Mathom

Mathom said little, only making a faint noise deep in his throat now and then, like a blackbird's mutter.

Harpist in the Wind McKillip, Patricia A. 1979

Mathom of An is gathering a great army of the living and dead to help the Ymris forces.

Harpist in the Wind McKillip, Patricia A. 1979

He sought it, something of himself, and found it in Mathom, tired and shadowed by death.

Harpist in the Wind McKillip, Patricia A. 1979

None of them, not even Mathom of An, had the power even to see behind my eyes.

Harpist in the Wind McKillip, Patricia A. 1979

"Mathom loosed his own hold over them, otherwise I would never have considered it."

Harpist in the Wind McKillip, Patricia A. 1979

Mathom rode at the head of his force; in the trees, Har was preparing to loose the vesta onto the plain.

Harpist in the Wind McKillip, Patricia A. 1979

He met the black, searching eyes of the King of An. Mathom, pulling his cloak off, said crustily, "It's cold enough to freeze the bare bones of the dead."

Harpist in the Wind McKillip, Patricia A. 1979

Mathom was standing; he made a rare, impatient gesture at Duac's words.

Heir of Sea and Fire McKillip, Patricia A. 1977

There was a short silence, during which Mathom considered the wine in his cup.

Heir of Sea and Fire McKillip, Patricia A. 1977

Mathom moved away from the window suddenly with an irritated whirl of sleeve.

Heir of Sea and Fire McKillip, Patricia A. 1977