Finally, the sound they had been waiting for echoed beneath the trees; the muffled thud of hooves pounding through snow. From the cadence, Elspeth knew that he had urged his mount into a gallop. Not that dyheli had any objection to galloping, but he could not possibly have kept up that pace all the way here. Only a Companion had the stamina to gallop for hours at a time.
Either he's impatient for the end of the trip, or he wants to make an impressive entrance, she thought with amusement.
And then the object of their anticipation came pounding in, sprays of snow flying all about him, and a magnificent, snow-white firebird skimmed just beneath the branches precisely over his head, its tail streaming behind it as the Adept's long hair streamed behind him.
The firebird was the biggest one she had ever seen-and never had she ever heard of anyone using one for a bondbird. It threw off the little false-sparks of golden light as it flew, glittering, a creature of myth or tales.
From the murmurs of surprise, she surmised that no one among the Hawkbrothers had ever seen a firebird bondbird before, either.
It was at least as large as Darkwind's forest-gyre. It seemed to be larger, because of the length of its magnificent tail. The head, with its huge, ice-blue eyes, was just as large as any bondbird's head, which meant it could be as intelligent as the rest.
But the firebirds were seed and fruit eaters. Not carnivores or hunters ..."Well, why not? He's a mage. He doesn't need a combative bird to help him, the way the scouts do.
The Adept pulled up before the entrance to the Vale in a shower of snow and a flurry of hooves, like some kind of young god of winter, or an ice-storm personified. Even his mount gave Elspeth pause for a moment, until she saw the curving horns over the two ice-blue eyes, for he rode a dyheli bleached to snowy white just as the bondbirds were.
He posed for a moment, and she realized that he was doing it deliberately.
Not that she blamed him. She smiled, but kept it to herself.
Oh, what a vain creature he is! And how he basks in the admiration he's getting. Rightfully.
They had expected a venerable wise man; another Iceshadow with more presence, perhaps. What they had gotten was something else entirely.
He swept his arm out and the firebird drifted down to rest on his snow-white leather gauntlet, alighting as silently as one of its own feathers would fall. Only then was it clear that the firebird was fully as large as any of the greater hawks, and approached the size of the hawk-eagle.
Its tail trailed down gracefully to within a hand's breadth of the snow, and it, too, posed, as if perfectly well aware of its unearthly beauty.
He was dressed all in white; white furs and leathers, long white hair with white feathers in a braid to one side, white coat draped over the rump of his white dyheli. Three sets of ice-blue eyes looked over the assembled Clansfolk dispassionately; the eyes of the dyheli and the firebird held only curiosity, but the eyes of the Adept held more than a touch of a self-confidence that was surely forgivable-both for his Adept status (and indeed, he could never have achieved that complete bleaching of hair and eyes and bird if he had not been controlling node-magic since he could toddle) and for his absolute physical perfection.
Never in all her life had Elspeth seen anyone so beautiful. That was the only word for him. He was beautiful in a way that transcended sexuality and yet was bound up with it.
So some arrogance and self-assurance could certainly be forgiven, even if he was no older than Darkwind.
Gwena was staring at him intently, much more intently than Elspeth expected.
"What's wrong?" she asked the Companion quietly. "Is there anything wrong?"
"Nothing wrong, exactly," she said slowly. "No, that's not true. there's nothing wrong at all. But it almost seems like I've seen him before, though I can't imagine how I ever could have. But there certainly is something familiar about him-: "Of course there is, my dear," a deep, masculine mind-voice interrupted.
And the k'treva Adept winked at the Companion, slowly, and unmistakably.
Elspeth was left floundering in surprise-and as for Gwena, clearly, if the Companionys jaw could have dropped in shock, it would have. Gwena stepped backwards.
"Greetings, Clansibs," the Adept called to them all, as calmly as if he had not just utterly flabbergasted Gwena. "I am Firesong k'treva, and I trust I have not made you wait for too long for my arrival." With that, he dismounted, sliding from the back of the dyheli so smoothly that the firebird was not in the least disturbed. There was a pack on his back-also of white leather-which had been hidden until he dismounted. The dyheli paced beside him as he walked forward to the Veil and the Tayledras waiting to greet him, one hand still on the dyheli's shoulder, a half-smile on his handsome face. Iceshadow and the other Elders greeted him first, as was only proper, but when he had done clasping arms with them, he turned immediately to Elspeth and Darkwind.
"And here are those whose message summoned me," he said, tossing his head to send his braid over his shoulder, his lips curved in an enigmatic smile. "I see one Clansib-and two Outlanders. A fascinating combination."
"This is Wingsister Elspeth k'sheyna k'valdemar, and her Companion Gwena k'valdemar," Darkwind said carefully. A little too carefully, Elspeth thought. "I am Darkwind."
"K'Valdemar, hmm?" Firesong repeated, his smile increasing by just a hair. "And a Companion. Zhaihelleva, Wingsibs. The tale of your coming here must be a fascinating one indeed."
