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He
dreamed
he
was
on
the
Allwhen
Council
,
fingers
clasped
austerely
before
him
.
He
was
looking
down
on
a
small
,
a
very
small
,
Finge
,
listening
in
terror
to
the
sentence
that
was
casting
him
out
of
Eternity
to
perpetual
Observation
of
one
of
the
unknown
Centuries
of
the
far
,
far
upwhen
.
The
somber
words
of
exile
were
coming
from
Harlan
’
s
own
mouth
,
and
immediately
to
his
right
sat
Noys
Lambent
.
He
hadn
’
t
noticed
her
at
first
,
but
his
eyes
kept
sliding
to
his
right
,
and
his
words
faltered
.
Did
no
one
else
see
her
?
The
rest
of
the
members
of
the
Council
looked
steadily
forward
,
except
for
Twissell
.
He
turned
to
smile
at
Harlan
,
looking
through
the
girl
as
though
she
weren
’
t
there
.
Harlan
wanted
to
order
her
away
,
but
words
were
no
longer
coming
out
of
his
mouth
.
He
tried
to
beat
at
the
girl
,
but
his
arm
moved
sluggishly
and
she
did
not
move
.
Her
flesh
was
cold
.
Finge
was
laughing
-
louder
—
louder
-
-
and
it
was
Noys
Lambent
laughing
.
Harlan
opened
his
eyes
to
bright
sunlight
and
stared
at
the
girl
in
horror
for
a
moment
before
he
remembered
where
she
was
and
where
he
was
.
She
said
,
"
You
were
moaning
and
beating
the
pillow
.
Were
you
having
a
bad
dream
?
"
Harlan
did
not
answer
.
She
said
,
"
Your
bath
is
ready
.
So
are
your
clothes
.
I
’
ve
arranged
to
have
you
join
the
gathering
tonight
.
It
felt
queer
to
step
back
into
my
ordinary
life
after
being
in
Eternity
so
long
.
"
Harlan
felt
acutely
disturbed
at
her
easy
flow
of
words
.
He
said
,
"
You
didn
’
t
tell
them
who
I
was
,
I
hope
.
"
