Rennis returned, and gave her a piece of fruit and some hard bread and a bit of dried meat. She thanked him, and since her legs still ached, stayed where she was while he and Zed set about making a campsite.
What did they want her for, she wondered.
But the answer was not forthcoming.
Chapter 14.
THUNDERCLOUDS PILED BLACKLY Overhead,and the rumble of distant thunder was a constant undercurrent to the argument. "No!" Keman shouted, his tail lashing. "I don"t believe you, Mother! Shana is my sister, she"s more my sister than that lazy lump of spite everyone else calls my sister! She is in danger, and you took me away before I could help her! And I"m going back there, and nothing you can say is going to stop me!"
"Keman-" His mother glanced over her shoulder uneasily; they were arguing in the middle of the Lair valley, and his shouting was beginning to attract a crowd.
"I told you, I"m going back, and you can"t stop me!" he repeated, uncomfortably aware that his voice was cracking from the strain, which wasn"t doing much for the confident, adult image he was trying to project.
"Maybe she cannot," a voice rumbled warningly behind him, "but we we can. The halfblood was cast out, young Keman, and there"s an end to it." can. The halfblood was cast out, young Keman, and there"s an end to it."
Keman managed to suppress the immediate reaction of turning round about and cowering submissively to Keoke. The time was over for submission, and the fact that Keoke was an Elder had very little bearing on the matter. Keoke was wrong wrong , and Keman had decided on the flight home, ign.o.bly carried in his mother"s claws, that he was no longer going to submit tamely to injustice, even if it was delivered by an Elder. , and Keman had decided on the flight home, ign.o.bly carried in his mother"s claws, that he was no longer going to submit tamely to injustice, even if it was delivered by an Elder.
"Shana was punished, when Rovy Rovy should have been, and you all know it, Mother! I am should have been, and you all know it, Mother! I am not not going to stand here and let your cowardice hurt her any-" going to stand here and let your cowardice hurt her any-"
A wing-buffet from behind sent him rolling end over end, coming up against a rock, and sprawling ungracefully at the foot of the cliff.
Keoke towered over him, the Elder"s eyes red with anger, but it was to Keman"s mother he spoke, not to Keman.
"That is beyond the bounds, even for your your son, shaman," Keoke growled. "I suggest that you confine him to your lair until he has learned some manners son, shaman," Keoke growled. "I suggest that you confine him to your lair until he has learned some manners and and some concern for the Kin instead of placing so much importance on his own peculiar ideas of justice." some concern for the Kin instead of placing so much importance on his own peculiar ideas of justice."
Alara hung her head as the rest of the dragons around her rumbled their agreement. Keman stood up, shaking his head to clear it, and found himself surrounded too closely even to allow him to spread his wings. He had no doubt that if he tried, the others would seize them, and too bad if the membranes tore in the process.
He was "escorted" to the lair, his mother trailing along behind, and he sulked every step of the way.
Rocks for brains and stones for souls, every one of them, he thought angrily, making no effort to shield his thoughts, and not caring who happened to overhear. Too stupid to change and too complacent to want to. If we were back Home right now, they"d probably refuse to use the Gate! Hidebound, overfed, underexercised, f.e.c.kless, selfish, prejudiced, unreasonable, obstinate Too stupid to change and too complacent to want to. If we were back Home right now, they"d probably refuse to use the Gate! Hidebound, overfed, underexercised, f.e.c.kless, selfish, prejudiced, unreasonable, obstinate - - :That will be quite enough, Keman,: his mother said sharply. .-Everyone in the Lair knows your opinion by now, I"m sure .-Everyone in the Lair knows your opinion by now, I"m sure .: .: Good, he thought. :Fine, let them cast :Fine, let them cast me me out too out too ,: he replied bitterly. . ,: he replied bitterly. . I deserve it as much as Shana. After all, I didn"t sufficiently humble myself to Rovy, so obviously I provoked him into a justifiable attack on I deserve it as much as Shana. After all, I didn"t sufficiently humble myself to Rovy, so obviously I provoked him into a justifiable attack on-: :I saidenough, Kemanorel Kemanorel ,: his mother interrupted. Warned by her tone, Keman subsided until they both were deep inside the lair. Their escort had tactfully remained outside. ,: his mother interrupted. Warned by her tone, Keman subsided until they both were deep inside the lair. Their escort had tactfully remained outside.
Alara paused; Keman didn"t. He kept going right past her, head down, tail dragging, making straight for the dubious sanctuary of his own cavelet.
