It was humiliating - but sensible. Vanyel was rather more acutely interested in "sensible" than in "humiliating" at the moment. If an attack came, he"d obey those orders. He"d learned his lesson with the colddrake.
"Well, are there no more questions, ke"chara?"
Vanyel shook his head.
"Then I have one for you. Starwind has said that when you were frightened in practice you pulled power from the valley-node. Is this true?"
"What"s the valley-node?"
"Savil did not tell you?" Moondance made a face. "No patience, that one. You surely have felt that all things have energy about them, yes?"
"Even rocks - "
"Ge"teva, if you sense that, then your Mage-Gift is a most strong one! Even I have some difficulty with seeing that. So; have you seen that this energy flows along lines, as rainwater to streams?"
Vanyel hadn"t, but when he closed his eyes and extended he could see that Moondance was right.
"I do now."
"Then follow a stream to the place where it meets another.""
He did. There was a kind of - knot. A concentration of power. He told Moondance so.
"That is a node." Moondance nodded. "Tayledras can direct the course of these streams on occasion, which is how we take the magic from places where the wars left it and move it to a place where it is useful. We build our strongholds over places where two or more powerful streams meet; nodes. The energy of the node is such that all of us can use it, but we have found that a-many out-land mages not only cannot sense the streams, they cannot sense nor use the nodes. This may be something only those outsiders at the level of our Adepts do well; I think it is perhaps unique to the Tayledras that all of us, from the time we start to feel our Gifts awaken, manipulate this energy as easily as a child plays with building bricks. There was a time - very long ago - when the Tayledras adopted outlanders very commonly, and it is said that these outlanders changed even as I have. I think that the key to change is using this magic under the direction of Tayledras born. So; of outland Adepts we have known, only Wingsister Savil can link into the nodes as well as Tayledras; her Gift is very strong. So, it seems, is yours.
Vanyel was confused as to where all this was leading. "But what does that mean, Moondance?"
"For now - you exhausted yourself when you killed the colddrake. That is something you need not do quite so quickly, if you remember that you can pull from the life-energy nodes within your sensing range. When they are drained - then you use your own strength."
:That"s what I"ve been trying to tell you,: Yfandes said unexpectedly in his mind.
That gave him food for thought for several more candlemarks.
They"d journeyed westward from Garthhold with the rising of the sun, stopping three times on the way to question folk Starwind knew. The first had been a fur trapper, who"d told them of rumors of a renegade wizard, who was half-human, half-Pelagir changeling and had sorcerous skills and a taste for worldly power. The second was a kyree, a wolflike creature with a mind fully the equal of any human. He stopped them; Mindspeaking to warn them of of the same wizard, but his stories were more than mere rumors; to his certain knowledge the changeling was planning to carve himself a realm of his own as quickly as he could, and had already begun that task.
The third had been one of k"Treva"s border-guards - not Tayledras herself, but another of the Pelagir changelings, a tervardi, a kind of flightless bird-woman.
She was no longer among the living.
When Starwind had been unable to Mindcall her, they had detoured to the grove of trees that held her ekele. There was no sign of a struggle, but they found the fragile, white-plumaged wraith in her ekele, dead, without a mark upon her, but with her bow in her hand, bowstring snapped, and her empty, glazed eyes wide with what Vanyel a.s.sumed was fear.
Starwind spent some moments beside the body, working some kind of subtle magic. Vanyel could feel things stirring, even if he couldn"t yet read them. What it was Starwind found, he would not tell Vanyel, but the three adults grew very grim - and Moondance took the bow and its arrows when they left.
They had been riding all day, cutting cross-country at the ground-eating pace only a Companion could maintain; it was nearing sunset when they slowed, on coming to what looked to be a fairly well-traveled road.
Savil and Kellan halted while they were still within the cover of the forest, and Yfandes came up beside them as silently as it was possible for something the size and weight of a Companion to do. The snow-laden branches of an enormous evergreen shielded them from the view of anyone on that road, although the road itself looked deserted. There didn"t seem to be any new tracks on it, and all the old ones had been softened with a layer of new, undisturbed snow. The road was lined on both sides by a row of these evergreens, though, and anything could lie in wait undetected behind them.
"The village of Covia lies a few furlongs up that road," Starwind whispered, as the sun sank in sullen glory ahead of them. "There is still a shield upon it, and I do not like the feel of the power behind that shield. I do not, however, sense that the power is presently in the village."
