Yet, if the lord of Legar was so great a power in the realm, what did Cabe"s visions mean? What was there that might threaten the enigmatic drake lord and the rest of the Dragonrealm as well?
How were the wolf raiders involved? By themselves could they possibly be so great a danger? He wished that he knew more about the Crystal Dragon.
He wished that someone did.
The Green Dragon touched the markings again. The image wavered, then shifted as the Dragon King sought to journey deeper into the domain of his counterpart. They saw nothing unusual at first, simply the same crystal-encrusted hills and the occasional bit of plant life. Now and then, a bird flew overhead, likely on its way to more hospitable climes. The image of the first such avian amused Cabe, who almost expected it to go flying beyond the edge of the scene and on into the chamber where he stood.
After several minutes of this, however, the warlock grew impatient. He began to wonder whether the Green Dragon might be just a little hesitant about moving toward the western sh.o.r.es of the peninsula. Cabe very much respected the monarch of Legar, probably at least as much as the drake lord beside him, but Green had not suffered through the visions. Cabe wanted an answer and he wanted it soon. At the present rate of progression, it would be some time before they even reached the central lands, the region where the clan caverns of the Crystal Dragon were supposed to start.
"My lord." His determination slipped a bit as the drake turned his blazing eyes to him, but Cabe persevered. "My lord, can"t we leap from where we are now and view the western tip of Legar? If, as I believe, the answer lies out there, then we may discover it and be done with this within a matter of minutes."
The Dragon King vacillated, then, with great reluctance, nodded agreement. "a.s.ss you say, it might indeed speed the matter to an end. Very well, give me but a moment, warlock, and I will sssee what I can do."
Cabe wished he could help, if only to encourage the drake to greater swiftness, but the Dragon King did not ask for his a.s.sistance and there was no way that he could offer it without the reptilian monarch taking the offer as a slight to his courage. He satisfied himself with trying to ready his own courage in the face of whatever the magical window revealed to them, especially if what it revealed was the enraged visage of the Crystal Dragon.
"Odd. Very odd."
The warlock glanced up. "What?"
"There is . . . something . . . blocking our view. See for yourself, Cabe."
He looked. Over the pedestal, the image that had earlier been conjured wavered and twisted, becoming more of a distorted shadow of its former self. Superimposed on that vision, however, was another. In that one, a much less distinct image than even the first had become, Cabe could make out the movement of several figures. Whether they were human or not was impossible to say, but Cabe stiffened when he realized that all of them were dark, possibly black.
"Sssomething is fighting it!" snarled the Dragon King. His unease had vanished, replaced now by annoyance that something had dared wreak havoc with his creation. He pa.s.sed his taloned hands over a different arrangement of symbols. The images only became more tangled. Now it looked as if the ghostly figures were trying to walk through the hills.
"By the Dragon of the Depths!" The furious drake lord tried another arrangement, evidently hoping that some combination of forces would overcome the unknown obstacle. Both visions dwindled away, this time to be replaced by a thick, grayish cloud that sparkled as it turned slowly within itself, almost as if a legion of fireflies had gotten themselves trapped in the maelstrom. The Green Dragon stepped away, clearly taken aback by this latest result. After a moment of contemplation, though, he reached once more for the markings on the pedestal.
There was a flash. A sparkling field of light engulfed the unsuspecting drake.
As the flash died, a head filled the air above the artifact; it was the startled countenance of none other than the Crystal Dragon. There was no mistaking the other Dragon King. Only one drake had skin that gleamed like diamond.
His body quivering violently, the Green Dragon shrieked and then fell backward; the face vanished.
Cabe leapt to the side of his companion, the magical window all but forgotten in his concern. He knelt beside the drake, who still quivered, and checked his breathing. It was ragged, but strong enough that the warlock was fairly certain he would live. Taking the Dragon King"s hands, Cabe saw that the drake had been burned bad in each palm. He used a spell to ease the damage and was relieved to note that it was successful. Injuries caused by high magic were sometimes impossible to repair.