"Keman," she said tentatively.
"What?" he replied churlishly, smoldering with anger and making no effort to hide it.
"Keman, I"ll find Shana, and I"ll take her somewhere safe," she said. "I"ll do my best-"
He turned, and looked her straight in the eyes. "Mother," he said coldly and clearly, "I don"t believe you."
And with that, he flung himself into his cave, extinguished the light, and curled up in the dark with his back to the entrance.
He waited, while Alara stood just outside, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Finally she left, without saying a word.
Thunder echoed down through the entrance of the lair, and the earth shook with it, even this far underground. This would be a storm of monumental force- Which suited Keman"s plans entirely.
Keman waited a moment to see if his mother would return, but there was no sign of her. But rather than creep to the entrance of his cave and look, he stretched himself out on his h.o.a.rd, rested his chin on his foreclaws, and closed his eyes.
He reached out, carefully, delicately, with his mind.
He made no attempt to make contact with those minds he sensed around him, only to identify who they were and, more importantly, where.
In the pa.s.sageway leading to the rear entrance, swelling with self-importance, was Myre. Just beyond her, lurking outside the entrance, Rovy. Predictably, the bully was lurking above above the entrance, so that he could drop down on Keman if he tried to escape that way. And lying across the front entrance was his mother, her mind dark with guilt. the entrance, so that he could drop down on Keman if he tried to escape that way. And lying across the front entrance was his mother, her mind dark with guilt.
So. They thought they had him pinned down.
They thought they"d covered all the entrances.
But none of them had accompanied Shana on her little rounds of exploration, and none of them knew that the wall at the rear of the storage caverns that separated Alara"s lair from an empty one was no longer quite intact.
Keman slunk out of his cave, belly flat to the ground, his scaled hide changed to a rough blue-gray texture that matched the stone around him. Whenever he thought he heard or sensed something, he froze. Unless someone knew exactly what to look for, they never would have spotted him.
He reached the storage caves without incident, while thunder continued to roll down the long, echoing tunnels of the lair, giving only a hint of the fury outside.
He took his time, carefully displacing stones so that they wouldn"t rattle against each other and alert Myre or his mother. He considered, briefly, trying to build it up again from inside, then decided against it. He wouldn"t be back to need this particular escape route again. He had every intention of seeing to it that he never set eyes on another of the Kin.
The next lair was a small one, in poor repair.
Thunder pounded through it, echoing off every wall as clearly as if he stood beneath the open sky. Fitful flashes of directionless light accompanied it. He picked his way carefully across the stone-strewn floor, sometimes catching a claw on a stray rock, or stubbing a toe painfully. Fortunately he and Shana had fully explored this little retreat; and once he reached the far wall, he saw clearly what he had been watching for: the flickering blue fire of lightning, illuminating the ceiling and the chimney-hole that pierced the center dome of the lair.
That hole was his route to freedom, which would take him outside above the heads of everyone watching for him, under cover of the storm.
All he had to do was reach it.
He sighed, transformed his claws into something much more suited to rock-climbing. Talons thickened, straightened into short, hard spikes; claws became more handlike, and covered with tough skin. He set all four feet into the wall, and began his ascent.
Outside nothing was visible but a tree-covered hill. There was no sign of anyone living here, much less all this!
Shana stood at the entrance to the cave, with the mage-curtain sparkling behind her, and gawked without shame. If the Kin ever saw this, it would start a whole new fashion! Buildings inside a cave-and this one must be bigger than that place they held her in. She still couldn"t believe it.
"This is the Citadel," Rennis said, waving his hand at the edifice beyond. "You can"t see all of it, of course; the old wizards used a lot of the tunnels and caverns behind the building as well. That tripled the size of the inhabited section, at least at the height of our glory. So, there it is: the Citadel, never discovered, never taken, not even when the wizards themselves were defeated."
Even in ruins, with the facade of the building crumbling from age, and what plaster remained spotted with mildew, it was an impressive sight. The ceiling of the cave was hidden, as in the elven lords" buildings, behind a soft, amber glow. Unlike the little light-b.a.l.l.s created by the dragons, this magically created light-source illuminated clearly everything in the main cavern. The shield-wall spell across the entrance, which would admit only those it was keyed to, effectively hid the reality of the Citadel behind an illusion of a shallow, uninteresting rocky cavity in the hillside, floored with dry leaves and sand and hosting only a spider or two.
