The Sword Of Angels (Gollancz S.F.) (131 page)

Lukien looked at Gilwyn in surprise. Unlike Malator, Gilwyn was not playing games. The perfect day had been sullied by blood and terrible choices, and Lukien did not know what to do or even how to get up off his knees.

‘What will I do if I choose life?’ he asked.

‘What, don’t you think we need you?’ Gilwyn smiled. ‘There’s still so
much to do in Jador. And what about Liiria? You could go back there if you want. You can help Lothon and the others rebuild. And even if you don’t, there will always be a place for you here, Lukien. Remember – you are Shalafein.’

His words brought something deep within Lukien back to life. Slowly, he managed to rise to his feet. Glancing around, he heard the stream again and the rushing of its water. Once again he felt the warm light of the sun on his face. He had chosen a special place to die. In a way, it was a kind of paradise.

‘Yes,’ he said softly. ‘I am Shalafein.’

The Protector.

THE END