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“Who are you, who dares trespass upon this place?”

The question might have seemed harsh, but for the sheer beauty of the voice that spoke it. Arilyn’s throat tightened. The voice reached deep into her memory, recalled the lullabies her mother had crooned to her as a child. Liquid starlight—for some reason that was how Arilyn remembered her mother’s voice. This one had the same limpid, shimmering tones.

Arilyn turned to face Amlaruil Moonflower, Queen of Evermeet.

It was the elven ruler’s turn to jolt in astonishment. “Amnestria?” she whispered in a voice filled with longing and awe.

This startled Arilyn, for she did not think she looked much like her mother. Indeed, the queen quickly realized her mistake and composed her features back into the mask of regal serenity. Nor was Amlaruil much like Amnestria, Arilyn noted. The queen’s features were more delicate, her hair like silk and flame. She was tall, taller even than Arilyn, with a pale, otherworldly beauty that reminded Ajilyn of the lythari females. And although Amnestria’s inclination had been to be nearly aa solitary as her daughter, the queen was accompanied by a pair of gold elven guards and an elderly moon elf male—no doubt an advisor or a scribe.

At least they had one thing in common, Arilyn mused: each had seen Amnestria in the other. She herself would

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never have believed it possible, and she doubted the elven queen would ever accept the link between them. So be it. She herself had matters to tend.

The Harper drew the moonblade and fell to one knee. She placed the elven sword on the grass at Amlaruil’s feet.

“I am Arilyn Moonblade, daughter and blade heir of Amnestria of Evermeet. As long as the fires of Myth Drannor burn within this sword, it will serve the People and their rightful queen.”

There was a long silence. The elven monarch stood like a statue of marble and moonstone. Arilyn understood. All moonblades were pledged to the People, yet the queen could hardly accept the sword without acknowledging its wielder. With her next words, however, Arilyn gave the proud queen a way out. She took Amlaruil’s commission, given her by the hand of Captain Carreigh Macumail, and placed it beside the sword.

“I have fulfilled my duties as ambassador of Evermeet and have come to give my report.”

“Rise, and speak,” the queen said at last. She waved the guards back and bid the elderly scribe to take a seat on a fallen log.

Arilyn gave a concise but thorough accounting of the events in the Forest of Tethir. When she fell silent, Amlaruil asked her a number of questions. Finally the queen nodded.

It is not the task I gave you, but nonetheless you have done well.”

“Then permit me to name my fee” Arilyn said evenly. “Carreigh Macumail indicated that he’d been empowered to approve any request I might make. I certainly have no objection to such generosity, but in the future, you might want to fill in a figure before signing the note.”

This seemed to amuse the queen. “You are definitely Amnestria’s daughter,” she said wryly. “She was ever one to speak her mind. Yet I see that there is much of

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your father in you, as well.”

“What you see before you is my doing,” Arilyn said in a calm, even tone. “I am not a soup, made by tossing a little of this and that into a pot. As for my father, we met for the first time but three winters past.” She paused and touched the gem in her restored moonblade. “You and yours made certain of that.”

There was no accusation in her voice, just a statement of fact. By the decree of Amlaruil, the moonblade had been dismantled and the sword and stone divided between Arilyn’s mother and father. This had kept the dangerous elfgate from becoming as powerful as it might have been, but it had also robbed Arilyn of her family and the knowledge of the sword’s true power.

The queen’s gaze did not falter. “I suppose you’ve wondered why we never sought you out after Amnestria’s death.”

“No.”

Amlaruil raised one brow. “You’re not going to make this easy, I take it. Very well—nor would I in your position. It is known that those of mixed blood are banned from the island kingdom. You must understand. Evermeet is the last retreat, our only secure refuge from the incursions of humanity. Many of the People, particularly the high elves, fear our culture is giving way to that of the humans. Half-elves may in themselves be no threat, but the symbolism is too powerful. We cannot make exceptions, not even in your case. Perhaps especially in your case.”

“Yet here I am,” Arilyn pointed out.