This was not a water-carved cave as was the lair-or at least, there was no sign here of the hand of nature. Floor, walls, and ceiling were smooth, unmarked expanses of rock. A shallow staircase, also carved from the living rock, led down to the floor of the place. The entire hill had been hollowed out by magic, energies still resonating faintly in the walls, with the ma.s.sive, yet graceful building dominating the farther wall, and artificially nurtured plants and trees growing right up to the staircase at their feet. Sheep grazed in little white clumps across the cavern, completely unconcerned that their backs were being warmed by magic, and not natural sunlight.
A stone-paved path led across a lawn of rough, sheep-cropped gra.s.s towards the building. The Citadel was made of the same yellow stone as the cavern, constructed as completely unlike an elven lord"s hall as possible. This place was multistoried, and virtually all the s.p.a.ce that was not load-bearing was devoted to windows looking out on the artificial park.
Zed, growing impatient, pushed past them, muttering something.
Over the yellow stone, plaster had been applied, to make the building glow a pure, unsullied white.
It must have been magnificent when it was new, Shana thought, wishing that she could have seen it.
Surely it had gleamed in its little green park like a moonstone on velvet.
Now most of the windows were dark, empty sockets. The plaster had fallen from the stone, leaving large patches of yellow. The stonework itself was cracked, and the gra.s.s was taking over the path. The trees and bushes had been allowed to spread without hindrance, and were s.h.a.ggy and unkempt, except where the sheep had nibbled them.
Still, there was something impressive about it even yet. Certainly taken as a unit, with the building and the cavern that housed it counting as "the Citadel," it was the single most remarkable piece of human handiwork Shana had ever seen. They rivaled even the elven-built city in some ways, because the city had been mostly built by human hands, not elven magic. The Citadel was entirely halfblood work, and constructed entirely by magic.
And that it all stood after these many hundreds of years was a further testament to the powers of those old wizards. They must have been so powerful They must have been so powerful ... ...
"Well, come along, Shana," Rennis said, patting her on the shoulder, startling her. "You have a lot of things you have to do so you can get settled in." He walked forward and down the steps, leading his horse carefully so that it didn"t stumble.
"I do?" she said, following him, while Zed strode ahead of them stiffly, already leading his horse up the path to the Citadel.
"Of course," Rennis replied indulgently, looking back over his shoulder at her. "You"ll have to meet your master, be shown your quarters, learn where everything is-"
"Wait!" Shana said, stopping dead in the middle of the path, alarmed at the word "master."
"I thought you said there weren"t any slaves here!"
"What?" Rennis turned back to her with a face full of astonishment. "Of course there aren"t any slaves-"
She planted her feet far apart, and set her hands on her hips. "Then why am I going to have a master?" she asked, raising her chin aggressively.
To her surprise-and anger-Rennis began to laugh. She"d had more than enough of being laughed at lately, she thought with annoyance. It wasn"t her her fault she didn"t understand things! She would very much have liked to see how fault she didn"t understand things! She would very much have liked to see how he he would do, plopped down in the middle of the Lair! would do, plopped down in the middle of the Lair!
"I"m sorry, child," Rennis said-though he didn"t sound in the least sorry. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "I keep forgetting how little you know of us. Your "master" will be a senior wizard, Denelor Vyrthan, and he will be your "master" only in the sense that he is the master of his magical abilities and your teacher, while you will be his apprentice and his pupil. Along with several other young wizards, of course. Mind, you will will be expected to clean up and cook for him, and do a few other things for him; that"s what apprentices do to pay for their teaching. But you"ll have several other youngsters to share the work with you." be expected to clean up and cook for him, and do a few other things for him; that"s what apprentices do to pay for their teaching. But you"ll have several other youngsters to share the work with you."
"Oh," Shana replied, since some sort of reply seemed in order. "All right, then. But I can"t cook."
"I suppose not," Rennis replied thoughtfully. "Well, you ought to learn. If you go out on a journey, how do you expect to get your meals otherwise?"
She"d eat them raw, of course, she thought derisively. What was wrong with that?
"Now, first things first," Rennis said, resuming his journey towards the building. "Let"s see about your quarters..."
Shana had somehow gotten the impression that living among the wizards would be very like living among the Kin.
She learned that in some ways she had been right, but in most ways she was completely wrong.
Dragons seldom needed to "clean up" anything, with the exception of Keman, who needed to clean the pens of his pets, sometimes daily. But that was a simple process of raking out excrement and throwing down fresh sand or straw.
