By Diana Wynne Jones
For hundreds of years, Dalemark has been a land divided by way of the warring earldoms of the North and South. Now, with assistance from the timeless, the mysterious gods of Dalemark, 4 notable adolescents -- from the earlier, current, and destiny -- nust sign up for forces to reunify their loved land.When Moril inherits his father's prized device -- a Cwidder stated to have belonged to 1 of the timeless -- he needs to learn how to harness its unusual energy in time to avoid a damaging civil warfare.
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No I won't,' said Dagner. 'I'll feel ten times worse. Brid, I just haven't got Father's personality, and I can't do the same things. I'll have to do them my way, or not at all. ' Brid, by this time, was near tears. ' 'Not Father's kind,' said Dagner, 'because I can't. We'll give a show all right, because we'll starve if we don't, and you can introduce us and explain what's happened, and maybe it'll be all right. But if I ﬁnd you boasting and ranting about us—that goes for you too, Moril—I'll stop.
Neathdale was a big cheerful-looking town lying across the main road north to Flennpass, in the last level ground before the Uplands. They could look across even its tallest buildings from where they were to where the South Dales mounted like stairs to the Mark Wood plateau. 'Say four days, and we'll be in the North,' Moril said yearningly. 'Four days,' said Brid promptly. The scuﬄe that followed on the driving-seat woke Dagner and Kialan at last. 'What's the matter? ' 'Nothing. Only Neathdale,' said Brid.
Ganner exclaimed distractedly. 'You know, I think he may be a goose after all,' Brid said, with considerable satisfaction. V By that afternoon, Moril was wondering if it was only that morning they had left Clennen buried by the lake. It felt like last century. There had been so many changes. After a good breakfast, followed by the attentions of a tailor, a bootmaker and Ganner's old nurse, followed in turn by an astonishingly good lunch, Moril scarcely knew himself. He looked in a mirror—it was a thing he seldom had the chance of doing, so he looked long and often—and he saw a smoothly-combed red-haired boy in a suit of good blue cloth and a pair of soft, rust-coloured boots.