Gathering Storm (The Salvation of Tempestria Book 2)

by Gary Stringer

  Mandalee considered that for a moment before replying, “Well, that’s a relief.”

  Daelen was incredulous. “How is that a relief?”

  “Her ridiculous radical plans have a way of always working out in the end,” she explained, “but if she starts trying to use serious ones, that’s when I worry.”

  “I’m always serious about what I do,” Cat disputed. “Just not necessarily the way I do it.”

  *****

  My mother’s plan, gentle reader, went like this: Daelen had considerable resources to his name, with an entire ship and crew at his beck and call. He could easily afford to charter a second one. A small, nondescript one. One that wouldn’t be noticed. He gave Mandalee the money to do the transaction entirely in her name. That way there was nothing to connect it to him.

  Meanwhile, Daelen and Cat found a dark, secluded alleyway in which to change. Daelen dropped his disguise and Cat became a rat. She’d never shapeshifted into something that small before, and it hurt like hell, but as ever, she did not let that stop her. As for Pyrah, she’d just have to put up with being in a pocket dimension for a short while. Daelen picked up the rat and put her safely in his pocket. Then he put on a show, appearing over the docks with his usual accompanying storm, making sure there were plenty of witnesses.

  He flew down from the sky to land on the StormChaser, where he was greeted by the captain, whom he immediately ordered below decks for a private word. He retrieved the rat from his pocket, and she swiftly changed back to her natural form. If the captain was surprised, he didn’t show it. Daelen told him that Catriona’s presence must remain a secret and he needed to split his team, running StormChaser with a skeleton crew.

  When Catriona quipped that she’d heard there was a ship out there, somewhere, run by a crew of actual skeletons, the captain simply agreed that he’d seen it. She was never sure whether he was joking or not.

  The rest of his crew would handle the other vessel: the Dolphin. This part of the ocean was often home to a pod of the creatures. The assassin had chosen it both because it fitted the bill of having virtually no distinguishing features, and because it was a simple name to transmit sympathically.

  The crew transferred in ones and twos, taking different routes, so as not to appear suspicious. Everything was designed to minimise any chance of a connection between the two ships. Once ready, the StormChaser set sail for Daelen’s secret island, which he called StormClaw. A few minutes later, after two or three other ships had departed, the Dolphin got underway on a very different heading, as if they were going to Esca, which they were…just not right away.

  Far away from the harbour, the Dolphin slowly, gradually changed its heading. It wasn’t a direct course for StormClaw, but rather it looked like it was merely a pleasure cruise that happened to be going in that general direction. Happened all the time. In fact, Mandalee and the crew even waved to the people on another ship, passing the other way, on a genuine pleasure cruise. Still absolutely nothing to connect the Dolphin and StormChaser in any way.

  If all went to plan, the StormChaser would make landfall at StormClaw, and pick up supplies, while Daelen used his self-copy ability to make it look like he was still aboard the ship. In reality, he would sneak ashore. Catriona wouldn’t be in his pocket when he did that – he wasn’t sure if it would be safe. It wasn’t a problem. Who would notice a single rat deserting a not-at-all-sinking ship? Maintaining his copy at extreme long range would be taxing, Daelen admitted. He could do it but, he warned, he might be a little distracted. He would maintain it until StormChaser reached the shore.

  After a while, the ship would set sail once more, heading for Northern Alloria, apparently with Daelen still on board. Hopefully, any prying eyes would watch the StormChaser and pay no attention to the Dolphin as it casually, obliquely drifted close to StormClaw. Daelen was strong enough to swim to the Dolphin, while Cat would take the aerial route as a seagull – one of many such birds that would be flying around.

  The Dolphin would quietly pick up its passengers – Catriona Redfletching and her ‘wizard lover’ – and set sail for Esca and Calin’s Tower. After their visit there, they would return to StormClaw: A bird in the air, a swimming ‘wizard’ and a Cleric of Nature hitching a ride with an actual dolphin.

  They would stay there for a while, as Daelen planned, and then head on to their rendezvous across the ocean, slipping in quietly on a simple pleasure boat that nobody would even notice, let alone remember.

  That was the plan.

  Still, you know what they say about the plans of mice and men, don’t you, gentle reader? Technically, this was a plan of rat and woman, but the point still stands. What really happened was this…

  *****

  Cat couldn’t find her sea legs, but she didn’t have to worry about seasickness – her druid magic could suppress that without too much effort. That was fortunate because, in case of prying eyes, she and Pyrah would have to stay below decks for the duration of the voyage. Just over a week in one small cabin adjoining Daelen’s. Still, the ship and the waves seemed to be conspiring to send her hurtling into Daelen’s arms at embarrassingly regular intervals.

  After the middle of the first day, she barely moved around at all unless she was practising her new leopard form. When she first did it, Daelen surprised her with a shape-changing ability of his own that she hadn’t known about. The only animal he could do was a tiger, which she supposed explained why he was called Daelen StormTiger. Truthfully, it wasn’t a particularly good tiger, but Cat saw no reason to risk hurting his feelings by saying so. Besides, her leopard form was hardly up to standard at the moment, and she wouldn’t dare use it in front of Shyleen for fear of offending her.

  The rest of the time she spent studying. She still had reference books in her pocket dimension, but she confined the study of her staff to the theoretical. She didn’t want to risk Daelen getting his hands on it again.

