"She has asked our help in healing her companion. In return, maybe she will teach us these spells."
"Has she promised such help?" Mayst demanded.
"No, My Lady. She has promised nothing but our destruction if we do not help."
"That sounds more like truth." Mayst looked over at Chihon. "I doubt one such as her would so readily agree."
Chihon was getting worried that Mayst would refuse to help Lorit. She looked around for something to draw on. He powers were still low, and she was not sure how much she could depend on.
She reached out and saw a glimmer of a light-blue haze off, behind the palace. It was indistinct but contained magic. She drew it to herself, breathing in the power as she did. She almost forgot where she was when Mayst interrupted.
"Look at her. Even as she stands there, she gathers the power to destroy us. You have done well not to anger the sorceress."
She turned to Chihon. "Come, sorceress. Tell me your name. Make yourself comfortable. Let us talk a while." Mayst gestured to one of the cushions.
Chihon took a seat. She wondered what was in store for her, but felt much more confident now that she had a source of power. She reached out to Lorit and infused him with some of the power she had absorbed. She could feel him reviving already.
"Thank you for your restraint," Mayst said. "We are a rough and sometimes violent people. We realize that this is not your way, but it is ours. We rarely have contact with those outside of our lands. They see us as barbaric. Strangely, that is exactly the way we see them."
Chihon nodded. "I just ask that you help heal Lorit so we can be on our way. We are headed to Amedon. We're not here to cause trouble. We have plenty of that on our own."
"The healers are already at work on the man you brought us. We do have a problem, though. Our laws say that any man brought within these walls is either broken to our ways or gelded so that his temperament is more manageable. This law is not broken for any reason. None may leave as they enter. Which do you prefer?"
Chihon felt her blood run hot. The magic rose up in her, and she gathered it around her in preparation for a fight. "Neither." She would not let them harm Lorit, even if that meant killing every one of them.
Chemwa held up her hand. "Then you must stay here, inside the palace. Only here can he remain as he is. You will be treated as my honored guests, but you must remain here. To allow you to leave as you are, would destroy the peace and prosperity we have worked too long and hard to maintain.
"Don't worry. You can keep him for yourself. That much I can see to. If you choose to break him, you can still keep him for yourself. If you choose to geld him, then he can remain here and serve the palace or he may go. It matters not at that point.
"Either way, you have time to choose," Mayst said. She rose from her chair and turned her back on Chihon.
Chihon raised a fireball in her hand, feeling it tingle in her palm. She threw the fireball at Mayst and watched it as it exploded into a silent shower of sparks before it reached her.
Mayst stopped and turned. "You may have had the ability to harm us when you entered here, but now that you have drunk of our power, you are quite harmless. The power you absorbed while you sat here is a part of us. You can no more use our magic against us than you could use yours against yourself."
Mayst turned her back once more and silently walked from the room, leaving Chihon sitting there, worried and upset.
Chihon sat with Lorit over the next few days. He was getting better, but slowly. Each day, she drew more power from the source behind the palace. If she could build up enough, maybe she could break through the spell that protected the women of Rohir. She also poked around, trying to gather as much information as she could.
There were pools behind the palace, in a large courtyard, where every woman could enjoy them. The healing water bubbled from the ground and was hot to the touch. The water temperature year-round was just between scalding and comfortable. The water flowed down from these heated pools to mix with the cold, so a woman could choose the temperature that suited her best.
Chihon visited the pools often to relax and recharge her magic. Lorit was confined to the palace, and even though his arm was healing nicely, his leg still bothered him. She worried that the healers were intentionally keeping him lame to control him. Her own magic had no effect on his injuries, although she tried repeatedly to heal him.
"The pools are magnificent," Chihon told Lorit as they sat together after dinner. "The rocks are covered in limestone that was deposited by the falling water. The water is the deepest blue; it's almost unnatural. Each one is framed in long spears of pure white crystals, hanging from the edge of the pool, dribbling water into the lower ones.
"You can move from pool to pool to get just the temperature that suits you. The water has a salty taste, but it's good for the skin and many come here just for the minerals."
"I can feel it," Lorit said. "The water comes from deep within the earth. It has power. Lots of power."
"Can you access it?" If Lorit could access the power, maybe he could build up enough strength to defeat the women. She was worried by his continued confinement to the palace. He was getting restless. Bad leg or not, he wanted to get back on the road.
"The palace seems to have some sort of spell on it that interacts with the pool. I can't access the power from here. Maybe if you can get me out of the palace and closer to the pools, I might be able to tap into it."
"Lorit, no. They want you gelded or broken before you leave the palace. They said that if you left as you are, you would be killed on sight."
"I'm not so easy to see." Lorit reached out his hand and slowly faded from her view.
"We can try." Chihon reached out to help him stand and hobble outside. It was late and the guards were posted, but Chihon had made a habit of enjoying the pools late in the evening, just so that the guards would get used to her coming and going at all hours.
Chihon dressed Lorit in a loose robe with a large hood. She hoped that anyone who saw them would think she was headed to the pools with a friend for a late-night dip.