As he lowered the Dragon King"s hands, he became aware of the heavy silence that had befallen the chamber. It was the sort of silence, Cabe somehow felt, that preceded utter catastrophe.
From where he knelt, the warlock turned.
An ebony hand vast enough to engulf both Cabe and the Dragon King stretched forth from the pedestal.
Cabe knew that unleashing sheer power at the thing might result in devastation encompa.s.sing more than just the chamber, for the Seeker medallions on the shelves alone likely held enough potent force in them to do that. If his wild spell destroyed the talismans, that power would also be released. With all that the Master of the Dagora Forest"s collection held, it went without saying that the medallions would surely not be the only magical artifacts to unleash their long-imprisoned forces.
With no time to consider a counterattack, Cabe chose instead to simply defend. Moving one hand in a swift arc, he surrounded the two of them with a transparent shield. It was basic but potent, one of the earliest spells that he had learned to use by instinct alone.
The fingers of the darksome hand struck the surface of the invisible shield and stopped. Cabe could almost sense the frustration. The guiding force behind the hand was not deterred, however. Readjusting so that its fingers completely gripped the outer limits of the barrier, the malevolent extremity squeezed.
Cabe Bedlam knew that the scene above him was merely the visible representation of two spells seeking to counter each other, but it was impossible not to believe that a real hand was slowly closing upon him. His own spell was buckling already, a sign that whoever or whatever fought him was not only adept at sorcery but was able to draw together forces that would have overwhelmed even Cabe, whose own ability was not slight.
Yet, in the end, the shield accomplished its task. Given a precious moment, he now struck back. There was no need to waste further seconds seeking some elaborate solution. Cabe summoned up a spell that was as much a part of him as it had once been a part of Nathan, his grandfather. A golden bow formed before him, a golden bow that had, in the past, killed a Dragon King. It was a legacy from Nathan. The few sorcerers who had been able to create and make use of it, for the binding of the necessary powers was a time-consuming and touchy matter, had been called such things as the Sunlancers, although Sun Archers would have been more appropriate. The spell took much out of those mages and they were often not able to re-create the bow for months after, but one shot was all that was ever needed. As much as it took out of the spellcaster, it took more out of the target.
A single, gleaming shaft, a streak of blinding brilliance, shot forth from the bow. The shaft flew unimpeded through the shield, since they shared both common origin and cause, and struck the menacing hand. Barely slowed, it continued through the palm and out the other end before Cabe could even blink.
As the sunlit arrow exited, the black hand released its grip and thrashed madly in the air above the warlock. Breathing heavily, Cabe strengthened his shield as best he could, but the act proved unneeded, for the hand was already fading, its magic disrupted and, hopefully, its caster painfully regretting his a.s.sault on the two. By the time Cabe drew another breath, the magical menace was no more. Had not the Green Dragon been lying unconscious and injured by his side, he almost would not have believed that the attack had ever happened, for nothing else in the room had been touched by it, not even the pedestal.
Secure, the warlock removed the defensive barrier and hurried to the bronze doors. He took hold of one and flung it open. The anxious but ready gazes of more than two dozen guards, both human and drake, met his own. Cabe pointed behind himself. "Get in here, quick! Your master may need aid! I can"t promise that my spell of healing dealt with all the injuries he suffered!"
There was much visible apprehension. The Dragon King had never allowed more than a handful of his subjects, be they drake or men, into his sanctum. Fortunately, the health of their master outweighed their fear of disobedience. A half-dozen or so sentries darted around Cabe and seized the unconscious Dragon King by the arms and legs. With great care but also great speed, they carried their master out of the chamber. Cabe a.s.sured himself that all was now calm in the room, then followed.
He turned at the doorway and quickly commanded, "No one is to enter again without your lord"s permission. There may yet be some danger in there. Is that understood?"
The remaining guards nodded. The spellcaster wasted no more time on them. He knew that the Green Dragon would receive the best of aid from his people and that there was no real need for him to attend, but guilt forced him on after the injured monarch and his attendants. It was his fault that the Dragon King had become involved in this, his fault that the drake had pushed further than had been safe.
