Raves for the Previous Valdemar Anthologies:
“Fans of Lackey’s epic Valdemar series will devour this superb anthology. Of the thirteen stories included, there is no weak link— an attribute exceedingly rare in collections of this sort. Highly recommended.”
—The Barnes and Noble Review
“This high-quality anthology mixes pieces by experienced authors and enthusiastic fans of editor Lackey’s Valdemar. Valdemar fandom, especially, will revel in this sterling example of what such a mixture of fans’ and pros’ work can be. Engrossing even for newcomers to Valdemar.”
—Booklist
“Josepha Sherman, Tanya Huff, Mickey Zucker Reichert, and Michelle West have quite good stories, and there’s another by Lackey herself. Familiarity with the series helps but is not a prerequisite to enjoying this book.”
—Science Fiction Chronicle
“Each tale adheres to the Lackey laws of the realm yet provides each author’s personal stamp on the story. Well written and fun, Valdemarites will especially appreciate the magic of this book.”
—The Midwest Book Review
“The sixth collection set in Lackey’s world of Valdemar presents stories of Heralds and their telepathic horselike Companions and of Bards and Healers, and provides glimpses of the many other aspects of a setting that has a large and avid readership. The fiften original tales in this volume will appeal to series fans.”
—Library Journal
TITLES BY MERCEDES LACKEY
available from DAW Books:
THE NOVELS OF VALDEMAR:
THE HERALDS OF VALDEMAR
ARROWS OF THE QUEEN
ARROW’S FLIGHT
ARROW’S FALL
THE LAST HERALD-MAGE
MAGIC’S PAWN
MAGIC’S PROMISE
MAGIC’S PRICE
THE MAGE WINDS
WINDS OF FATE
WINDS OF CHANGE
WINDS OF FURY
THE MAGE STORMS
STORM WARNING
STORM RISING
STORM BREAKING
VOWS AND HONOR
THE OATHBOUND
OATHBREAKERS
OATHBLOOD
THE COLLEGIUM CHRONICLES
FOUNDATION
INTRIGUES
CHANGES
REDOUBT
BASTION
THE HERALD SPY
CLOSER TO HOME
CLOSER TO THE HEART
CLOSER TO THE CHEST
FAMILY SPIES
THE HILLS HAVE SPIES*
BY THE SWORD
BRIGHTLY BURNING
TAKE A THIEF
EXILE’S HONOR
EXILE’S VALOR
VALDEMAR ANTHOLOGIES:
SWORD OF ICE
SUN IN GLORY
CROSSROADS
MOVING TARGETS
CHANGING THE WORLD
FINDING THE WAY
UNDER THE VALE
NO TRUE WAY
CRUCIBLE
TEMPEST
PATHWAYS
Written with LARRY DIXON:
THE MAGE WARS
THE BLACK GRYPHON
THE WHITE GRYPHON
THE SILVER GRYPHON
DARIAN’S TALE
OWLFLIGHT
OWLSIGHT
OWLKNIGHT
OTHER NOVELS:
GWENHWYFAR
THE BLACK SWAN
THE DRAGON JOUSTERS
JOUST
ALTA
SANCTUARY
AERIE
THE ELEMENTAL MASTERS
THE SERPENT’S SHADOW
THE GATES OF SLEEP
PHOENIX AND ASHES
THE WIZARD OF LONDON
RESERVED FOR THE CAT
UNNATURAL ISSUE
HOME FROM THE SEA
STEADFAST
BLOOD RED
FROM A HIGH TOWER
A STUDY IN SABLE
A SCANDAL IN BATTERSEA
Anthologies:
ELEMENTAL MAGIC
ELEMENTARY
*Coming soon from DAW Books
And don’t miss THE VALDEMAR COMPANION edited by John Helfers and Denise Little
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Contents
Raves for the Valdemar Anthologies
Titles by Mercedes Lackey
Title Page
Copyright
Silent Storms
Brigid Collins
Traded Places
Kristin Schwengel
Reborn
Jennifer Brozek
The Girl Who Rejected the Ordinary
Janny Wurts
Unexpected Consequences
Elizabeth A. Vaughan
A Herald’s Duty
Phaedra Weldon
Woven Threads of Love and Honor
Dayle A. Dermatis
Patterns
Diana L. Paxson
Out of the Pelagiris
Ron Collins
Trust Your Instincts
Dylan Birtolo
Discovery
Nancy Asire
An Ostentation of Peacocks
Elisabeth Waters
Cobblestones
Fiona Patton
Boggles and Spies
Louisa Swann
The Hidden Gift
Anthea Sharp
Secrets and Truths
D Shull
Ordinary Miracles
Rebecca Fox
Cloud and Sparrow
Michele Lang
Clay and Fire
Angela Penrose
Bootknife
Stephanie D. Shaver
To Catch a Thief
Mercedes Lackey
About the Authors
About the Editor
Silent Storms
Brigid Collins
The Collegium had dumped a Trainee on Herald Selte.