"Nor I," replied Savil, after a moment.
:Nothing,: Yfandes said to Vanyel.
" *Fandes says she doesn"t feel anything either," he reported, feeling rather in the way.
"My thought is to enter the village and see how much is amiss - and what the people know. Then - Vanyel, it is in my mind to leave you with the villagers. You have enough mage-training to be some protection to them, and they may be of some physical protection to you."
"I - yes, Master Starwind," he replied, not much liking the idea, but not seeing any other choice. "What about *Fandes?"
:I don"t like it, but I"ll go with them,: Yfandes said reluctantly. :If you need me, I"ll know, and they need a second mount.: Vanyel reported Yfandes" words with a sinking heart. Starwind nodded. "I think she has the right of it; we can cover more ground mounted. Well." He peered up the road through the gathering evening gloom. "I think it is time to see the handiwork of our enemy."
Vanyel was doing his best not to be sick. Again. He"d already lost control over his stomach once, just outside of Covia, when they"d found the wizard"s - warn-off.
It was well after sundown, and pitchy dark outside of the village square. The entire population of the village, upwards of seventy people, was jammed into the tiny square. Many of them had brought lanterns and torches. They were crowding about the four strangers and two Companions, like baby chicks seeking the shelter of the hen"s wings - although they were paying scant attention to Savil and less than that to Vanyel and the Companions. The Herald was a dubious and unknown quant.i.ty, and the boy and the "horses" were being dismissed out of hand.
The party had made a kind of impromptu dais out of the low porch of the Temple, which was barely large enough to hold the four humans; the Companions were serving as living barricades on either side, to keep them from being totally overwhelmed. As it was it was getting a little cramped, behind the two Tayledras. But Vanyel was beginning to be rather glad he was being ignored. Between the tales the villagers were telling Starwind - and the physical evidences they were displaying in the flickering of the torchlight to substantiate those stories-it wasn"t easy for Vanyel to control his nausea.
This had been a pleasant little village, as safe as any place inside the Pelagirs. People could feel comfortable about raising children; had time for celebrations now and again.
It was no longer pleasant, nor safe. It was now a place under siege, with no way out.
Two weeks ago a stranger had come to the village, mounted on something that was not a horse, and accompanied by a retinue of some of the Pelagirs" least attractive denizens. He had announced that the town and its inhabitants were now his, and had helped himself to whatever he wanted. After one demonstration of his power had left a heap of ash where the village inn had once stood, these folk had more sense than to resist - but they had attempted to send for help. The remains of their messenger were found the next morning, impaled on a stake in the middle of the outbound road. The frozen corpse was still there; the Companions had pa.s.sed it on the way in. From the look of the man, simple impalement had come as a relief.
He had come back about every other night, each time taking both goods and victims. The villagers told Starwind that they had been praying for help; they a.s.sumed he was the answer to those prayers. He seemed, to Vanyel at least, to be agreeing with that a.s.sumption.
Vanyel was just grateful that the fitful torchlight wasn"t bright enough for him to see much of the details of what had been done to some of the wizard"s victims. He was equally grateful that he was in the dark at the back of the porch, behind Savil.
" - this"s the last, Master Starwind," the swarthy, unshaven headman said, wearily, his red-rimmed eyes those of one who had seen far too much of horror in the past few days. "This girl."
He pushed a mousy blonde female right up onto the porch, where Vanyel couldn"t avoid looking at her. The young woman would still have been attractive - if she hadn"t been vacant-eyed and drooling. She was filthy, her hair matted and hanging in lank snarls. Starwind flinched at the sight of her, but Moondance fearlessly took her face in both his slender hands and gazed into her blank brown eyes for a long time.
When he finally released her, his face and voice were tight with anger. "I think that Brightwind may be able to bring her mind back," he said, slowly and carefully, as if he was trying to keep from saying something he had rather not speak aloud. "It will require many months - and she will never be able to bear the touch of a man; she has been too far hurt within. Even so, all those channels meant for pleasure have been warped, and now can only carry pain. I do not know if even I can Heal that. I do not think that anything will be able to Heal her heart and soul of what was done to her; not entirely. It may be it is better not to try; it may be that it is better to wipe all away and begin with her as with a small child."
