The lion shall lie down with the witch, and the witch-child born to rule what the lion must swallow. “The lion shall lie down with the witch out of darkness shall come light out of death: life out of the old: the new. Kellin stared, struggling to make an answer, any sort of answer, but the sound began again. He is Cynric: the sword and the bow and the knife, and all men shall name him evil until Man is made whole again.” Child of darkness, child of light of like breeding with like, until the blood is one again. He is the weapon of every man who uses him for ill, and the strength of every man who uses him for good. “He is the sword,” the hissing voice whispered. The words spilled free of the stranger’s mouth as if he could not stop them. Reached out and caught at his hands, trapped the fingers in his own, and Kellin’s speech was banished.
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