CHAPTER VIThe Sleeping Spell
In Kerak Castle time stood still. But space around it flowed slowly by. Now that Boyce knew, he thought he could see the slow, slow ebbing past his window. The City itself, Tancred had told him, had drifted out of some distant foggy region into their valley. In time—no, in the passage of space, not time—it would float on and each citadel would forget the other.
But now, like enemy ships passing each other in neutral waters, they were engaged in battle and only the destruction of one—or both—or the widening of space between them could make an end to the conflict.
Guillaume had gone. Boyce knew it only because he missed the arrogant, deep-voiced presence on his convalescent journeys about the castle. No one would answer his questions when he inquired after his