They slipped out the door without notice. Chihon helped Lorit as he stumbled along. The pools were close to the palace, but far enough that his bad leg exhausted him before they reached the water. They had to stop and rest several times on their way.
By the time they reached the pools, Lorit was in pain and could hardly stand. She helped him lower his legs into one of the hotter pools and leaned in to whisper in his ear.
"Feel that water. It's amazing. I love this. It makes me feel so strong and relaxed at the same time."
"I can feel the power." Lorit swished his legs around in the water.
Chihon extended her senses to encompass his injury. His leg showed bright red. It was not healing properly and she feared for his recovery.
Lorit raised a shield of invisibility and stripped off his robe. "Help me into the water. I can feel the source of the magic. I think I can make it over there."
"They'll see you. If the water stirs and no one is there, they'll send a guard to investigate."
"Then come with me." Lorit continued to strip off his clothes. As he tossed them to the ground, they became visible in a neat pile. Once he was completely undressed, he lowered his entire body into the water.
Chihon hesitated. Lorit was invisible, but she was not. The patrons usually bathed naked, so it would look strange if she did not strip before she entered the water. She blushed at the idea that Lorit would see her. She'd been careful not to undress in front of him.
She debated with herself, then finally decided that Lorit needed her help more than she needed her modesty. "Just remember, I can't swim," she whispered. "Don't go out too deep. I don't want to drown."
Even though he was invisible, she felt him smile at her. "Turn your back," she said, rotating her finger in the air. "A lady needs some mystery."
She quickly added her clothes to the pile where Lorit's lay and slid into the water. Her feet touched
the rocky bottom, looking for a place to stand. She reached out to steady herself, her unease with the water momentarily getting the better of her.
Lorit took hold of her arm. "Hold on. It's only chest deep."
She quickly lowered herself into the water up to her neck to provide a bit of modesty. He laughed at her.
"Be quiet. Someone may hear you. I'm supposed to be here all alone."
"It's all right. I have cast a spell over our voices just as I have over my image. No one can hear me, only you."
"Still, I don't want them to think I'm crazy." Chihon shut her mouth and reached out to Lorit communicating silently using their connection. She felt safer that way. No one would hear her side of the conversation and get suspicious.
"Over this way," Lorit said. "The water enters the pool there. I can feel stronger magic where it enters. Don't worry, it's not very deep."
Chihon bounced along holding his arm tightly. She was afraid she would slip off the rocks and plunge beneath the hot surface. She tried to hold back her fear, but it threatened to overcome her. Lorit put his arm around her. It made her feel safe.
"Here," came Lorit's voice in her head. "This is it. Can't you feel it?"
To Chihon the water felt like it always had. There was nothing special about the spot. It was warmer, but the quality of it was the same as it had been by the edge. "I don't feel anything different."
"I do. It's not the same. As the water enters the pool, it diffuses. Most of the power is absorbed by the limestone. By the time it reaches the edge of the pool, much of it is diluted with something else, something emanating from the palace.
"I can use this. It's clear and fresh. It feels like the mines and the jewel in my staff. It's refreshing."
As Lorit spoke, even in hushed tones, she could hear him reviving. She reached out to his damaged leg. The injury changed from bright red to muted, then almost the color and intensity of glowing ember. Finally, it damped out and was gone. His leg was completely healed.
"Your leg," Chihon gasped.
"Yes, it's fine now. They put some sort of spell on it to keep it from healing. I've defeated it. My powers are recovering quickly."
Chihon could feel it, too, as he directed some of the magical energy at her, filling her with the power he pulled from the stream beneath his feet. She felt even stronger and more refreshed than before. It was good to have Lorit back to full strength. She had not realized just how much his infirmity had influenced her own wellbeing.
After a while, he told her he was fully charged and ready to take on the women of Rohir. He waded to the edge of the pool and boldly stepped out of the water. He shook himself and passed his hand over his body. The water vanished leaving him dry as he dressed. He looked back at her. "Coming?"
Chihon turned her finger around above her hand. "Turn around."
Lorit obligingly turned his back tapping his foot impatiently on the ground waiting for her. She replicated his spell to dry herself and was soon dressed.
They headed for the palace, careful to avoid any contact with the few late-night patrons who were still about. Once back in their room, Chihon sat down on the bed. "I feel wonderful, better than I have in a long time. I didn't know how drained I was."
"So do I," Lorit said. "Let's get out of here now. We can sneak past the guards and be on our way before they know we're gone."
The door burst open and Chemwa entered. She had an arrow notched in her bow, aimed at Lorit. "Do you not think we watch the pools? Would we not see your man vanish and reappear? Do you think any woman could do such a thing?"
She turned to Lorit. "You've violated our law by leaving the palace unbroken and un-gelded. You will pay the penalty without delay."
Lorit raised his hand. A pathetic little blue flame appeared. Chihon reached out and touched his arm halting his attack. "They're shielded from our magic. I don't know how it works, but something protects them."
"Come on, you two," Chemwa said. "You have an appointment with the queen." Chemwa stepped aside, revealing the rest of her band of warriors, all armed and ready.
