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…Auragole of the Way picks up where Auragole of the Mountains left off— Auragole has chosen to keep his commitment to see his friends to the city of Mattlemead, where they hope to find a cure for one of their party whose life is threatened by illness. In so choosing, he declines Agavia’s offer of deep training toward a personal awareness of the gods.
Almost immediately, disaster and death strike Auragole’s little band and his course is irrevocably changed. Hiding, fighting, and running for his life, Auragole eventually comes upon the mountain camps of the only soldiers who fight on behalf of human freedom and love, and who prepare for the Last Battle. It is here that he decides to go to the aid of a friend rather than follow orders he considers not his affair. But, what he thought he saw proves to be very different from reality , and he nearly pays for his error with his life.
Yet, even as chaotic war is waged all around him, he also discovers art and beauty in the form of True-Singing. A True-Singer is trained to sing so that the listener hears the voice within whatever of nature the singer embodies. Such song is achingly beautiful and deeply healing— and it becomes Auragole’s chosen calling. Out of the depths of his error, he discovers his teacher. Auragole of the Way closes as Auragole follows his teacher to Mattlemead where he will pursue the art of True-Singing.
— Waldorf Books
Sword in hand, crouching, Auragole waited. He was still weak, had not recovered his strength after the boat wreck and the fever that had followed it. Though it was morning and the mountain air still cool, sweat trickled down his nose. He heard the methodical sound of a sword thwack-whacking the bare bushes to his left. If he waited until the soldier found him entangled in the whackle bush, his arm wouldn’t be free to strike. If he stepped out into the open, he would have to kill or be killed, and he had never killed a man before. But why was he being pursued? Who considered him an enemy?
No time to ponder that now.
As the sound, thwack-whack, thwack-whack, came closer, Auragole decided to face his pursuer.
He stepped out from behind the bush.
The soldier saw him. “He’s here!” he barked, signaling the men above.
His opponent crouched down, holding the sword with both hands. Auragole could see the fear on his face…. Auragole hesitated, stunned that the enemy had such a human and familiar face.
“Strike, Bororr, fool!” came the command from above them.
Bororr lifted his sword and brought it down like a hatchet….
— from the book










