"My mother named me Ciara, if that seems better to you." She gave him her falcon's glance. "I could have slain you in the square, but now I think you did me a service. The truth would have come out sometime--better then, when they had no time to think about it." She laughed. "They will follow me now, over the edge of the world, if I ask them." Stark said slowly, "Even beyond the Gates of Death?" "Certainly, there. Above all, there!" She turned to one of the tall windows and looked out at the cliffs and the high notch of the pass, touched with greenish silver by the little moons. "Ban Cruach was a great king. He came out of nowhere to rule the Norlands with a rod of iron, and men speak of him still as half a god. Where did he get his power, if not from beyond the Gates of Death? Why did he go back there at the end of his days, if not to hide away his secret? Why did he build Kushat to guard the pass forever, if not to hoard that power out of reach of all the other nations of Mars? "Yes, Stark. My men will follow me. And if they do not, I will go alone." "You are not Ban Cruach. Nor am I." He took her by the shoulders. "Listen, Ciara. You're already king in the Norlands, and half a legend as you stand. Be content." "Content!" Her face was close to his, and he saw the blaze of it, the white intensity of ambition and an iron pride. "Are you content?" she asked him. "Have you ever been content?" He smiled. "For strangers, we do know each other well. No. But the spurs are not so deep in me." "The wind and the fire. One spends its strength in wandering, the other devours. But one can help the other. I made you an offer once, and you said you would not bargain unless you could look into my eyes. Look now!" He did, and his hands upon her shoulders trembled. "No," he said harshly. "You're a fool, Ciara. Would you be as Otar, mad with what you have seen?" "Otar is an old man, and likely crazed before he crossed the mountains. Besides--I am not Otar." Stark said somberly, "Even the bravest may break. Ban Cruach himself...." She must have seen the shadow of that horror in his eyes, for he felt her body tense. "What of Ban Cruach? What do you know, Stark? Tell me!" He was silent, and she went from him angrily. "You have the talisman," she said. "That I am sure of. And if need be, I will flay you alive to get it!" She faced him across the room. "But whether I get it or not, I will go through the Gates of Death. I must wait, now, until after the thaw. The warm wind will blow soon, and the gorges will be running full. But afterward, I will go, and no talk of fears and demons will stop me." She began to pace the room with long strides, and the full skirts of the gown made a subtle whispering about her.