The last time she had been here was long before she had even dreamed of escape from her father's power. And then it had taken a year of planning before she dared to try.
How bitter it had been to learn that the attempt had been watched and planned by Falconsbane all along...That thought plays into his hands again. No, Nyara; once you were free of him, you did things he had never anticipated you would. You won free of him. You turned his own plan against him. Surely it is he who tastes bitterness now.
She put that old disappointment behind her, throttled her fear again, and concentrated completely on setting each foot down carefully, noiselessly.
At the moment, this was the only thing in the universe that was important. What was past could not be changed; the future lay beyond this passageway. This was all that she controlled, this moment of now, and she must control it completely...So far, Need had detected no alarms or traps in this passageway itself.
Perhaps her father did not feel he needed any. Perhaps he trusted in the narrowness of the passage to keep anything of real danger out of it.
Certainly it was much too small to permit the movement of an armed man.
But not too small for one small, slender female, armed with only the sword that she kept out and pointed into the darkness before her.
Thirty steps from here was her goal; her father's study. One of his workrooms; it lay in a suite in the heart of his stronghold, the heart of his power. There was an entrance into this passage from that room; behind a tapestry at the farther end, through the back of a wooden wardrobe that Falconsbane kept some of his special garments in. He knew all about it, of course, for he had built it-but because he knew about it, she did not think he ever thought about it anymore. The passage and the entrance had been there since before she was born, and no one that he knew of had ever used it but him in all that time. If she was very lucky, he might assume that since no one ever had, no one ever would.
Twenty steps more.
"He's ahead up there," Need cautioned. "In the suite. No one but him, and he's busy." Ten steps.
She had never prayed before: Don't worry about that, kitten. I'm praying enough for both of u I'm an expert at it." Five...Elspeth sensed something change, like the sharpness in the air before lightning strikes. Alarm shrilled along her nerves, and every hair on her body stood on end. A bitter, metallic taste filled her throat. Gwena snorted and froze where she stood, sensing it as well-Darkwind and Brytha beside them did the same at the same moment. They were no longer being watched ...They were being targeted!
No use to run now-they couldn't escape what was coming.
"Shields!" Darkwind cried. He stuck out his hand, blindly, as they had planned if it came to this; she linked to Gwena and caught his hand, and with it, his link. He was better at shielding; she flung her power to him, taking whatever Gwena could pour into her.
She sensed the blow coming and cringed over Gwena's neck; he met the blow with one of his own-a defense of offense, something she hadn't even thought of.
The two bolts of power met over their heads in a silent explosion of power and a shower of very physical sparks that landed in the snow all around him, sizzling and melting the drifts wherever they landed. He took the moment to weave a hasty shield about them both, but it had none of the layering or complexity he needed.
The next bolt came, splashing and burning against the shield, scorching it half away and blinding her. Physically, as well as in Mage-Sight.
A thunderclap of sound deafened her in the next instant. They hadn't had enough time-they hadn't known Falconsbane could strike like this.
Where did he get all that power? Falconsbane should have been wounded, should have been at less power than he'd had before, not more.
Unless he was already tapping into the proto-Gate?
Or unless he had ruthlessly sacrificed many of his underlings, building a network of death-energies stronger than anything they had. Or unless he'd found an ally somewhere... ?
Darkwind couldn't shield all of them; the group was just too big. He reinforced where the shield had burned away, and this time she aided him, weaving light and snow-glare into a dazzle, trying to recreate the kind of shielding they had learned to make in the safety of the Vale.
But Falconsbane was keeping them both off-balance, destroying the rhythm of their dance of power with sheer, brute force. He controlled the situation now; it was his land they walked on, and the land held energy away from them. She whimpered in sudden pain as a lick of flame burned through and across her hand, the hand that held Darkwind'sbut she would not let go, not even if she died in the next moment.
Instead, she kneed Gwena closer to Brytha, until their legs were halfcrushed between the two mounts to make the physical gap between them smaller. She closed her eyes and sheltered against Darkwind's back, sweat of fear and exertion running down her back under her coat, feeling him tremble with strain.
Falconsbane did not let up, not even for a heartbeat. Blow after blow rained down on them, driving all sense from her, until the last of the shields eroded, and they clung together, waiting for the strike that would take them both.
Together, at least-she thought faintly.
The blow never came; they opened their eyes, fearing something worse.
Then a scream from above made them jump, and look up.
Like two golden streaks of light, the two gryphons plummeted down from above. They crashed through the thin lace of branches, ending their dive barely above the ground, and pulling up with wingbeats that sent the snow spraying in all directions. Both screamed again, an unmistakable note of taunting in their voices, as they plunged upward through the tree canopy.
"Run!" Darkwind found his voice. "Run! They've made targets out of themselves. If we give him too many to choose from, we may all get away!" Brytha broke from his paralysis and hurled himself down their backtrail.
