhood, bending my head to whatever lawful yoke was placed on ft.

And now I was helpless, bound hand and foot. What they had done they could do again.... And now,when I needed strength, I was trully impotent . . .

I said, "Beloved, Td rather die than hurt you, but I must know what has been going on." I did not askabout Sharra. Her trembling was answer enough. "How did he happen to let you come to me now, afterso long?"

She controlled her sobs and said, "I told him-and he knew I meant it-that unless he freed your mind, andlet us be together, I would kill myself. I can still do that and he cannot prevent me."

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went on, keeping her voice quiet and matter-of-fact, and only I, who knew what discipline had made her a Keeper, could have guessed what it cost her. "He can't control the ... the matrix, the thing, without me. And under drugs I can't do it at all. He tried, but it didn't work. So I have that last hold over him. He will do almost anything to keep me from killing myself. I know I should have done it. But I had to"-her voice finally cracked, just a little-"to see you again when you knew me, ask you ..."

I was more desperately frightened than ever. I asked, "Does Kadarin know that we have lain together?"

She shook her head. "I tried to tell him. I think he hears only what he wants to bear now. He is quitemad, you know. It would not matter to him anyway, he thinks it is only Comyn superstition." She bit herlip and said, "And it cannot be as dangerous as you think, I am still alive, and well.*1

Not well, I thought, looking at her pallor, the faint bluish lines around her mouth. Alive, yes. But howlong could she endure this? Would Kadarin spare her, or would he use her all the more ruthlessly toachieve his aims-whatever, in his madness, they were now-before her frail body gave way?

Did he even know he was killing her? Had he even bothered to have her monitored?

"You spoke of a fire at Caer Donn ...?*' "But you were there, Lew. You really don't remember?" "I don't. Only fragments of dreams. Terrible nightmares.** She lightly touched the horrible burn on my hand. "You got this there. "Beltran made an ultimatum. It was not his own will-he has tried to get away-but I think he is helpless in Kadarin's bands now too. He made threats and the Ter-rans refused, and Kadarin took us up to the highest part of the city, where you can look straight down into the city, and-oh, God, Lew, it was terrible, terrible, the fire striking into the heart of the city, the flames rising everywhere, screams ,.." She rolled over, hiding her head in the pillow. She said, muffled, "I can't. I can't tell you. Sharra is horrible enough, but this, the fire ... I never dreamed, never imagined. . , . And he said next time it would be the spaceport and the ships!"

Caer Donn. Our magical dream city. The city I had seen transformed by a synthesis of Terran scienceand Darkovan psi powers. Shattered, burned. Lying in ruins.

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Like our lives, like our lives.... And Marjorie and I had done it.

Marjorie was sobbing uncontrollably. "I should have died first. I will die before I use that-thatdestruction again!"

I lay holding her close. I could see the seal of Comyn, deeply marked in my wrist a few inches above thedreadful flaming burn. There was no hope for me now. I was traitor, doubly condemned and traitor.

For a moment, time reeling in my mind, I knelt before the Keeper at Arilinn and heard my own words: ".. . swear upon my life that what powers I may attain shall be used only for the good of my caste and mypeople, never for personal gain or personal ends ..."

I was forsworn, doubly forsworn. I had used my inborn talents, my tower-trained skills, to bring rum,destruction on those I was doubly sworn, as Comyn, as tower telepath, to safeguard and protect.

Marjorie and I were deeply hi rapport. She looked at me, her eyes wide in horror and protest. "You didnot do it willingly,*' she whispered. "You were forced, drugged, tortured-"

"That makes no difference." It was my own rage, my own hate, they had used. "Even to save my life, even to save yours, I should never have let them bring us back. I should have made him kill us both."

There was no hope for either of us now, no escape. Kad-arin could drug me again, force me again, andthere was no way to resist him. My own unknown hatred had set me at his mercy and there was noescape.

No escape except death.

Marjorie-I looked at her, wrung with anguish. There was no escape for her either. I should have made Kadarin kill her quickly, there in the stone hut. Then she would have died clean, not like this, slowly,forced to kill.

