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Mar. 31st, 2007 08:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Not long ago, the Circle of the Light took to a room in the west wing of the castle; night and day, in rotating shifts, the Old Ones focus on holding the damaged spells that guard the Summer Country. Half of the Circle, including Merriman and Will, is currently on duty, and the other half sleeps. Bran looked in on the Circle this afternoon, but there was nothing for him to see or do in that room; there were only Old Ones, hands linked in a closed chain, staring blankly into the air.
Bran has no other duties, for the moment, and he can hardly focus for the weight of the power pushing on his mind. He would seek out Moiraine, except that she has gone to Milliways. Instead, he crosses the castle courtyard to walk to his mother's chambers.
Bran has no other duties, for the moment, and he can hardly focus for the weight of the power pushing on his mind. He would seek out Moiraine, except that she has gone to Milliways. Instead, he crosses the castle courtyard to walk to his mother's chambers.
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Date: 2007-04-20 05:10 am (UTC)One corner of his mouth twitches at the thought.
'The Hunt had that power in our world; it enabled them to chase the Dark to the ends of the earth.'
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Date: 2007-04-20 05:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-20 05:33 am (UTC)And inclines his head with a faint irony that is, nonetheless, not refusal.
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Date: 2007-04-20 05:48 am (UTC)no subject
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