"Elspeth is a Herald of Valdemar, if you have heard of such things." Darkwind's voice was carefully neutral. "There is another Herald out on the borders of k'sheyna who was also made Wingsib, one Skif k'sheyna k'valdemar-but it is pressing business that keeps him there, and at any rate, he is no mage." Which you, bright falcon, most certainly are." Firesong's handclasp was warm and firm as he took Elspeth's hand in greeting. "And as it happens I have heard of Heralds before. It is something of a k'treva legend, the visits of Heralds. But then, k'treva has always been consideredhmm-unconventional." He glanced aside at Iceshadow, who coughed politely.
"But here I am keeping you out in the snow and cold, when we could be in the welcoming warmth of the Vale!" he exclaimed, turning swiftly in a graceful swirl of snowy hair, feathers, and clothing. "Come, Clansibs!
Let us continue these greetings in comfort."
Darkwind struggled against annoyance. This Firesong-this young Firesong-displayed a body-language that flaunted his arrogance. And a confidence that implied a competence fully as great as the arrogance.
Well, the firebird resting on his shoulder said something of his competence.
It had been generations since one of the Tayledras had thought to breed up a new species of bondbird-and to do so from firebird stock was doubly amazing. Firebirds were shy, highly territorial, easily startled-none of those being traits that augured well for their potential as bondbirds. Yet here he was, this Firesong, bearing a snow-white firebird that sat his shoulder as calmly as ever a forest-gyre sat a scout's.
Small wonder that his Clan described him as an experimenter.
He could be older than he looked; it often took an Adept up to sixty years to show any signs of aging. But Darkwind doubted that. The arrogance that Firesong flaunted was that of youth, not age; Darkwind reckoned that he might even be a year or two younger than he was. just as annoying was Elspeth's obvious fascination with the newcomer.
He is as beautiful as a god, a traitorous whisper said in the back of his mind. How could she not be attracted to him? How could anyone?
He took small comfort in the fact that Firesong chose an ekele near the opposite end of the Vale from Elspeth's. Right beside Starblade's in fact, a little higher in the same tree. But no sooner had the Adept tossed his white pack carelessly up into the open door, sent his white firebird to a perch, and shed his heavy outer garments, than he turned and looked down at Darkwind with that annoying half-smile on his face.
"I should like to see your father Starblade, if I may," he said without preamble. "If you w
ill excuse me." And with that, he ran lightly down the stairs and tapped upon the doorpost of Starblade's ekele as if he were expected.
Perhaps he was, for Kethra beckoned him inside, leaving Darkwind outside. She did not beckon him in, although she clearly saw him standing there.
He felt like a fool, and only felt like less of one because there was no one there to witness his exclusion from what was obviously a private conference.
He gritted his teeth, and went off to find something marginally useful to do, before he did something decidedly the opposite.
"Ho, Darkwind!" The unfamiliar voice hailing him could only be Firesong's. Darkwind stopped, put a pleasant expression on his face with an effort of will, and turned to face the young Adept.
Firesong had changed his costume, from the winter whites he had ridden in wearing, to something more appropriate to the warmth of the Vale. A half-robe and trousers of fine silk-and if Darkwind had not seen it, he would not have believed that it was possible to create a costume that was more flamboyant than that of his arrival.
Firebird gold, white, and flame-blue were the colors, and they matched the blue of his eyes, the silver of his hair, and the gold of his skin to perfection. Someone-hertasi, probably-had taken great pains with his hair. Darkwind felt positively plain beside him.
"Darkwind," Firesong said, cheerfully, as he strode up beside him.
"I have had speech of Starblade and Kethra, of the Elders, and also of the Shin'a'in shaman Tre'valen. What they have told me has confirmed the impression your message gave to me. We can do nothing about the Heartstone for a brace of days; I must study it at close hand." Well, at least he has that much sense.
"I trust I don't need to warn you to be careful about it," Darkwind said.
Firesong nodded, for once, seeming entirely serious. "There is no doubt in my mind that the Stone is treacherous," he stated. "It has behaved in a way that no such Stone in the history of either of our Clans has ever done before. I shall take no chances with it." That much gave Darkwind a feeling of relief. However arrogant this young man was, he was at least no fool.
"There is something else, however," Firesong continued. "Something I think you have probably anticipated. There are only two among the humans of the Vale who are of a power and an ability to aid me in dealing with this Stone. Yourself, and the Outland Wingsister. But you are not yet tested and confirmed as Adepts." Darkwind grimaced, and began walking back toward his ekele, the direction in which he had been going when Firesong hailed him. "That is true. Although we have Adepts among us, there were none who felt strong enough to do so."
"I have seen that, and I think it was wise of them to work within their strength," Firesong replied, keeping pace with him easily. "But that must end now. I shall complete your training, and Els-peth's, and confirm you, for I shall need you at full ability to aid me." He stared ahead, down the trail, as Darkwind glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. "I shall be accomplishing something with your father as well, but it is nothing you need to concern yourself over." No, of course not. He's only my father. Why should I worry about what you are going to do with him?