Chihon followed their lead to the audience chamber where she'd first met Mayst. The queen was seated on her throne, just as she had been at their first meeting. One of the guards dragged a large pillow before her and gestured to Chihon to sit.
Two female guards ran up to Lorit and grabbed him by the arms. They were bigger than he was and outweighed him by a considerable amount. He struggled to escape, but they dragged him to the ground and held him fast.
"Will you take responsibility for gelding your man?" Mayst asked. "Or shall I have the guards do it?" She reached for the knife at her belt. The long blade gleamed in the torchlight.
Chihon hesitated, trying to buy enough time to think of something. She reached for the magic of the pools. Since Lorit had shown her the source, she could sense it and follow his lead to draw from it. The spell on the temple was derived from the magic of the pools. It was tuned to the women of the city and specially tailored to weaken the men and strengthen the women.
She knew what she had to do. Chihon drew on the magic deep within the earth beneath the pools to build up an extra reserve. She reached out with her power and probed the queen. She could feel the protective spells around her and how she suppressed the will of the men and defeated any foreign magic.
Chihon embraced the spells surrounding the queen. She drew the woman's power toward her as she had seen Lorit do in his battles with the priests. She carefully picked it apart, strand by strand, until she could see the particular spells she wanted.
The guards had Lorit on the ground and were sitting on his arms and legs. Mayst approached Chihon, holding out the knife. "Are you going to do it?"
Chihon accepted the knife. She hefted it in her hand to get the feel of it, to judge the balance. She focused on the hole she had been carefully opening in the shields the queen maintained.
"I will do what I must," Chihon said, hanging her head. She gave one final tug and felt the hole open in Mayst's shields. She turned and threw the knife with all her might willing it straight for the one spot where the shields were weakest. She pushed with all her magic and that of the earth beneath the pools. She drew on the queen's own power and willed the knife home.
It struck the queen but veered off when it penetrated the shields. Instead of embedding itself in her heart, as Chihon had planned, it angled off and buried itself deep in her shoulder.
The guards who'd been holding Lorit jumped up and ran to the queen, their prisoner forgotten. Mayst screamed in pain, her hand grasping for the knife, trying to remove it, but it was in too deep and it stuck fast.
Chihon felt the shielding on the palace weaken as the queen struggled with the knife. She knew she didn't have enough magic to transport them far, but with the reserves she'd stored up to attack the queen, she should be able to get them out of the palace.
She dropped to the floor and grabbed Lorit's arm. "Let's get out of here before she regains her powers. It won't be long, and I don't think she'll let me do that more than once."
She grasped Lorit's power and combined it with her own. She added it to what she'd borrowed from the pools. She focused her imagination on the meadow outside of the palace that she'd seen from her window and pulled with all her might.
Chapter 25
They appeared in the middle of the meadow as Chihon had seen it, except it was no longer empty. They had materialized just inside a campfire circle surrounded by knights in armor. Behind the knights stood a large ornate tent, almost a pavilion. It was flanked by the flag of Veldwaite.
"How did we get here?" Lorit asked, looking around them.
"This was the empty meadow I was trying for, only it's not so empty now. I knew I couldn't take us closer to Amedon, and I didn't want to take us backward, so I brought us just outside the castle."
One of the knights noticed them and drew his sword. "Identify yourself and be quick about it."
Lorit raised his hands and gathered his pow
er about him, ready to defend himself, should it come to that. "I am Lorit and this is Chihon. We have just escaped from the queen's court in Rohir."
The knight looked them over. "Wizards?" He sheathed his sword. "Come with me. The queen will want to know of you. She told us to be watchful for a wizard."
The guard escorted them to the pavilion and motioned Lorit inside. The pavilion was sparsely decorated with the artifacts of war. Maps and drawings of the surrounding countryside were hung around the tent and spread across the makeshift table. Gathered around the table were several knights bent over the maps, debating strategy.
One of the knights broke away and turned to Lorit. "Ah, Lorit. So good to see you. We were told to expect you at some point."
Lorit just stared. How did he know who Lorit was and why was Lorit expected?
The knight removed his helmet. It was Sir Adane. "It's good to see you again, too, Sir Adane," Lorit said.
Sir Adane looked him over. "I do believe you've aged a bit since last I saw you. You are starting to look like a proper wizard. All you need is your staff."
"My Staff!" Lorit stopped short, realizing that he had absorbed a lot of power from the pools, and there was no reason to continue without his staff. "I lost my staff in the mountains. I was too weak to do anything about it, but I can now."
He reached out his hand and focused his power, searching for the staff. He could feel it buried beneath the dirt and debris high up in the mountains, where he'd been injured. He curled his fingers and silently recited a spell that would retrieve it. With a satisfying thump, the staff landed in his hand.
"That's better." Lorit hefted the staff to get a feel for it. He was much more confident now that he had it back.
"That suits you," Sir Adane said.
He stepped aside to reveal Queen Ukina.
"Princess Ukina," Lorit said.
"It's Queen Ukina now." She straightened her habitually bad posture.
Lorit looked her over. There was a very slight tinge of magic to her, but the spell he had been unable to break was gone. "I can see you are free of that last nagging spell."
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