Now more than ever, Cabe knew he had to journey to the inhospitable land of Legar. The images and the attack had only fueled his curiosity and resolve. It was not likely, based on what he had seen, that the Crystal Dragon had been at the heart of the attack. Moreover, that Dragon King had looked truly stunned by the intrusion into his kingdom. No, the attack had come from elsewhere, and although it was hardly evidence enough, the black hand that had nearly taken the two of them seemed to speak to Cabe of the wolf raiders. Worse, it spoke of wolf raiders with power, keepers such as the Gryphon had once spoken of. Cabe had thought that the Aramite sorcerer caste was no more; at least, the lionbird had hinted as much.
Whatever it was that threatened from the domain of the Crystal Dragon, he would have to face it, but he would have to face it alone. The Green Dragon was helpless. Gwen, the warlock knew, would desire to join him once she saw that he could not be turned from this, but they had long ago made a rule, one that even she would be forced to abide by, wherein one parent would remain with the children during such times. There had to be someone to watch over them. They could not risk both of them and possibly leave Aurim and Valea, not to mention the drakes under their care, without a ready protector. Aurim was too wild to leave in control yet and Kyl . . . Kyl was not ready, either.
There was no choice. Cabe would have to journey to the Legar Peninsula on his own.
Unless . . . he hesitated in the pa.s.sageway, the servants and their burden momentarily pushed from his immediate concerns. There was one other he could turn to for help, if he could only find him. The trouble there was that Cabe might search the entire Dragonrealm without success, for the one he sought was not bound by this world nor any other. The warlock could not waste the time on such a prolonged search; whatever events were unfurling in the domain of the Crystal Dragon might at any moment come to a head. At most, Cabe could spare a day, maybe two.
Still, it would be worth it if he could find Darkhorse.
"D"RANCE! THERE YOU are. Rummaging through garbage again?"
The blue man, his cloak wrapped around his angular form almost like a shroud, turned to face his shorter counterpart. Unlike the others, his cloak also had a hood, which was presently pulled so far forward that it almost reached his eyes. His helm and gloves lay to the side on a makeshift table he was using for his work. One hand emerged from the obscuring cape and deposited a small, crystalline statuette onto the same table. The chamber that he had chosen for his work-and his privacy-had evidently once been the equivalent of a Quel library, but only a few loose fragments of scrollwork and crystal still remained. D"Rance was of the opinion that the rest had been spirited away by diggers that still remained at large, but he had so far not seen any reason to share his theory with his companions. "I have been here some time, Orril D"Marr, yes, and what I do is not rummaging. My lord has instructed me to inspect all questionable items of the diggers. There may be artifacts of power, talismans, yes, among what you so blindly label "garbage.""
The young officer responded with an indifferent shrug. The blue man silently cursed the Quel for being unable to rid his life of the insolent little martinet. He had a knack of stepping in at the wrong times, almost as if he had a sixth sense. Steeling himself, D"Rance grated, "I must a.s.sume, D"Marr, that you have some reason for disturbing me, yes? Or is it that you have come to love my company?"
"Something happened . . . some surge from the beastmen"s thing, that magical device. Our Lord D"Farany requests your presence so that you might aid him in unraveling the mystery. He"s been requesting your presence for several minutes now and he doesn"t like being kept waiting. You and I both know that."
The blue man turned away from D"Marr and, using the same hand as before, picked up another of the artifacts the blindly obedient soldiers under his command had gathered for him. He pretended to study it, but in reality he had been forced to turn because at that moment it had come close to being impossible to hide the truth of what he was actually doing. The strain would have shown on his face. Unlike D"Marr, Kanaan D"Rance was a creature of emotions, more so than even many of his own kind. But just this once and only in this matter, I would wish to wear a mask with the skills that you do, little man, yes!
"I will be but a moment. You need not wait, yes."
"Lord D"Farany"s waiting. I think he has something."
