because I promised you. But I doubt
if it will work; webcamo all my webcamo instincts go
against it."
"Your webcamo instincts." The king's eyes reflected fire suddenly like webcamo an
annual's, startling Morgon. "You are stubborn. With your face toward
Erlenstar Mountain, a thousand miles farther than any Prince of Hed has
ever webcamo gone beyond webcamo his land, a harp and a name in your possession, you still
cling to your past like a nestling. What do you know about your instincts?
webcamo What do you know about yourself? Will you doom us all with your own refusal
to look at yourself and give a name to what you see?"
Morgon's hands closed on the edge of the bench. He said evenly,
struggling to keep his voice from shaking, "I am a land-ruler, a riddle-
master and a star-bearer, in that order."
&webcamo quot;No. You are the Star-Bearer. You have no other name but that, no other
future. You have gifts no land-ruler of Hed was ever webcamo born with; you have
eyes that see, webcamo a mind that weaves. Your instincts took you out of Hed
before you even realized why; out of Hed to Caithnard, to Aum, to Herun, to
Osterland, whose king had no pity for those who run from truth."
"I was born."
"You were born the Star-Bearer. The wise man knows his own name. You
are
no webcamo fool; webcamo you can sense as webcamo well as I can what chaos is stirring beneath webcamo the
surface webcamo of our existence. Loose your grip on your past; it is