By Robert K. Silverberg
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Lord Valentine’s Castle
He is a guy with out earlier— a wanderer with no reminiscence of his origins. He calls himself Valentine. As a member of a motley workforce of entertainers, he travels around the magical planet of Majipoor, regularly hoping he'll meet a person who can provide him again what he has lost.
And then, he starts to dream--and to obtain messages in these desires. Messages that inform him that he's excess of a standard vagabond—he is a lord, a king grew to become out of his fortress. Now his travels have a purpose—to go back to his domestic, become aware of what enemy took his reminiscence, and declare the future that awaits him…
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Step by step Valentine yielded, knowing that a ravine lay just behind him and further retreat soon would be forestalled. His arm was aching, his eyes pounded with fatigue, there was the gritty taste of sand in his mouth, his last strength ebbing. " he cried in anguish. "In the name of the Divine -- " His plea drew harsh laughter and a sharp obscenity. The saber descended in a mighty swing. Valentine thrust out his blade and was shaken by a terrible body-numbing shiver as metal rang against metal and his light sword was snapped to a stump.
Yes, you've said that. Where? " he said vaguely. " "Ni-moya," he repeated. "A big house, a garden, near the bend of the river. Yes. I see myself there. Swimming in the river. Hunting in the duke's forest. " "It feels like -- something I've read. " Page 43 He began to reply, but when he opened his mouth no name came. " "Galiara," Valentine said without conviction. "That was it. " "A lovely name. " "She -- she had -- " He faltered. "Golden hair, like mine. Sweet smooth skin. " "Come. " Once again she drew him close.
But now, just about noon, it seemed that in fact he was drawing near. The sound of cheering preceded him: a distant roar, like the crashing of the sea, that spread as a propagating wave along the line of march. As it grew louder, heralds on sprightly mounts appeared in the roadway, moving almost at a gallop, managing occasional trumpet-blasts through lips that must be sore and weary after all this time. And then, mounted on a floater that carried them briskly along, several hundred of the Coronal's personal bodyguard in the green-and-gold starburst uniform, a carefully selected group, both men and women, humans and others, the cream of Majipoor, standing at attention aboard their vehicle, looking, Valentine thought, very dignified and a trifle silly.