Forcing his hand not to shake, the blue man put down the second figurine. He looked over his shoulder. "As I said, I will be but a moment."
A thin smile played fleetingly across D"Marr"s countenance. D"Rance knew that it was because one took a deadly chance when one did not leap to respond to a summons from the Pack Leader. It was something that D"Rance had never adjusted to and he knew that only his usefulness to his master had kept him from being punished for his continuous transgressions. D"Marr, he knew, was hoping that this latest might be the final straw. The blue man did not care. He needed a few more minutes before he could dare go before Lord D"Farany. Summons or not, he risked more by responding now rather than waiting until he was better able to compose himself. His secrets had to remain his secrets.
He noted how one of Orril D"Marr"s hands touched the pommel of the Aramite"s favorite toy, the magical rod he liked to use too often on others. The scepter would be the death of him if D"Rance did not kill him first.
"I"ll inform our lord of your response."
"Do that, yes."
With obvious antic.i.p.ation, a silent D"Marr departed. The blue man watched him disappear from sight, then exhaled sharply. He thought of how his counterpart would relate his response to the Pack Leader. There would be much embellishment. D"Rance would have to speak with a silver tongue, but he had always been good at that. It had gotten him across the vast sea to the land of his goals and it would keep him in the good graces of the Pack Leader until the blue man was ready to abandon the raiders to whatever fate was in store for them. You have shown me much, yes, my Lord Ivon D"Farany, and I thank you, although you could not know just how much you truly taught me, no . . .
Allowing the cloak to fall away, he stared at the hand he had hidden from D"Marr.
Visibly, there was no sign of a wound, not even the smallest mark. Yet the pain still coursed through him as if someone had thrust a knife into his palm. The hand was twisted into a shape more the parody of a bird"s claw than a human extremity. Even the slightest movement caused the pain to increase a hundredfold, but he could wait no longer. He had to straighten it now.
Gritting his teeth, the blue man strained to bend his fingers back. Sweat poured down his forehead as he fought the pain. Slowly, the hand resumed a somewhat more normal appearance, although even achieving that resulted in yet more excruciating torture. In the end, D"Rance could not help moan under his breath. He would somehow find the one who had done this and make him regret it all.
It had been foolish, he knew, to test himself so soon, but the opportunity had presented itself like a gift and the blue man, unable to resist, had leapt in. His reward had been the agony.
But it goes better, he consoled himself. I grow more skilled, yes . . .
Forcing himself to use his injured hand, the better to begin living with the pain, D"Rance removed his hood. He began to pick up the helm, then thought better of it. Glancing around to make certain that he would not be interrupted, he pulled from one of the pouches on his belt a small looking gla.s.s. Raising it to eye level, the northerner held it so that he could see the left side of his head.
A tiny streak of silver in his hair, a streak that had only weeks ago not existed at all, greeted his gaze.
The blue man smiled. He was making definite progress, yes.
V.
"IF YOU THINK that I"ll let you make this journey alone, Cabe, then you"ve not known the true me even after all these years!"
Had he been anyone else, the warlock would have been more than a little fearful at the sight his wife now presented. She was, for the moment, the woodland G.o.ddess, the Lady of the Amber, that many still thought her. Power radiated from her. Her brilliant scarlet tresses fluttered with a life of their own and she seemed to stand almost twice as tall as Cabe. Her emerald eyes sparkled bright, twin green flames that, at other times, had driven him to pleasant distraction. The expression on her face he had only seen once or twice in the past and both those times had been when her children had been threatened.
It hurt him to see her like this, for he knew that it was only her love and fear for him that had raised such a fury.
"You know what we agreed, Gwen. It"s not for us; it"s for the children. It isn"t fair to risk both of us. Someone has to be there for them . . . just in case. You were the one who originally thought that up, remember."
"I know." She looked bitter. "But it would be easier if it was me who had to take the risk. Then I"d know that you were safe and watching the children. Whatever I faced, I would be able to face it better knowing that."
