I do not know what all this means. But there will be a little time to try to find meanings later. What is your tale?"
"Simple, compared to yours." Wintermoon took off his coat and slung it over one shoulder. "I had struck signs of Nyara's presence and narrowed the search. I thought that we were within a day, perhaps two, of finding her. But instead, I woke to find her seated quite calmly in the midst of our camp."
"oh, so?" He raised an eyebrow at that.
"The sword advised her to seek us out. Well, to seek Skif out, is closer to the truth. It was he that her eyes were upon, and it was he she wished to speak to, so I woke him. There was much sighing and exchanging of speaking looks." Wintermoon smiled, a smile tinged with sadness. "I would be laughing if there were not so many things now that would make a laugh so greatly out of place. It was quite charming.
A meeting out of a silly ballad, Darkwind, I could almost hear a harp aplaying.
Skif would not thank me for telling you that. Well, I think I can safely say that the two are fairly smitten, absence from each other has only made the bond stronger, and that if I were a betting man, I would bet on them pairing as eagles. A true lovebond." Darkwind considered the two; considered what he and Elspeth had spoken of. "I would not bet against you, but there are many obstacles in their way." Not the least of which is her father-and what he will do to her if he finds her.
"They know that. Which makes it-well-a better pairing, for my thinking. They know what they face, and face it together." Wintermoon gazed at the backs of those in front of him and smiled again. "A good thing, to see some love in the midst of so much pain. But I should continue. Once we had gotten past the sighing and the looking and into the speaking, she would, I think, have spoken of those obstacles. But then came the attack upon the Vale." Wintermoon rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. "We decided to return. She determined to go with us, saying there was much she could tell us to aid against her father.
I was not certain then of the wisdom of this, for she could be a breach in our defenses."
"Not with Need beside her," Darkwind said firmly. "I have spoken to Elspeth of the blade. Although she is not an Adept as we know them, she is very powerful, and has knowledge we do not." Wintermoon nodded. "It did seem to me that Nyara was less feral and more human, but I only saw her once, and I thought I might have misremembered. Perhaps the sword is even able to change her. I knew, danger or no, that she must come here long enough to be given some kind of protection. If you have so powerful an Adept here, perhaps he can weave shieldings for her that will protect her. We cached the packs to make more speed, and returned as quickly as we could."
"When you arrived, was Firesong still at the entrance to the Vale?" Darkwind could not resist asking.
"That he was; quiet as an ice-statue, though he came to life quickly enough when he saw us." Wintermoon raised his eyebrows. '-'And that bird of his. It lit our way in. Is he always such a showman?" Darkwind shrugged. "I cannot see how he could be anything less. I think it is part of his nature. But tell me, what did he make of the Changechild? I have heard that k'treva is less forgiving of such creatures than we."
"If that is a trait of his Clan, he does not share it," Wintermoon said, a hint of speculation in his voice. "He did not even seem particularly startled, although if he viewed us from afar with the eyes of his bondbird, he would have known what she was long before we rode through the Veil."
"And now he speaks with her." Darkwind ran a hand through his hair. "It is not what I would have expected of him."
"Well, he's reserving judgment, boy," said a harsh mind-voice. "He isn't terribly happy about having Falconsbane's daughter in his lap, but he thinks that he has some foolproof ways of telling if she's an enemy plant." A snort of laughter..As if I would leave any of the bastard's hooks in her!" Darkwind belatedly recognized the voice of the sword. "I think you fully capable, warlady," he said carefully. "Let me ask you this; is she ready to face her father?" Alone? Hellfires, no. Not in a century. there's only so much I can do with the raw material. Only so much I can do. I'm no great Adept, just a magesmith: The sword sounded surprisingly-humble? Darkwind found the changes in Need as interesting as the changes in Nyara. "I'll promise you this, though; give that girl proper backing, and she'll defy her father. though she hasn't quite figured it out yet, she's not his frightened slave anymore." That was good news; the first of the day.
"Unless you have something planned-" Wintermoon began. Firesong stopped, turned, and interrupted him.
"I think," the young Adept said, pitching his voice so that they all heard him clearly, "It is time to call a Council."
*Chapter Twenty - Iceshadow
it was a strange conference, held in a clearing below Firesong's borrowed ekele. Firesong's hertasi scrambled to bring food and drink for the participants, some of whom, like Firesong himself, Darkwind, and Elspeth, had not eaten for some time. Food had not seemed particularly important to Darkwind, but of course to the hertasi, it was a source of much disapproval that they had neglected themselves. The lizards hovered all over them, but paid particular attention to Firesong. There were, predictably, twice as many hertasi attending him as anyone else.
The conference was also a small one; Iceshadow, representing the Elders and mages, Darkwind, Firesong, Wintermoon for the scouts, Nyara, the blade Need. Kethra sent her regrets that she could not attend; she would not leave Starblade's bed. Elspeth had been reluctant to join in it, but at Firesong's urging, she too took her place in the circle. Skif presented himself at Nyara's side and would not be moved, and Darkwind urged the Companions to take places beside their Heralds as well.