Gwena followed a moment later, but not directly behind, making herself and Elspeth into yet another target to track on. Above the interlace of bare branches, Hydona and Treyvan had separated as well, skydancing as if they were courting-but far enough apart that Falconsbane would have to make a choice of victims.
Four targets...When the two young fools rode along the edge of his territory, at first Falconsbane could not believe the testimony of his own senses. It must be an illusion, he thought at first. It is meant to distract me. But the closer the pair came, the clearer they were, despite the best attempts of whatever it was-that was trying to cloud his scrying. Between midnight and dawn, he knew that the pair were something more than they seemed.
By false dawn he knew that one of them was the young Outland woman he had wanted so badly to take for his own. By true dawn, he knew that the other was the fool called Darkwind, and that the girl still carried her artifact.
By then, he could not withstand the temptation to attack any longer.
He had not lived this long by neglecting an opportunity when it was given to him. And he would not botch this chance by holding back, or making testing feints.
He gathered all of his power together, prepared his weaponry, and attacked.
Darkwind would die; then the girl and the sword would be his.
There was no point in being prudent or cautious now! Not with this prize in his grasp! He rained blow after blow upon them, heedless of the expenditure of power, heedless of anything about him. Elation held him like a powerful drug, making him laugh aloud with every shred of shielding burned away, giving him an elation he had not felt in decades. He held his arms high and power crackled between his hands, power from his network made of the death-energies of his mages. He was draining that network, but it did not matter, for in moments he would have her, and the Bird-Fool's power as well, and there would be nothing standing in the way of his revenge and his glory.
And then, just before he was to strike the blow that would take them both- Gryphons!
The sight of them in his scrying bowl struck like a physical blow, driving the breath from him
.
They dove down out of nowhere, interposing themselves between him and his quarry; taunting him, flaunting themselves at him, flying as if they thought agility alone would protect them.
Gryphons!
He snarled with overwhelming rage. How dared they step between him and his prey?
Anger and hatred filled him, granted him a strength far beyond anything he normally possessed. They thought to confuse him, did they?
They thought he could only strike one of them at a time.
They would learn differently-in the few heartbeats it took for all of them to die!
He gathered his powers-readied the blast to destroy that entire section of his borderlands Nyara took three deep breaths; focused herself.
There is no future. There is no past. There is only now, and the target.
There is no fear. There is only balance. There is only myself and the task.
She slipped through the false wall in the back of the wardrobe and slid soundlessly into the room. Her eyes focused quickly as she swept them from left to right, once, to orient herself.
There. The target. Yes!
She took two steps, raising Need high over her head to give additional momentum to her swing-And brought the mage-blade down squarely on the huge crystal-cluster that Mornelithe Falconsbane had invested and anchored with all of his power-a crystal that cried out to her of death and pain, and even now was glowing with internal fires of red and angry yellow as he drew upon itdrew upon it to destroy her friends.
NO!
Sword crashed down upon crystal-and crystal exploded.
Falconsbane brought his hands up, rage a hot taste of blood in his throat.
Then-What-A fractional instant of something wrong; no more than that. an instant of disorientationsearing pain-pain, engulfing every nerve, every fiberout of the pain, the void, rushing upon him like the open mouth of a giant to devour himand then, oblivion.
Elspeth picked herself up out of the huge drift of snow she had landed in, slowly. One moment they had been running for their lives, and the next-Gwena!
She scrambled to her feet, flailing in the deep snow, trying to get herself turned around.
"It's-all right. I'm fine. Mostly." Elspeth stopped trying to flail her way out of the snow and relaxed.
Thank the gods. Oh, thank the gods. Although Gwena's mind-voice sounded-odd. As if: I feel as if I have a hangover," the Companion replied. "I-think I may be sick." The overtones of nausea that came with the thoughts almost pushed Elspeth into sickness herself.
She got herself back to her feet and turned around, her head pounding, her stomach heaving along with Gwena's. The Companion was on her knees in another snowdrift, sides heaving as her breath hissed between clenched teeth.
"I will-never again-mock you-when you are-wine-sick," Gwena managed, closing her eyes as if the sun hurt her.
Elspeth staggered to her side. "Eat some snow," she urged, holding a handful up to Gwena's muzzle. "Do it; I think this might be reactionsickness, and eating snow will help."
"If you-think so-: Gwena opened her jaws gingerly and accepted a bite of snow, swallowing it quickly. The nausea subsided, and she took another bite "That helps. Thank you."
"It's not going to help the headache though," Elspeth warned, squinting against the pain in her own head. We're all alive, I think-A shadow loomed beside her; Darkwind, leaning on Brytha. He smiled wanly, and the joy that flooded her almost made her forget her pounding head. She would have jumped up, if she could; as it was, he simply let go of Brytha's shoulder and fell into her arms.