"And I wouldn"t? Gwen, you know that you"re my partner as well as my mate, but this time it has to be me and me alone. The visions came to me-"
"And Aurim."
He conceded her point. "But I think it might be because he and I are so much alike in many ways. The second time, only I saw the images. Besides, I can"t take him with me. He"s not ready . . . unless his control has greatly benefited from the other day."
Gwen managed a smile. "This morning I found one of the stick men wandering through the garden. Apparently, when Aurim tried to reverse his spell, he couldn"t keep track of them all and this one escaped. No, even if I was willing to risk our son-which I am not-I agree that he is not ready."
"Good."
"But I will not let you go alone, either. At least wait for the Green Dragon to recover."
"It"ll be too late. Physically, the attack did little, but magically, it"s drained him. He"ll be too weak for some time." The warlock strode the length of the bedroom to one of the windows overlooking the gardens. Below, the people whose lives he guided went about their daily activities, only vaguely aware that some important event now occupied the interests of their lord and lady. The two spellcasters had been at this since waking . . . actually, since the night before, when he had broached the subject. He had waited until he was certain of the Dragon King"s condition, because he had hoped the same as her. The Master of the Dagora Forest had agreed that the situation was too great to ignore and had wanted to join him, but at the moment he was even less capable of aiding Cabe than the warlock"s young daughter Valea was.
"Then I have to go with you." She joined him by the window, leaning against his back and putting her arms around him. "We will have to ask Toos to watch the children."
"I can just see that. I have another idea."
"What?" Her tone indicated that any idea would be welcome as long as it meant that he would be safe. Unfortunately, both of them knew that there could be no such idea as long as he planned to journey into the depths of Legar, especially if there were wolf raiders there.
"I"m going to try to find Darkhorse. I think I know where he might be and I think that he would be willing to help."
There had been a time, long ago, when the mere mention of the demonic creature would have brought nothing but a stone silence from the enchantress. Darkhorse was a thing of the Void, an empty place beyond the plane of men. Though he had long worn the form of a giant, shadowy steed, he was more a living hole. His ways were not always the ways of other living creatures, if living was a term that could be applied to what he was.
In truth, it was not only what he was that had made him a thing somewhat repulsive to the enchantress, but also the company he had kept. Darkhorse had been a companion to Shade, the warlock whose quest for immortality and power had made him a force swinging from light to darkness with each new incarnation. Only Darkhorse-and perhaps Cabe and Queen Erini, who had come to know the faceless warlock best toward the end-mourned Shade.
Gwen had finally reconciled with Darkhorse, in great part because of his friendship with Cabe. "If you could find him, I would feel much better about this, but that raises the point. How do you hope to find him quickly? He could be anywhere and you yourself said that you really only had this one day, a day we"ve already used part of. He could be anywhere, even beyond the Dragonrealm, you know."
The dark-haired warlock exhaled. "Other than us, there"s only one person he ever truly visits."
"Erini."
"Erini. I"ll visit her and ask if she"s seen him or has news of him. I only wish I"d thought of it when we were there last."
The enchantress released him and came to his side. She joined him in watching some of the drake and human workers carry a pair of long benches into the depths of the garden. The Bedlams had encouraged their people to make use of the sculpted land, providing they were careful about maintaining it. The population of their tiny domain had grown, however, and so it had become necessary to make some additions and changes to the gardens.
"Melicard may not be too pleased to see you back so soon. I"ve often wondered whether he still blames us in part for his father."
"Blames me, you mean. Kyrg and Toma were hunting for me when Kyrg brought his army to the gates of Talak." Cabe frowned, recalling the young prince he had first met. At the time, he had shared much in common with Melicard. Both of them had been unseasoned, naive, when they had been thrust into the center of things. It had cost Melicard his father, but at the same time it had cost Cabe more. He had lost not only the elf who had raised him and had been more of a father to him than Azran ever could have, but also, albeit only in spirit, his grandfather. "I suppose it doesn"t really matter what the truth is in this case. Melicard is Melicard. We have to live with that and I"ve got to put up with that when I arrive there."