Even with Haven an hour’s ride behind, Selte still twitched in her saddle. The distant voices rumbled like thunder at the horizon’s edge. Thunder told tales about lightning, and lightning could drop with little warning to those who didn’t understand the language of th
e weather. Selte did understand it—at least, as well as she could. She’d studied the weather all her life.
What left her floundering was conversation with people. She hadn’t had to find a way to communicate with anyone other than a few Heralds since being Chosen, and what little she did with those Heralds barely qualified anyway. Being alone with her understanding Companion in the wilderness, where she didn’t have to listen to spoken words or Mindspeech, kept her from feeling her losses too much.
Cerilka’s sides buzzed against Selte’s legs. Selte dug her knees inward before the Companion finished soothing her. Too hard, she realized, but nothing to do about it now.
Cerilka tossed her head, but she did not repeat her buzzing.
But her Companion was right. The storm cloud existed only in Selte’s head. Sunlight beat down upon the dry, cracked dirt road. Even under the mottled shade of browned and curled leaves, the heat of high summer barely lifted. The air tasted of dust rather than ozone on the scarred remains of Selte’s tongue.
The weather had whispered the same tale for three months now, until there could be no mistaking it: parched, choking, much of Valdemar a dried-out, crumbling husk in the continuing drought. Selte had included as much in the written report of her weather studies upon her return to Haven and had received in exchange a new, uncomfortable set of orders.
Ride Circuit through towns and villages rather than the wilderness. Ensure the people of Valdemar have the knowledge and tools to protect themselves from fires while the drought continues. Take this Herald Trainee and somehow, without the use of voice or Mindspeech, teach her to read weather.
Selte didn’t have any power over the weather. She could do nothing to affect when the rains came or how hard they fell. But she tried to be a good listener, and the weather offered no judgments on Selte’s lack of replies. It simply confided in her, and she interpreted its meanings as her limited abilities allowed. Sometimes she got it wrong, and that was on her.
She didn’t blame the weather for the things her village had done to her in anger.
Selte felt her buttocks tighten against the too-stiff leather of Cerilka’s fancy saddle, and Cerilka’s tail swish reply came more tentatively than usual. Selte brushed her fingers through her Companion’s mane in a soft apology.
She wished she could have ditched the fancy saddle back at the Collegium for the broken-in one she didn’t have to be afraid to use, but their assigned Circuit meant they had to adhere to the official Herald and Companion uniform. She couldn’t even scramble out of her own fancy Whites.
But a pleasantly worn saddle and comfortable clothes wouldn’t override the invasive presence of Herald Trainee Marli and Companion Taren behind Selte and Cerilka.
“I can’t believe how I’ve gotten used to the Collegium. It’s so quiet out here.” Marli’s voice rippled with ingrained laughter.
Selte tensed. Was the girl laughing at her? Sounds abounded out here, with birds singing and the wind rushing, and these ridiculous bells chiming on the saddles with every step the Companions took. The only quiet one was Selte, since Marli apparently couldn’t go even part of a candlemark without saying something. Selte had yet to give any kind of response to the girl’s prattle, hoping she’d get the hint and keep quiet eventually.
No such luck yet.
“It really reminds me of my hometown, you know? Like life is at a slower pace outside of the city.”
Trying to parse the chatter made it hard to focus on the subtleties of the weather, so Selte did her best to ignore the conversation she couldn’t participate in anyway.
“Not that I dislike the city. I thought I would, you know, when I first came here. If it weren’t for Taren, I’d have been completely terrified out of my skull leaving home. But Haven isn’t really so different.”
Taren whickered, and Marli laughed again.
A thin breeze wound across the road, gossiping about tomorrow’s wind and flapping Selte’s sweat-soaked Whites. Then it blustered into the brush off the road and disappeared into the wild.
Selte sighed after it, a silent curse on her new, constricting Circuit.
“I know, right? The other Trainees say I’m still a country bumpkin, but I—”
Selte twisted around, her pants squeaking against the fancy saddle, and glared at the Trainee. With one hand she covered her own mouth, and with the other she pointed at Marli.
Marli stared, eyes wide and mouth open, but no more sound came out.