The balding headman nodded as if that was what he had expected to hear. "She was one of the first he took," he said heavily, "Her and her mother. Her father was the messenger we sent - we never found anything of her mother.""
"And he grows stronger, this Krebain, with every person he takes?" Starwind asked.
The torches wavered in the wind, casting weird shadows across the man"s hollow-cheeked face as he nodded. Vanyel could scent the coming of more snow in that wind. "He seems to. Seems to me he"s doing blood-magic, wouldn"t you say, Master Starwind?"
Starwind nodded, and narrowed his eyes in thought. "Aye, Gallen; you know your lore well, I think. So. This Krebain has retreated to whatever place he has made for a fastness, and it is bound to be somewhere near; I think we shall continue with my original plan. Gallen, I shall leave young Vanyel here with you. He knows something of material strategy and warfare; he is also Mage-Gifted."
Vanyel shivered at the thought of being left alone here. The headman cast one doubtful look at him and ventured a protest; Vanyel didn"t much blame him. "Master Starwind - I beg you - this is only a boy - "
"He destroyed a queen colddrake, alone and unaided," Moondance said quietly, pushing Vanyel forward and putting one hand on Vanyel"s shoulder. "It is in my mind that he could deal with more than you would reckon."
"He did?" This time the look Headman Gallen gave him was a little less doubtful, but it was still not overly confident.
"Gallen, I do not expect Vanyel to have to defend you from this Krebain," Starwind said patiently. "He could never be a match for a blood-bound Adept, and I would not expect it of him. I expect him to have to deal with some of this renegade"s creatures at worst. My thought is that the three of us shall find Krebain and deal with him - and that when his control over his slaves is gone, some of them may think to attack here. I see no reason why, among you, you folk and Vanyel could not defend yourselves against such lesser dangers. Does that content you?""
It didn"t - that was obvious. But it was all that Headman Gallen was going to get, and he well knew it. Vanyel attempted to put himself into the mindset of a warleader. He didn"t feel particularly successful at it.
"Van, see what you can do about organizing these folk," Savil said quietly. "You know most of those old ballads by heart, and there"s lots of good advice in them; that"s why we make you learn them. I don"t want you to try anything more than a token defense if something does come at you that you can"t handle. Just call Yfandes for help and delay things as long as you can. For the rest - the creatures they"ve described are strong, but not particularly bright. Barricades across the road and fire should keep most of them at bay. You took that queen colddrake; remember that. You can take just about anything else except this Krebain himself so long as it isn"t a small army."
Vanyel gulped, and tried to look competent and brave. This is what it all comes down to, doesn"t it? This is what I have to do; I have to, like *Lendel said. Because these people need me. "Yes, Aunt," he said carefully. "Barricades and fire."
Savil looked worried and preoccupied. "Do your best, lad. Remember that *voice" I used to stop you and *Lendel fighting? It makes people listen; goes right to their guts. Imitate that if you can." She mounted Kellan from the porch; Starwind took Yfandes" saddle, but Moon-dance hesitated a moment before taking the pillion behind him.
"Vanyel, ke"chara, remember what I told you about the nodes. Use them. There are - " he paused, and his eyes unfocused for a moment. "There are three that I can sense that you should be able to use. I wish you could reach the valley-node as we can, but I think it is beyond your strength for now. None of the three nearby are as strong as the valley-node, but taken together they should serve." He took Vanyel"s face between his hands and kissed him on the forehead. "G.o.ds be with you, youngling. With fortune, this will be no more than an interesting exercise for you."
He mounted behind Starwind, and the crowd of villagers parted to let them through. Vanyel watched them vanish into the darkness with a heavy heart.
If he hadn"t been so frightened himself, he"d have lost his temper a dozen times over. He had to keep explaining to these people, time and time again, exactly what he wanted of them and why he wanted it - and would turn his back on one group, thinking that he had finally gotten through to them, only to return to find they"d abandoned the project and were staring apprehensively off into the darkness.
It wasn"t that they were stupid; it was that they were so completely without hope. They couldn"t see any chance of holding off anything, and so they had abandoned any thought of being able to do so. After all, their best efforts hadn"t done anything but get folks killed. Vanyel, who was counting on them to be as much protection for him as he would be for them, was nearly frantic. It took hours before he was finally able to get them going under their own power.
Then there was the matter of defense.