"Then you had best depart now."
Cabe realized that he had been hesitating, that he could have left minutes before but had talked on. He leaned forward and kissed his wife. It was a kiss that spoke too much of the fact that while they would likely see each other again before he departed for Legar itself, it would only be for a very, very short time.
"Good-bye," he whispered . . . and disappeared.
UNDER NORMAL CIRc.u.mSTANCES, Cabe would have materialized in one of the greeting areas where dignitaries from other kingdoms awaited an audience with Melicard. Times were not normal, however, and so the warlock chose to instead appear in the most likely chamber where he might find the queen. He hoped to locate her and find out what information he could, then leave before Melicard discovered his presence. It would be easier that way.
Erini took her lessons and tested her magical skills in what had once been an auxiliary training room for the palace guard. Much to his misfortune, though, she was not there this day. Cabe had hoped she had been practicing. It was the right time of day, but he knew that Erini occasionally altered her schedule. Scratching his chin, he contemplated his next move. There were perhaps two or three other places he might find the queen alone, no more. Other than those locations, he stood a good chance of confronting the king, too.
She was not in the riding range nor was she in the next location he visited, the private rooms of Princess Lynnette, only child of the king and queen. Standing among the elegant but fanciful pictures of woodland creatures that decorated the princess"s chambers, Cabe quietly swore; he did not have time to go running about searching for Queen Erini. Time was short enough. There was still the monumental task of locating Darkhorse.
He recalled then another place. There was a possibility that the king might also be there, but it was less likely than his remaining choices. He teleported.
She was sitting in a chair, a tiny globe of light shining above her head, when Cabe manifested not more than an arm"s length before her. Queen Erini dropped the book she had been reading and gasped, but she was quick-witted enough to recognize the warlock and thereby stifle the scream that would have surely followed.
"Cabe! By Rheena! You know that you are always welcome in my presence, but certainly this is rather extreme!"
Queen Erini of Talak did not much resemble the image of a sorceress or a witch as most in the Dragonrealm thought of the type. She seemed, in fact, more the perfect storybook princess. Slim and delicate in appearance, with long tresses the color of summer accenting her oval face, Erini looked hardly out of her teens even though she was long past that time. Her pale features were without flaw. Unlike the day of her last lesson, she was now clad in a more sensible and less formal silver and red dress, one that a person could actually walk around and sit down in. It still had its share of jewels sewn into it and the typical puffed sleeves of royal garments, but otherwise it was actually rather plain. He suspected it was probably her favorite dress for that very reason. When last he had seen her, she had been wearing an elaborate gown of gold, an affectation of her former homeland, Gordag-Ai. It had completed the image of a young queen who should have been more at home doing embroidery in the company of her ladies-in-waiting than attempting to perform a magical spell of moderate complexity. Yet while it was true that Erini was fond of embroidery, she was also a woman who had let it be known long ago that she would be more than a showpiece for her husband, King Melicard I. She was a person who followed her own mind in all things, although she did respect the opinions and thoughts of others, especially her husband.
The king, to the surprise of many in those first years, had argued little. He loved his wife for what she was, not what she represented.
Cabe Bedlam quickly knelt before her. It was likely not necessary, for Erini considered both spellcasters her social equals, but it made Cabe feel better for the shock he had given her. "Forgive me, Queen Erini! I searched for you in the most obvious places and then recalled your fondness for the royal library." The bluerobed warlock glanced around at the impressive array of tomes that had been collected in the oak-paneled room. Other than Penacles, the City of Knowledge, Talak boasted one of the finest collections of writing in the Dragonrealm. The books were, for the most part, copies, however. Melicard had sent scribes throughout the continent on quests to obtain access to whatever bits of writing they could find. At Erini"s urging, he was now also having some of the copies copied so that others could share in what his people had discovered. "I"ve come on urgent business so my arrival was a bit more abrupt than I would"ve wished. I hope that you will overlook my transgression."