The conference was interrupted immediately by yet another visitor, reminding them all that there was more at stake than just the Vale.
The kyree bounded into the group and planted himself right next to Nyara without even asking for permission. Darkwind recognized Rris immediately, by the jaunty tilt of his head and his alert eyes and ears.
Firesong was somewhat taken aback by the kyree's brashness, and Darkwind was so amused to see his reaction that he insisted that Rris be allowed to speak.
"I am sent from Treyvan and Hydona," the kyree said, holding his head up and refusing to be intimidated by Firesong's measuring glances.
"those are the gryphons, young cub," he said then, with a kindly, patronizing tone to his mind-voice, turning to give Firesong a measuring glance of his own. "They are the allies of this Vale, and they wish to know what has happened. Beyond the obvious, that is-the action of Mornelithe Falconsbane and the death of the shaman." Darkwind hid his smile behind a cough. He himself had taken the time to send a message to the gryphons, but Rris had obviously been coached. And he had a shrewd idea by whom.
"They wish to know what you intend to do." Rris continued blithely.
"They have taken steps; they have fortified their lair, which lies near to the node in the ruins. They have shielded that node, so that no one may use it but themselves. And they have found the old, buried Gate and have shielded it, so that Falconsbane may not use it to return. But they must know what their allies intend as well. And they wish the council to know that, with the sword Need, they vouch for the Changechild Nyara; that they feel she is trustworthy, for they have been aware of her movements and actions since she left their lair." He lay down then, obviously very pleased with himself. Darkwind knew why; he had delivered Treyvan's message word for word with the proper tone, and no one had interrupted him. Darkwind hoped that Firesong was reading that pleasure as a taste of Rris' own self-conceit.
Young cub. I thought he was going to lose those eyebrows up into his hair.
But there was at least one surprise in all of that for him, as well; the gryphons had known where Nyara was and what she was doing. And they vouched for her.
Firesong might have lost the initial control of the council, but he regained it as soon as he stood up to speak.
"I have been lacking in forethought," he said, quietly. "I have not thought that
Mornelithe Falconsbane could still be a danger, if he even lived. That was an error, and one that has cost a precious life. Perhaps two; I do not know if the one called Dawnfire also perished with Tre'valen. I think it is time that we deal with both our problems in a coordinated fashion. Our first problem is the Heartstone, for until we remove it as a threat, Falconsbane can use it against us, as he nearly did earlier. Then we must deal with Falconsbane himself." He looked around the circle, and got nods of agreement from everyone." To that end let each of us say what he knows, both of what happened this day, and what in the past may have been involved. Never mind that it has all been said before; there are going to be some of us that have not heard all the tale from all the participants."
He began, with his perception of the attack. The various stories took some time to complete, but in the end, even Darkwind was satisfied.
Some of the pieces were beginning to make a whole.
"Now that we have built the proper picture, I see two different needs that must be addressed at the same time." Firesong shifted restlessly from foot to foot. "I know what must be done with the Stone, and those of you who are to help me should hear of this now, so that there is no more mystery. But what we are to do about Falconsbane, I do not know.
I think that I would be of little aid there, for I am not well-versed in combative magics. I am not versed in combat, to speak of, at all, but I am not certain that direct combat, with magic or not, is the proper way to deal with him." Darkwind must have looked a little surprised at Firesong's confession that there was something he did not know, for he caught the Adept's sardonic glance in his direction.
"So this is my suggestion. That we have two councils. I shall have Elspeth and Darkwind, the gryphons' representative-" he bowed ironically to Rris, who only bowed gravely back at him. "-and the Companion Gwena. If Iceshadow and Wintermoon would care to lead the other, I think that Nyara may know some ways of countering her father.
She will certainly know more of his ways and his stronghold than any of the rest of us. And surely the sword Need knows combat by magic and blade far, far better than I."
"Thank you, youngster," came Need's dry response, broadcast clearly to all. "I do have a little experience there." Firesong's eyebrows flew up into his hair again, but he did not comment.
Wisely, Darkwind thought. One did not pick quarrels with edged wit or edged weapons. "When we have all reached some sort of conclusion, we will meet again as one, this time with the full k'sheyna Council.
Will that suit you all?"
"It suits me very well," Iceshadow said cautiously. Wintermoon and Skif nodded. "Well, then, let us withdraw to my ekele, and leave this place to the others." Firesong made some show of finding a place to sit while the others followed Iceshadow down one of the paths. Only when they were completely out of earshot, did the young Adept sigh, and look from Darkwind to Elspeth and back.
"Here is what I intend," he said, quietly. "Attend, sir kyree; you must carry this back to the gryphons as soon as I have done, for this is dangerous working that I propose, and I want-no, I need-them to participate." Rris nodded, and pricked his ears forward eagerly.