She fumbled at the waist of her dress, and brought out a small, sharp dagger. She said quietly, "I thinkthey forgot I still have this. Is it sharp enough, Lew? Will it do for both of us, do you think?"

That was when I broke down and sobbed, helplessly, against her. There was no hope for either of us, Iknew that But that it should come like this, with Marjorie speaking as calmly of a knife to kill us both asshe would have asked if

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her embroidery-threads were the right color-that I could not bear, that was beyond all endurance.

When at last I had quieted a little, I rose from her side, going to the door, I said aloud, "We will lock itfrom the inside this time. Death, at least, is a private affair." I drew the bolt. I had no hope that it wouldhold for long when they came for us, but by that time we would no longer care.

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knelt before Marjorie, drawing off her light sandals. I drew the clasps from her hair, laid her in my bed.

I thought I had left the Comyn. And now I was dying in order to leave Darkover in the hands of the Comyn, the only hands that could safeguard our world. I drew Marjorie for a moment into my arms.

I was ready to die. But could I force myself to kill her?

"You must," she whispered, "or you know what they will make me do. And what the Terrans will do to

all our people after that."

She had never looked so beautiful to me. Her bright flame-colored hair was streaming over hershoulders, faintly edged with light. She broke down then, sobbing. I held her against me, straining her sotightly in my arms I must have been hurting her terribly. She held me with all her strength and whispered, "It's the only way, Lew. The only way. But I didn't want to die, Lew, I wanted to live with you, to gowith you to the lowlands, I wanted ... I wanted to have your children."

I knew no pain in my life, nothing that would ever equal the agony of that moment, with Marjoriesobbing in my arms, saying she wanted to have my children. I was glad I would not live long to rememberthis; I hoped the dead did not remember....

Our deaths were all that stood between our world and terrible destruction. I took up the knife. Touchingmy finger to the edge left a stain of blood, and I was insanely glad to feel its razor sharpness.

I bent down to give her a long, last kiss on the lips. I said in a whisper, "I'll try not to ... to hurt you, mydarling...." She closed her eyes and smiled and whispered, "I'm not afraid."

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throbbing at the base of her throat. In a few moments we would both be at peace. Then let Kadarin do

his worst....

A spasm of horror convulsed me. When we were dead, the last vestige of control was gone from thematrix. Kadarin would die, of course, in the fires of Sharra. But the fires would never die. Sharra, rousedand ravening, would rage on, consume our people, our world, all of Darkover....

What would we care for that? The dead are at peace!

And for a painless death for ourselves, would we let our world be destroyed in the fires of Sharra?

The dagger dropped from my hand. It lay on the sheets beside us, but for me it was as far away as if itwere on one of the moons. I regretted bitterly that I could not give Marjone, at least, that swift andpainless death. She had suffered enough. It was right that I should live long enough to expiate my treasonhi suffering. It was cruel, unfair, to make Marjorie share that suffering. Yet, without her Keeper's training, I would not live long enough to do what I must.

She opened her eyes and said tremulously, "Don't wait, Lew. Do it now."

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Slowly, I shook my head.

'We cannot take such an easy way, beloved. Oh, we will die. But we must use our deaths. We must close the gateway into Sharra before we die and destroy the matrix if we can. We have to go into it. There's no chance-you know there's no chance at all-that we will live through it. But there is a chance that we will live long enough to close the gateway and save our world from being ravaged by Sharra's fire."

She lay looking at me, her eyes wide with shock and dread. She said in a whisper, "I would rather die."

"So would I," I said, "but such an easy way is not for us, my precious."

We had sacrificed that right. I looked with longing at the little dagger and its razor sharpness. Slowly, Mariorie nodded in agreement. She picked up die little dagger, looked at it regretfully, then rose from thebed, went to the window and flung it through the narrow window-slit. She came back, slipped downbeside me. She said, trying to steady her voice, "Now I cannot lose my courage again." Then, though hereyes were still wet, her voice held just a hint of the old laughter. "At least we will spend one night togetherin a proper bed."

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Perhaps, If you know your lifetime is measured in a single night.