“Yes.” The queen was silent for a long moment, and the gaze she turned upon the half-elf grew more searching. For the first time the queen’s features showed a touch of regret. “You have done remarkably well. To my knowledge, no one has ever before had to discover a moonblade’s powers alone. Had we known you possessed the potential to wield the moonblade, we would have taken another course. We knew, of course, that

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Amnestria’s blade would pass to you, but we never expected you to …”

“Survive?” Arilyn finished dryly.

“Few elves are up to the demands of an ancient moonblade,” the queen pointed out. “Most have lain dormant for centuries, and only a handful of the swords retain their power. Many elves refuse their inheritance, with no dishonor. It was not unreasonable for us to assume that a half-elven child would be unequal to the challenge.”

“But you let me try, fully expecting that I would be slain. I drew the moonblade that first time knowing nothing of this, or of the hidden requirements of the sword.”

“And had you known all, would you have done differently?”

The question was shrewd, and Arilyn was momentarily startled by the queen’s insight. Obviously, she could not deny the truth in Amlaruil’s words, and she responded with the gesture of a fencer acknowledging a hit.

“What was done is done, and I am content to leave it so,” Arilyn said. “But there is a reason why I speak of these matters now. My mother spoke often and fondly of her youngest brother, and so I have named Prince Lamruil as my blade heir. Will you tell him of his inheritance and see that he is properly prepared to receive it? I took up the sword unprepared. I would not see another do likewise.”

The queen stood in silence for a long moment. “It will be done. On behalf of my son, I thank you for showing him this honor.” She paused, as if considering what to say next. “You were speaking of your fee,” the queen prompted, clearly eager to once again put the conversation, and the extraordinary half-elf, in terms she could understand and control.

Arilyn met her gaze squarely. “I want a vast tract of land to the east of the Forest of Tethir, stretching from

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the borders of Castle Spulzeer to the origins of the Sulduskoon River. Have your agents—or the Harpers, or whoever you please—obtain the land.”

“Your fees are high,” the queen commented.

The wealth of Evermeet is fabled to be beyond reckoning. And you did say that I could name my price.”

The queen gave her a searching look. “And what will you do with these lands?”

In response, Arilyn dug one hand into her bag and drew out a handful of seeds: winged maple seeds, pine cones, acorns.

For a long moment, the queen and the half-elf held each other’s gaze. “It will be as you have requested. The lands will be ceded to you to do with as you see fit.”

Arilyn bowed and walked to the place where Ganamede had disappeared.

One more thing,” Amlaruil said softly. “In behalf of the People, I accept your fealty and your sword. May you always serve them as well as you have today.”

The half-elf turned to face the queen. She drew her moonblade and saluted in a uniquely elven gesture of respect.

The two elf women stood for a moment gazing upon one another, but there was nothing more that either could say. They were unlikely to meet again, and Amlaruil could in truth give the half-elf no more acknowledgment than this. Yet it was more than Arilyn had anticipated, and she was content.

As if sensing that her task was done, the silver wolf appeared. Arilyn slipped with him back into his veiled world, and to Tethir beyond.

And behind her, the elven queen stared thoughtfully at the shimmering gate that had brought the half-elf to Evermeet. Since she was ever the queen, part of her mind dealt with practical matters. It had never occurred to her that the lythari might be able to access this particular gate. Although no lythari had ever • proven traitorous, safeguards must be taken.

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Amlaruil stooped and picked up the commission the half-elf had left behind. She absently unrolled it and glanced at the elegant script. Her eye settled on a certain curving rune, and a jolt of astonishment shook her. A subtle, skillful turn of the quill had transformed the half-elf s chosen name “Moonblade” to “Moonflower,” the clan name of the royal moon elf family.

“Captain Macumail,” Amlaruil murmured, recognizing at once the source of this forgery.

The outrage she expected to feel at this sacrilege simply did not come. Amnestria was lost to her, but her daughter’s daughter was a credit to the People… and the clan.

“Arilyn Moonflower,” the queen repeated softly. Although she realized no elf on Evermeet could ever hear her speak these words, they felt right and good upon her lips.