When dawn came and he asked for their weaponry, he got as ill-used and motley an a.s.sortment of near-junk as he"d ever seen, and there wasn"t a one of them who knew how to use any of it. These were farmers born and farmers bred; most of them off lands held of lords or mage-lords who were bound to protect them. The k"Treva had bartered protection for made-stuffs and foodstuffs, and they had never thought they"d need to raise a blade in their own defense.
So Vanyel was faced with the task of showing rank amateurs the way of the sword. Forget teaching them point-work; forget the finer points of defense. In the end he padded them to the eyebrows and set them to bashing at each other. Teach them to hold something long and poke with it, or hold something heavy and smash with it - and if it was something with an edge, hope that the edge, rather than the flat, connected.
By the second day of this he was tired to the bone, half-mad with frustration, and frantic with the fear he dared not show. So when Veth, Gallen"s half-grown son, came at him wide open for the hundredth time, he lost his temper completely and hit him with a full force blow he had not consciously intended to deliver. And tried to pull it too late to do any good.
He knocked the boy halfway across the square.
Veth landed sprawled on his back - and didn"t move - And Vanyel"s heart stopped - And in his mind he saw - Jervis - standing over him - Oh, G.o.ds!
Vanyel"s sword went flying; his helm followed it as he ran to kneel at Veth"s side in the cold dust of the square.
Oh, G.o.ds - oh, G.o.ds - I"ve done to him what Jervis did to me. Oh, please, G.o.ds, please don"t let me have hurt him - He unlaced the boy"s helm and pulled it off; about then Veth blinked up at him and started to sit up of himself, and Vanyel nearly cried with relief.
"Veth - please, Veth, I"m sorry, I - I lost my temper - I didn"t mean it - "
The boy looked at him with bewilderment. "Eh, Master Van, I be all right. I been kicked by our old mule worse nor this - just let me get a bit of a drink, eh?"
Vanyel sagged back on his heels, shutting his eyes against the harsh sunlight, limp with relief. The boy got gingerly to his feet.
Oh, G.o.ds. I - I"m as bad as Jervis. I"m worse than Jervis; I know better. Oh, G.o.ds - "Vanyel, young sir - "
He looked up; it was Reva, Veth"s mother, her tired face anxious. He winced, and waited for her to give him the tongue-lashing he deserved.
It didn"t come. If you"ll forgive me for being an interfering old hen," she said, with a little quirk of her mouth, "I think you"ve about worn yourself into uselessness, young sir. I know you haven"t eaten since last night. Now here - "
She offered him her hand; astounded, he took it, and to his utter befuddlement she hauled him to his feet. "Now," she put one arm around his shoulders, the other about Veth"s, "I think it"s time you both got a bit of food in you. The time it takes to eat won"t make Veth a better fighter, nor you a better teacher." She hugged them both, as if they were both her sons, then released them.
The words he had thrown into Withen"s face - was it only a year ago? - came back to shame him further.
"Let every man that must go to battle fight within his talents, and not be forced to any one school."
I"ve been treating them exactly the way Jervis treated me. Forcing them to use things they don"t know, to go outside of their talents. I am a complete and incompetent fool.
Vanyel blushed. And stammered. "I - I"m no kind of a teacher, Mistress Reva, or I"d not have chosen what I did to teach." He raised his voice so the rest of those practicing in the square could hear him. "This is getting us nowhere. It"s like you trying to teach me to - to plow and spin, for a Midsummer contest a week away. We haven"t the time, and I"m a fool. Now, please, what are your real weapons? Any of you know the use of bow? Or sling? Boar-spear, maybe?"
It was not his imagination; there were looks of real relief all across the square - and the beginnings of smiles.
But in the end, all his preparations were in vain.
The villagers willing to fight were on the barricades; there were really only two blockades - there was only one road going through the village, and it led directly through the pounded-dirt square. The square itself was fairly defensible now; not even a colddrake would have been able to get past the buildings. The folk too frightened or unable to defend themselves had faded away into the shadows as they did every night to scatter and hide in the cellars and attics of the buildings around the square. Headman Gallen had by now come to the conclusion that Vanyel knew something of what he was about; he and two or three of the other folk not too cowed to take a stand (including the old herb-witch, who took a dim view of this young upstart wizard taking over her village) were having a hasty conference with Vanyel on supplies - when a surge of Gate-energy invoked practically under Vanyel"s nose knocked him to his knees and very nearly knocked him out.