When Shana had been held in the slave pens, there hadn"t been anything to "clean up" either. Slaves owned nothing, their bedding was taken away periodically and exchanged for new, their tunics taken away daily, and they themselves washed daily.
But the wizards had possessions, and created others, and in the process, created a mess. Things needed to be cleaned; bedding, garments, dishes, dwellings. Things needed to be put away; clothing, books, writing materials, personal possessions.
There were other considerations to this new lifestyle. The slaves had been "hosed down," as Zed put it, once a day. Two-leggers, when not enslaved, did not always care to clean themselves as slaves did. Some, especially the old and stiff-jointed, or the young and sybaritic, preferred long soaks in deep tubs of hot water-which needed to be scrubbed afterwards.
The wizards had leisure time and the freedom to indulge themselves in it. That meant hobbies and other recreational pastimes, and those usually produced some kind of a mess. Floors collected dirt, and needed to be swept.
Then there was food. Shana had always eaten everything raw when she"d been with the Kin, and as a slave she had eaten what she"d been given. Here, meals had to be cooked, which meant they not only had to clean the dishes food was eaten from, but also all the varied cookware used to produce the meal.
It was a complicated life, with much of the drudgery being done by the apprentices.
As the newest of Denelor"s apprentices, and the only one who could not cook, and had no idea of how to properly put things away, Shana got most of the truly tedious or unpleasant tasks, and most of those involved cleaning something. It was a continual puzzle to her, this obsession with possessions that the two-leggers had. If they had owned owned less, their lives would have been considerably less complicated. less, their lives would have been considerably less complicated.
Then again, she had to admit that there were aspects of two-legger life that were profoundly superior to life with the Kin. Cooked meals-real meals, and not the bland, watery fare served up to the slaves-came as a surprise and a real, antic.i.p.ated pleasure. Denelor"s senior apprentice, who did most of the cooking, served up food with flavors and combinations of flavors Shana had never even dreamed of.
There were other pleasures a.s.sociated with her new life-those hot baths, for one; the wonderful, cushioned sleeping-room for another. She had her own, private room which was always warm and dry, with one of the sleeping-places called a "bed" and a chest to put things in. She never quite came to place the kind of value in clothing and self-ornament that some of the others did, but it was good to have clean trews and tunics all the time, even if she was was the one who had to wash them. the one who had to wash them.
Music was another delightful surprise. The dragons never sang; the closest they came was the recitation of epic poetry. Shana had listened with pleasure to birds singing, of course, but the first time she heard Denelor pick up a katar and sing to its strumming, she nearly exploded with excitement. Much to her own chagrin, she soon discovered that she she had no talent in that direction. Her "range" was about three notes, and she had no sense for anything but rhythm patterns. But she could-and did, with great enthusiasm-still enjoy the efforts of others. had no talent in that direction. Her "range" was about three notes, and she had no sense for anything but rhythm patterns. But she could-and did, with great enthusiasm-still enjoy the efforts of others.
The others never forgot that she was an outsider, though, and neither did she. Most of them them had either been brought here as small children, kidnapped before they could be collared, or as babies, left on the hill to die by their frightened mothers. The penalty for bearing a halfblood child was death for the mother and child alike, which tended to keep such conceptions secret when they occurred, and forced the mothers to rid themselves of the infant as soon as possible after it was born. Some, because of circ.u.mstances, could not expose the halfbloods as infants; the ones that didn"t kill the children themselves lived in fear-until the day when their child went out to play and did not return, or vanished from his bed. Then they breathed sighs of relief as they reported the missing child to their overseer. had either been brought here as small children, kidnapped before they could be collared, or as babies, left on the hill to die by their frightened mothers. The penalty for bearing a halfblood child was death for the mother and child alike, which tended to keep such conceptions secret when they occurred, and forced the mothers to rid themselves of the infant as soon as possible after it was born. Some, because of circ.u.mstances, could not expose the halfbloods as infants; the ones that didn"t kill the children themselves lived in fear-until the day when their child went out to play and did not return, or vanished from his bed. Then they breathed sighs of relief as they reported the missing child to their overseer.
The wizards combed the hills for such abandoned children, and kept careful watch for the "noise" of untrained magic-use to catch the children that had escaped exposure. Those they either bought at auction, as they had bought Shana, or used their magics to abduct, a safe enough procedure, since the children of human slaves were seldom watched too closely. Shana was the first of their numbers in a very long time to have joined as a near-adult, and the first to have had such an extensive retrieval effort made on her part.