"What happened?" she asked, holding him, being held, and ignoring the chill of the snow penetrating her clothing.
"I think he must have had something ready to hit us with when Nyara destroyed his focus," Darkwind replied unsteadily. "Most of it aborted, but there was enough left to knock us all head-over-hind. I hope Treyvan and Hydona-"
"Were out of range, thank you." The hearty mind-voice made her wince, and snow blew up in all directions as the gryphon backwinged to a landing." Arrre you unwell, childrrren?" he continued, folding his wings and cocking his head to one side. Vree landed beside him, imitating his pose in a way that would have been funny if Elspeth's head had not hurt so much.
And not only her head. It felt rather as if someone had been beating her with blunt clubs all over her body.
"I sssee," the gryphon said, although none of them had replied. "Wait a moment." He walked over to a little sheltered area amid a cluster of bushes.
Within a few moments, he had the earth scraped bare and overlaid with pine boughs. "Herrre. I have made you a nessst," he said, turning back to them. "Go and wait therrre, all of you. I ssshall brrring back sssome help. Meanwhile, eat ssssnow." With that, he launched himself into the air again, vanishing into the bright sky in a few wingbeats.
"Well?" Elspeth said to Darkwind. He shrugged.
"I can't go any further," he replied. "And Brytha's not feeling much better than Gwena. Let's let someone else take charge for a change."
"Good idea," she replied, and the four of them collapsed together into the "nest" that Treyvan had made, to share the heat of their bodies and await their rescuers.
Nyara prowled the complex of three rooms, study, library, and workroom, and found only the destruction of a whirlwind in the workroom; Need went quiet for a moment.
"He was here. Kitten, this was mad; he meant to anchor the proto-Gate partially in himself. He's gone now-pulled right into the void, along with half of the stuff in this room."
"Can he return?" she whispered.
"Don't know. But if he does, he won't be the same." She shivered and started back to the hidden passageway. The sound of people murmuring on the other side of the door made her hurry her steps. They might welcome her as savior-but more likely, they'd welcome her with the points of blades. Mornelithe's servants were steeped in suspicion and fear. Time to go.
You did great, kitten. I was impressed."
The Vale had never looked better, and Elspeth felt as if she would like to drink tea and stay in bed for a week. The tea she got, but she wasn't allowed to seek her bed yet. There were a number of people waiting for all of them, chiefest of whom was Firesong.
Firesong actually looked chagrined. Elspeth had never seen that particular expression on his face before and had not ever thought that she would.
"I have some strange news," he said, as she sipped the tea that was slowly dulling her headache to a bearable level. She looked at Darkwind, who only shrugged and accepted another mug from the Healing Adept.
"I'm beginning to think that's the only kind of news we ever have around here," she said dryly, pulling her blanket a little closer.
Firesong sat back on his heels, and shrugged. "This is-news that will probably not please most of k'sheyna," he opined. "It is concerning the proto-Gate. It did not settle where I intended. It was pulled away-very strongly."
"Not Falconsba-" Elspeth exclaimed, alarmed, when he interrupted her with a shake of his head.
"Nay. But it also did not go to the new k'sheyna Heartstone." He sighed, and shook his head. "I am at a loss to explain this. It has gone east and north. Far east and north." He looked up at her from under long white eyelashes. "To your land, to be precise." She blinked, feeling suddenly very stupid. Was there something here she was missing? "Valdemar?" she replied. "But-why? How?"
"Better to ask, who," Firesong replied, standing up again. "There was a force came out of the north, at the moment of backlash. It used the force of backlash to snatch the power-point out of our hands, and when all was done, it had settled nicely as a Heartstone in the center of your crown city. Or so I surmise, since I cannot imagine any other place with so many of your Companions in one small area." One corner of his mouth crooked in a slight smile as he nodded at Gwena. "I do suspect that all of them are suffering as much as your-friend-is. The settling of that much power is not an easy thing."
"North?" Elspeth managed, trying not to look too stupid. "Nor
th?"
"North?" Darkwind shook his head. "What in the name of the gods is north of Valdemar's lands that could do that?"
"Nothing-" Elspeth began, then stopped.
"What?" both of them snapped at once.
"The Forest of Sorrows," she said hesitantly. "The Forest-has always had a reputation for strangeness. Since Vanyel died there, anyway. ~ At the name of "Vanyel," Firesong's eyes narrowed, and he nodded thoughtfully. "You are ready now," he said directly to her. "The rest of your training is largely a matter of practice and learning what will work for you. I think you both should go to this Forest."
"Go?" Darkwind said faintly. Elspeth took a glance at him out of the corner of her eye; he was pale, and looked as if someone had just struck him.
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