Wednesday, April 18, 2012
in which Uhl Belk was imprisoned.
The eyes that could see everything had seen the death of his
child and the transformation of the land of the Stone King. The
Maw Grint was no more. The city of Eldwist had gone back
into the earth, returned to the elements that had created it, and
the land was green and fertile again. The magic of his child was
rooted deep, a river that flowed invisibly about the solitary dome
The Druid of Shannara 369
in which Uhl Belk was imprisoned. It would be long before his
brother could emerge into the light again.
Iridescent dragonflies buzzed past him without slowing and
disappeared into the twilight's glow.
Elsewhere, the battle against the Shadowen went on. Walker
Boh had invoked the magic of the Black Elfstone, as AUanon
had charged him, and the Druid's Keep had been summoned
out of the mists that had hidden it for three centuries. What
would the Dark Uncle make, the King of the Silver River won-
dered, of what he found there? West, where the Elves had once
lived. Wren Ohmsford continued her search to discover what
had become of them-and, more important, though she did not
yet realize it, what would become of herself. North, the brothers
Par and Coil Ohmsford struggled toward each other and the
secrets of the Sword of Shannara and the Shadowen magic. There
were those who would help and those who would betray, and all
of the wheels of chance that AUanon had set in motion could
yet be stopped.
The King of the Silver River rose and slipped into the waters
of the pond momentarily, reveling in the cool wetness, letting
himself become one with the flow. Then he emerged and passed
down the Garden pathways, through stands of juniper and hem-
lock onto a hillock ofcentauries and bluebells that reflected gold
about the edges of their petals with the day's fading light. He
paused there, staring out again into the worid beyond.
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