She had a few friends, mostly apprentices, though the young wizard Zed seemed to thaw once he had reached the safety of the Citadel. But she was afraid to allow anyone too close, given the lessons she had learned from losing Keman and Megwyn. She was simply not willing to risk so much of herself to a deep friendship, and most of the apprentices seemed to find her too alien to want want anything beyond mere acquaintance. anything beyond mere acquaintance.
Her ch.o.r.es occupied the mornings, for when she wasn"t cleaning up after her master or herself, she was "loaned out" to wizards who had no apprentices, or only one or two; in the afternoons, she joined half of Denelor"s apprentices in her lessons in magic.
And those were revelations in themselves.
Floor-sweeping kept her occupied until just after the lessons were scheduled to start. She tossed her ap.r.o.n in a corner and ran for the stairs to Denelor"s quarters, expecting a rebuke when she got there. But when Shana knocked on the door and joined the group, she saw to her surprise that all of Denelor"s six apprentices were present, instead of only half.
She took a place on the floor, near the back of the room. There were only three chairs in the room, and Denelor had one of those. The other two had been taken by the youngest apprentice, Kyle, and the other girl, Mindi. Shana didn"t mind: the floor of Denelor"s room was carpeted with something soft and warm, a vast improvement over the stone of the caves and the tile of the slave pens.
"All right, children, it"s our turn for procurement," said the portly, soft-spoken Denelor, as he gathered his apprentices about him for what ordinarily were the afternoon lessons. As always, the lesson was held in Denelor"s quarters, in a room he called the "sitting room," which nomenclature had thoroughly confused Shana. After all, she reasoned, couldn"t you sit anywhere? Why have a single room devoted entirely to sitting?
The oldest apprentice, a wraith of a boy who so closely resembled his elven father that his mother had actually gone to the "wizard woods" an hour after giving birth to leave him there, sighed dramatically. "I thought it was Umbra"s turn," he complained. "I know her "prentices all went through a lot to bring that gold up out of the mine, but I never heard anyone change the rules about rotation just because someone did something extra-"
Denelor shook his head, his mild green eyes wide with amus.e.m.e.nt. "Umbra did last week, right on schedule, and the schedule is is posted, you know. It"s our turn, fair and square, Lanet. Unless you"d posted, you know. It"s our turn, fair and square, Lanet. Unless you"d rather rather eat mutton and lentils for the next several days..." eat mutton and lentils for the next several days..."
Lanet shuddered dramatically. "I think not, Master Denelor. Procurement it is."
Shana waited patiently, as she had learned to wait since arriving here, for an explanation of "procurement." Denelor might remember that she was new-and he might not. If he did, he"d explain; if he didn"t, she would find out if she kept her ears open.
Denelor chuckled, and handed the apprentice a piece of smudged paper. "Your choice, lad. Mostly it"s food this time, but winter"s coming on, and there are a couple of new apprentices with no winter clothing, and a lot more who"ve grown out of theirs..."
That seemed to remind him of Shana"s presence, and he looked for her among the others. "Procurement is when we use our magic to get things we need from the elven lords, my dear," he said over Lanet"s head. "All the masters and apprentices take it in rotation, six days at a time, and we actually work only three days out of the six. That is because it"s wearying work, and you won"t be good for much but eating and sleeping the day after you fetch your allotment."
Shana noticed that he was no longer using the tone and simple sentences with her that he had been; speaking to her as if she were a very small child.
When she had called lightning she must have convinced him she wasn"t simpleminded. That little incident might well be responsible for a few more of the white hairs among Denelor"s sandy-brown.
Lanet looked the list over and sighed dramatically. "I guess I really ought to leave the smaller stuff for Shana, since it"s her first time. Winter clothing, I suppose. Ugh. That means I"ll have to look for it, too."
Lanet took his scrying-stone out of his pocket, threw his white-blond hair out of his eyes with a toss of his head, and placed the polished slab of emerald beryl on the carpet in front of him. He stared into its crystalline green depths for a long moment, then finally spoke. "There"s quite a lot of clothing stockpiled in Lord Dyran"s warehouses, at the edge of his estate. I doubt he"d miss a bale or two of slave tunics and trews."
But Denelor shook his head immediately. "No; I can"t permit that. Doing anything around Dyran is too dangerous. He might not have shielded his storehouses, but he"s certainly warded the estate, and we don"t dare take the chance of alerting him to our existence."