‘Time to time?’ Andawyr’s voice was shrewd. ‘Wouldn’t it be more accurate to say that scarcely a day passes without you thinking about it?’
Hawklan grimaced and avoided his gaze. ‘I suppose so, yes,’ he admitted reluctantly. ‘Particularly lately — since I discussed it with Dar... but...’
‘No buts,’ Andawyr said. ‘It mightn’t be giving you sleepless nights, but it’s troubling you all right. And, to be honest, it troubles me too, though, like you, I don’t know why. You and it are joined in some way. It almost literally fell into your hand when it was needed. How did it come to be in the Armoury? It couldn’t have been there before. A smith like Loman would have sensed its presence years earlier. And on the few occasions you used it, it was like a trumpet call. It rang out, clarity and truth