At dawn, several days hence, the survivors of Zoastria’s Stand stood together at the eastern boundaries of Tethir. They all came: the green elves—both Elmanesse and Suldusk—the lythari, even the fauns and centaurs. Only Jill and Kendel Leafbower were missing, for now that his self-assigned task had been completed, the dwarf was eager to see his kinfolk once again, and the two had departed the evening before.

All who gathered carried the grandchildren of Cormanthor—seedlings from the ancient trees that in centuries to come would extend the wondrous forest for miles. It was a small thing, perhaps, in the face of all that the sylvan folk had lost and all that they would continue to endure. But each tree was a living link to their beloved forest and a symbol of the new coalition between the tribes, the lythari, and the other sylvan creatures. They who had merely endured, would now rebuild.

And so they worked together throughout thai long

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day, with a harmony rare among the forest folk. With the coming of night, they retreated to the familiar haven of the trees.

When the evening meal was over and the songs and tales fell silent, Foxfire sought out Arilyn and asked her to walk with him. They walked in silence until they found themselves back in the seedling forest. It was an oddly appropriate place, one that mingled new beginnings with ancient and cherished memories.

“I have a message for you from Rhothomir,” he began. “It is not one he could easily give himself, so I offered to speak for him. This I do with all my heart.”

“Speaker for the Speaker now, are you?” she teased him. The elf smiled faintly, but he would not be deterred.

“The People of Tethir offer you a home in their midst. Join the tribe and live beneath the trees your own hands planted. This is your place,” he concluded softly.

“There is a part of me that would like to accept,” she said with complete honesty. There is a part of me that will remain. But look around you,” she said, sweeping a hand toward the fledgling trees and the little mounds of soft earth where the sylvan folk had planted seeds of hope.

“You will live to see these trees grow. I am half-elven, Foxfire, and I will be gone before the branches of these two oaklings meet overhead. There are things I must do elsewhere. Like the lythari, it is given to me to walk between two worlds. You have shown me that my soul is elven and have helped me to know that my path and my heart lie with the humans. But I can promise you this,” she vowed as she drew her moonblade from its ancient scabbard. “As long as the fires of Myth Drannor burn within this sword, a hero will return to the Forest of Tethir in time of need.”

She showed him the blade, and the bright new rune that blazed upon it, and then she slid the moonblade carefully back into its place. “It is given to me to add a

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power to the sword. This is it: when the people of Tethir are in need, the wielder of this blade will come. But most likely, it won’t be me. My life will not be that long, and I wish you to have peace long after I have joined my ancestors.”

Foxfire nodded and then gathered her into his arms. Arilyn went to him, remembering everything, and regretting nothing. Her elven soul would always be linked to this forest. Perhaps, in some future age, she would return, her essence giving strength to the elven sword. But as she had said to her dear friend, her heart lay elsewhere, and so did her path.

Twenty-five

It was after midsummer when Lord Hhune’s carriage rolled through the northern gates of Zazesspur. He had enjoyed a very eventful interlude in Waterdeep, the rival city to the north. Granted, some of his plots and plans had withered on the vine. It did not appear as if the northern outposts of Zazesspur’s thieves and assassins guilds would take hold—a pity, for these were favored tools of the Knights of the Shield. And he, Hhune, had been labeled as a member of this hostile group and barred from Waterdeep. The Knights had also lost their capable agent in Waterdeep. The Lady Lucia Thione had been unmasked and exiled. It would be many long years before the Knights of the Shield again managed to place an informant so high in Waterdhavian society.

Even so, Hhune felt certain he could turn these losses into personal gain. Although he could not enter the northern city again, there was to be no disruption of shipping between Zazesspur and the north. And

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Waterdeep was still reeling from a series of disasters: crop failure, incursions of monsters stripping the forests of game and the fields of cattle, political uncertainty. Zazesspur’s goods and surplus crops would find an eager, almost desperate market. Finally, he had with him the deposed agent, and he had spent much of the trip southward mentally devising various uses for her.