But Darkwind kept his thoughts and his comments to himself, simply nodding shortly. "When do you want to see us, then? And do you want to work with us singly, or together?"
"oh, together," Firesong replied, carelessly, as if it did not matter to him. "Since I shall need you to work as partners, that is best, I think.
And, tomorrow. But not too early." He yawned, and smiled slyly. "I am weary. And the hertasi have pledged me a massage. It was a cold and fatiguing journey; I believe I shall go and rest from it." And with that, he turned abruptly off on a sidepath, one that would take him back to his own ekele.
And Starblade's.
Of course he already has hertasi, Darkwind thought with irritation. they flock to beauty and power, and he has both in astonishing measure. He probably had a half dozen begging to serve him within moments of his arrival.
If he walked by the swamp village, they would follow him in hordes, for all that they consider that they are independent. Nera would probably lead them.
He turned his steps toward Elspeth's dwelling to give her the news of their new tutor.
And how was she reacting to this arrogant youngster, he wondered.
This powerful, breathtaking youngster...And he was surprised by the stab of jealousy he felt at the memory of the open admiration he had caught in her eyes.
*Chapter seventeen - Mornelithe Falconsbane
Nyara woke to the thunder of great wings above her tower, and the sound of something heavy landing on her roof. She slipped out of bed, hastily snatching up the cloak she had made from the skin of a winterkilled bear.
Before she had a chance to panic, or even to shake herself out of the confusion of interrupted sleep, Need spoke in her mind. "It's the gryphons.
Tell them hello for me," Need said casually, as she stood, blinking, and trying to shake her dreams off.
"The gryphons? She wrapped the cloak around her narrow shoulders and slipped up the steep stone stairs to the rooftop. the gryphons? But-why have they come here?"
"Brrright Grrreectingsss little one!" Treyvan called, as she poked her head cautiously over the edge of the stair opening. "How goesss the lessssoning?" He looked as cheerful-and as friendly-as she had ever seen him. his wings shining in the sunlight, his head and crest up. As if she had never betrayed his little ones, his trust. As if she had never fled his lair with a stolen sword. As if nothing had ever happened between them but friendship.
She tried not to show her surprise, and ventured the rest of the way onto the rooftop. "Well, I think," she said shyly, bobbing a greeting to Hydona, who had landed behind her mate. "Or at least Need says that I do well. She says to tell you hello. How did you find me?"
"Ssstand, and let me look at you," Hydona demanded, turning her head from one side to the other, like a huge bird surveying something that intrigued it. Nyara obeyed, instantly.
"Good," Hydona pronounced. "The taint isss gone, and you arrre looking lesss-ferrral. We knew wherrre you werrre becaussse Need told usss, of courssse."
"Of course," she said faintly.
"Sssomeone had to know," Treyvan admonished with a flick of his tail. "What if you encounterrred sssomething you could not deal with?
What if crrreaturresss of yourrr fatherrr found you? Need judged usss able to defend you, and otherrrwissse likely to leave you in peace."
"Morrre ssso than the Hawkbrrotherrrsss," Hydona said. "But that isss why we arrre herrre. Becaussse of Ssskif and Winterrrmoon." She inadvertently brought her hand to her throat. "Are they near?" She had not thought she would have to deal with Skif so soon..."Verry," Treyvan said shortly. "The trrrail isss hot. You will not brrreak passst Winterrrmoon without him ssstriking yourrr esscape trrrail. The owlsss will find thisss place tonight or tomorrrrow night." Hydona nipped at her mate. "And we mussst leave, if we arrre not to brring dissscovery on herrr soonerrrr." She hesitated a moment. "Nyarrra, we have all forrrgiven you. You did yourrrr bessst. We wisssh you verrry well. And Ssskif would make a fine mate. But I think you know that alrrready." With that, she launched herself from the tower like a sea-eagle, in a dive that ended with a great snap as she opened her wings and turned the dive into a climb. Treyvan only nodded, then turned and did the same.
Within moments, they were far out of sight. Nyara stared after themcomforted, and yet tormented. she descended the stairs to her living quarters slowly, still not certain what to do. Should she wait for him to find her? Should she hide somewhere, so that he found only her empty lair? Should she hide here and pretend that she was not here?
"Go find him, girl," Need replied. "You heard Hydona; now you have a second opinion. A little stronger than mine, really-but then Hydona has a mate of her own. She tends to favor matings."
"But-" Nyara began.
"But nothing. Don't let the opinion of someone who never had a man get in your way." Need actually chuckled. "Look, girl,
I never, ever, put my bearers between a boulder and a rock, making them choose between me and a man. Just because I have always chosen to defend women, that doesn't mean I despise men. Demons take it-that would be as blind as the opposite!
I am not about to go copy the behavior of some woman-hating man! Now go on out there and deal with your feelings. Meet them, instead of waiting for them to trap you."
"I still don't know," Nyara said, feeling as helpless as a kitten in a flood.
"You don't need to know. Get it over with one way or another. If you don't-girl, don't you know that's something your father will use against you?
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