Satisfied her point had finally been received, Selte righted herself. She let Cerilka take over following the road, tipped her head back, and watched the thin, teasing shreds of cloud drift overhead. They were too high and too thin to shed even a single raindrop onto parched Valdemar, but at least they were something. They were the weather hemming and hawing over the idea of maybe changing course sooner than later. Unless they weren’t. She could never be entirely sure of the weather until it happened.
There wasn’t much Selte could teach anyone, really.
A brief pressure flared in her mind, Cerilka’s sign for Selte to emerge from her solitary musings. The Companion knew better than anyone Selte’s preference for silence, and she always kept their mental contact gentle and unobtrusive, reserving actual words for emergencies.
Taren had moved up beside Cerilka, and Selte glanced over to see Marli smiling at her.
“So, do you think it’ll rain?”
Selte bit back a groan and focused on the long, tortuous road before them.
• • •
Marli had never run into a person she couldn’t talk to. Before Taren had Chosen her, she’d been the peacekeeper in her hometown, which was no small feat, considering how the farming families back home mistrusted the Heralds that tried to solve their long-standing grudges. At the Collegium, she’d solved a multitude of disputes of varying degrees of seriousness. She’d made tons of friends throughout her training, getting people excited about working together no matter the task. People just felt comfortable opening up to her.
Herald Selte, however, had given her the cold shoulder at every turn, except when circumstances forced them to interact. Then she’d either glare at Marli or shy away, until Marli felt guilty for even opening her mouth.
The situation had her feeling cramped and constrained.
:How am I supposed to learn anything if Herald Selte won’t talk to me?: she asked Taren.
They were riding through the cobbled streets of a lakeside town, checking that the people had followed the fire safety instructions another Herald had left a few weeks earlier. From here Marli had a view down the hill to the lake itself and the enlarged strip of rocky beach the drought had exposed. Small boats lay stranded on the stones, and the breeze carried the odor of rotting fish from where the carcasses lay baking in the unrelenting sun.
Taren snorted. :The Collegium told you Herald Selte was mute. What sort of miracle do you expect her to pull off?:
:That’s not what I meant,: Marli replied. :She clearly has a way to communicate with Cerilka. Why can’t she try something like that with me? Or she could write. All Heralds learn that.:
:Perhaps she is not comfortable having someone listen to her.:
Marli supposed that must be true. At each stop along their Circuit, whether the stop was a check-in like this one or a full teaching session for the fire-safety guidelines, Selte had stepped back and let Marli lead the discussions. While Marli enjoyed the process of working through people’s issues with the new codes, she was still a Trainee. She could use a little help every now and then. But once they were back on the road, Selte’s prickly silence reigned, and Marli’s plans to confront her would-be mentor fizzled away. The woman looked ready to bolt every time Marli asked for guidance.
:There must be something I can do to put her at ease,: Marli said. She could find common ground with anyone. She wasn’t an Empath or anything, her mental gifts being Fars
ight and Fetching, but she didn’t need a supernatural enhancement to pick up on people’s signals. Usually, anyway. The only signal she got from Herald Selte was “leave me alone,” and it came through like a clap of thunder.
Marli wrapped up her inspection of the last row of houses, marking them on her list as “compliant.” As Taren turned them away from the lake view and back toward the center of town, Marli tilted her head back the way she’d seen Selte do time after time. Not a single cloud drifted above today, but the harsh sunlight leached the sky of all color until it looked oppressively overcast. Marli hardly had time to feel the moisture of her own sweat before the thirsty air wicked it away.
Mimicking Selte once more, Marli sniffed, grimacing at the fish odor. She wondered what Selte read of the coming weather from the weak breeze. Not that broaching the topic of the weather had a different effect than any other conversation Marli might start. Herald Selte seemed content to bristle and sulk her way through this Circuit.
Marli and Taren arrived at the town’s main gate in time to see Selte and Cerilka plodding up from the opposite side of town. Both Herald and Companion moved as though they had burrs under the saddle but were too burned by the sun to care. The creases in Selte’s weathered face were etched deeper than they’d been this morning, and her rumpled Whites masked her wiry frame, making her look older than she was.
Marli erred on the side of caution, as well as conserving her own energy, and merely raised a hand in greeting. Selte rewarded her with a short version of the stink-eye.
“Shade?” Marli said when Selte drew closer. The path out of town would soon take them to a stand of oak and birch, as well as the Waystation the four of them were utilizing while they worked with this town.
Selte nodded curtly and proceeded to share all kinds of gestures with Cerilka as they all moved along the road.
:She’s certainly comfortable with Cerilka listening to her,: Marli said. She didn’t begrudge her own plaintive tone. It was hot, she’d had a long day, and Herald Selte simply wasn’t being fair. When they reached the Waystation, Marli would confront Herald Selte. No more letting guilt silence her.
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