Firesong took a deep breath.
"I intend to shatter the Heartstone.
At Darkwind's instinctive move of protest, he shook his head. "No, not as Falconsbane sought to-and not releasing the energy wildly. Faceting a precious stone is not the same as striking it with a mallet. No, I intend to do this under complete control. First, I wish to prepare the Stone as if it were to become a Gate. Call it a proto-Gate. I shall work only with the energy tied to the Stone, but never the Stone itself. That will anchor all of the energy but not in a physical anchor." Darkwind nodded slowly. This made sense, but it was not something he would ever have considered. Everyone knew that creating a Gate anchored energy, but no one would have ever considered making a Stone into a Gate. It would entail circling the powers about the Stone from without; he did not even want to consider what would happen to someone who actually used such a Gate.
"K'Sheyna has prepared a new Stone in the new Vale-yes?" At Darkwind's nod, he continued. "Once this stone is shattered, the protogate will be drawn to the point of greatest attraction and to the point that is nearest in type to the old Stone. It will seek, we shall push it gently in the proper direction. That should be the new Stone, for both were created by the same mages. It will carry the remaining ley-lines with it. We can guide its movement from here."
"That's not going to happen quickly," Darkwind put in.
"No. It will take several Adepts in relays to move it, and they will be working for several days to do so. But this should work." Firesong looked to Rris. "The shielding will be undertaken in pairs; like the shielding when a Heartstone is moved, but with double the mages. The pairs will be male-female, to enforce the balancing. I wish the gryphons to be in the West, if they would. Can you tell them that, as well as all else you have heard tonight? Can you remember?
"Surely," the kyree replied, with a lift of his head that signified slightly offended pride. "I know every kyree history-song, every tale the Tayledras have shared with my clan, and all of the four-hundred and twenty-three tales of my famous cousin Warrl. Carrying what I have heard to Treyvan and Hydona is no great task at all."
Darkwind felt his lips twitching.
"With your permission, I shall go to them," Rris finished. At Firesong's nod, he was off. leaping across the circle and into the underbrush, presumably on his way back to the ruins.
Gwena chose that moment to absent herself, leaving only Firesong, Darkwind, and Elspeth. Darkwind was about to take himself off as well, when Firesong put out a restraining hand.
"There is trouble between us, Darkwind," he said levelly. "That trouble has not been purged. There is trouble between you and the Wingsister, for you have not truly dealt with it. And there is trouble between Elspeth and myself, for there are some assumptions that she has made that I have not corrected." Darkwind's stomach knotted with sudden tension. He would have liked to make an escape, but he did not dare.
"These must be dealt with, all, before we enter the circle together," Firesong said but instead of turning first to Darkwind, he faced Elspeth.
"You have not been honest with Darkwind," he said levelly.
"I-" She started to protest, but the protests died on her lips under his stern gaze.
"You have not told him your true feelings concerning me," the Adept continued. "He has sensed it, but you have avoided dealing with your own feelings, and with him. You have not told him the truth."
"I-suppose not. I am very attracted to Darkwind. Very. But-you-" She shrugged helplessly. "I can't help it, and it isn't just because you're so infernally beautiful. Firesong-" She blushed furiously, and hung her head. "I've never wanted anyone-physically-quite so much." Darkwind felt his jealousy rising to eat him alive. Had she been fantasizing that her lover was Firesong every time that the two of them had... ?
"Well." Firesong nodded coolly, not in the least perturbed-or impressed." You are not the first female to attempt to fling herself at me.
Let me tell you that you are a good student, Elspeth, and worthy of the praise that I have given you. But you must know this; I am not as you think." She shook her head, obviously not understanding. For that matter, Darkwind couldn't imagine what Firesong was getting at.
"I am," he said delicately, "the true descendant of your Herald Vanyel, on both sides of my family. It is from his blood that I have my power." Then, before Elspeth could register that surprise, he continued.
"I inherited more than his power." She shook her head; clearly she did not understand what he was trying to tell her.
He arched an eyebrow in Darkwind's direction. "Perhaps I should be a little more explicit. Elspeth, while I am sure you are a very attractive woman to some, it is Darkwind's hair that I would choose to braid feathers into if I could." He licked his lips. "In point of fact, I have been wishing that since I first laid eyes upon him. Had he not put his own feelings t
oward you out where anyone could see them, I should already have done so." And Firesong actually blushed.
Elspeth had thought she had come to the end of the surprises that living with the Hawkbrothers brought, but this last series had caught her flatfooted.
First, of course-that the famous Vanyel had left any offspring. There was no record of that in any of the Chronicles, and no hint of it in any of the songs and ballads. Then came the revelation that Firesong was the descendant of that child-or children. There was no reason to doubt him; he had never lied before, and why lie about something so stupid, something that couldn't be proved or disproved here? Firesong already had plenty of status-and presumably fame-on his own; he surely didn't need to boast of a bloodline like some fading, failed highborn.
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