The only thing that saved him from unconsciousness this time was that he was completely under shield. He found himself gasping for breath, and completely disoriented for a moment. His eyes had flashing lights in front of them, and he shook his head to try and clear it. That was a mistake; his head reacted poorly to the abrupt movement.
He could hardly think, much less see. G.o.ds - what in - "What do we have here?"
The clear, musical tenor voice sounded amused - and Vanyel froze. The voice carried clearly; the petrified silence in the square was as deltas the Nine Pits.
He looked up when his eyes cleared, and found that all he could see were the backs of people. The members of his erstwhile war-council were standing huddled together as if to keep him hidden in the shadows behind them. Vanyel got hold of the splintery side of the storehouse and pulled himself cautiously to his feet, ducking his head behind Gallen"s and standing on tiptoe to peek over the shoulders of the men in front of him. His gut went cold when he saw the flamboyantly dressed stranger in the middle of the cleared square.
This could only be the wizard Krebain.
The torches falling from the hands of the stunned villagers were unneeded; the wizard had brought his own mage-light with him. It hung over his head, a tiny green-yellow sun. People were slowly backing away until they ran into the walls and the barricades, leaving the stranger standing in arrogant isolation in the exact center of the dusty square.
The wizard was a gaudy sight; he wore scarlet and gold; skin-tight breeches, close-cut gold-embroidered velvet tunic, scarlet cloak with cloth-of-gold lining. Even his boots and velvet gloves were scarlet. He had a scarlet helm that was more than half mask, ornamented with a preposterous crest of a rampant dragon in gold. With one hand on his hip, he tapped at his chin with a gloved finger as he turned to survey the people surrounding the square.
"A rebellion - I do believe this is a rebellion! How droll!" He laughed; it had a nasty sound to it.
He was graceful, slim, and very tall. White-blond hair tumbled from beneath the helm in wavy, shining cascades. What could be seen of his face was like elegantly sculptured marble. Vanyel found himself caught by the wizard"s sheer charismatic beauty. None of the villagers had said anything about that.
Vanyel felt almost sick. Evil such as had been described to him shouldn"t be - beautiful!
But then he thought, Artificial - that really is what he is. He"s changed himself, I"m sure of it, like - painting his face, only more so. If I had a lot of power and didn"t care how I used it, I suppose I"d make myself beautiful, too.
"I wonder what could have roused you worms to think to stand against me?" Krebain mused aloud. "None of you had half an ounce of courage before this. But then - none of you smelled of the mage-born before this, either, other than that foolish old witch of yours over there." He smiled slyly. "I think I detect a stranger among you - hmm? Now where have you hidden him?"
Ice crawled up Vanyel"s spine. All they have to do is point a finger at me - and even if they don"t, if I call Yfandes for help, he *II know where I am. Oh, G.o.ds, can I hide? I can"t challenge him! They can"t expect it of me - I"m no match for him!
But to his surprise, not a single one of those remaining in the square answered the wizard"s question. In fact, the men standing in front of Vanyel moved closer together, as if to shield him from the wizard"s chance sight.
The wizard"s voice sharpened with impatience. "I grow weary, curs. Where is the stranger I sensed?"
Silence.
Except for the herb-witch, who whispered back at Vanyel, with the merest breath - "Stay quiet, boy. You"re no fit opponent for him, and we know it. Won"t do any of us any good for you to get caught, and he just may take us apart for spite even if he gets you. Maybe if he gets bored, he"ll go away."
"I said, I want to know where the stranger is." The wizard looked about him, both hands on his hips now, and anger in his pose. "Very well. I see it"s time you learned another lesson." He turned slightly, so that he was staring right at the group cl.u.s.tered in front of Vanyel, and raised his left hand. "You - Gallen." He made a little summoning motion. "Come herea"
Gallen made a staggering step, then another. He was fighting the wizard with his will, but losing. Sweat popped out all over his brow, and he made a whimpering noise in the back of his throat.
Behind him, the group closed ranks, still shielding Vanyel from view. Before him, the wizard grinned s.a.d.i.s.tically. "You really haven"t a hope of fighting me, you know," he said pleasantly. "It"s like a babe challenging an armed warrior. Come along, there"s a good dog."