  Her upcoming visit to Calin’s Tower was on her mind, too. It was somewhere she’d wanted to go since she was very young, but she’d never had the resources to travel beyond the shores of the continent of Elvaria before. Now she had the chance, she knew she couldn’t stay long. To maximise this opportunity, Catriona wanted to make sure she was clear about what she was looking for, and what she was willing to give. Calin was Faery and offered knowledge according to the traditions of her people – something precious given freely. Cat didn’t often get the chance to interact with people from her father’s side of her nature. (Apart from the obvious, and she was hardly a traditional Faery.) She did value her Faery heritage, though, and was eager to show that when she met Calin. Therefore, she felt compelled to freely give knowledge that was precious to her.

  Trouble was, there were so many things she could not share. Nothing she had learned about Daelen and nothing relating to her staff, that was for sure. The principles of her druid magic, however, she was more than happy to share, in the hope that other druids might come to push the boundaries of the art as she had. Then maybe they would start to gain more equal status with the Council. Eventually, perhaps there could be schools of druid magic, just as there were for wizards and clerics.

  *****

  One morning, Cat woke with a start and sat up in bed, due to a sudden flurry of noise and activity in her room. That night was to be their last aboard ship and, since there was absolutely nothing to do, they ended up talking for hours about this and that into the small hours of the morning. At some point, she supposed she must have fallen asleep. From Pyrah, she learned that Daelen had put her into bed and pulled a cover over her. Then he sat down in a bedside chair, saying he’d go to his own cabin in a minute or two, except he’d fallen asleep in the chair.

  That had been the situation until the captain came banging on the cabin door, saying he needed help, urgently.

  Daelen had woken instantly and told the captain to come in.

  “Yes, Captain, what is it?” he asked. Stretching as he got up from the chair, he spared a smile
and a wink for his friend who was still trying to piece events together in her just-woken-up state of mind.

  “Sir, it seems that we’ve sailed into a bad squall and there’s worse heading this way. We might need you to use your powers to control this one. Some of the crew are even worried that your dark clone might be behind it. Shortly before the clouds started to form out there, a dark streak flashed across the sky and…”

  Before he could finish, Daelen was gone, leaving Cat alone with the captain, who was suddenly embarrassed at being in a lady’s bedchamber.

  Catriona flashed the captain a sweet smile, to try and reassure him that she understood he never would have barged into her room like that, except in an emergency.

  Attempting to lighten the mood, she wondered, “Do you suppose it’s a Law of Balance, that as one’s power increases, one’s good manners must decrease as a result? A simple ‘excuse me, Catriona’ – that’s not too much to ask, is it? Maybe even a ‘thank you, Captain.’ I mean, how long does that take?”

  The captain returned the smile but chose not to comment.

  Trying another tack, she commented, “Maybe one of these days, he might actually remember that he’s not the only one who can control the weather. My druid magic is less draining than what he does because it’s more subtle and uses nature rather than coming from within. If he’d just stopped to ask, I could have told him, ‘Don’t fret, Daelen. I can sense that the storm is perfectly natural. No need to panic, just leave it to me.’”

  As she was speaking, the storm ended and Cat rolled her eyes.

  “He didn’t need to put the storm out,” she sighed, shaking her head, “just move it. We could have caught the trailing winds in our sails and used the storm to our advantage. Tell me, is he always so impulsive? Is it always act first, think later with him?” Once again, the captain kept his own counsel.

  Seeing she was going to get no conversation, Cat asked the captain to please excuse her, as she was going to take a shower. The captain bowed and immediately left her cabin.

  Moments later Daelen landed on the deck of the ship breathing just a little harder than before, and even as she showered, Cat could sense that true to her prediction, Daelen had wasted a significant amount of power to stop the storm, unnecessarily.

  “Oh well,” she muttered to herself as she enjoyed the feeling of the water on her body, “I suppose I’ve got a few weeks to try and train the shadow warrior to pay attention to me and think before he acts.”

  She heard Daelen say, “Well, Captain, you should have smooth sailing from here on out, but if not, you’ll have to handle it yourselves. I need to gather my strength for what is to come. Once I’ve checked on Catriona, I intend to go back to sleep to try and recharge as much as possible. Do not wake me except in an absolute emergency.”

  “As you say, sir,” the captain acknowledged.

  Daelen walked into Catriona’s cabin just as she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. Seeing her standing there, naked, dripping with water, he seemed to freeze, staring right at her.

  “Ahem!” Cat coughed. “In case you’re unfamiliar with our mortal customs, this is the part where you turn around, apologise for accidentally walking in on me like this and immediately go back to your own cabin.”

  He did not move.

  “OK, let me put it more simply: Get out!” she demanded.

  Still, he did not move.

  Her anger rising, she yelled, “Daelen, if you don’t get out right now, I’ll…”

  She trailed off as she received something from Pyrah via her sympathic sense: ‘Pain’ and ‘Apologies.’ Then, just as she was trying to piece things together, Daelen began to keel over, and Cat had to rush to catch him before he hit the deck.

  A pair of puncture marks on his left leg caught her eye and all at once, Cat realised what had happened.

  When she got up, she had simply thrown the bedsheets on the floor, not realising Pyrah was entangled inside. Daelen, still not fully recovered from the incident with her staff and drained from stopping the storm, had entered her cabin just to check on her, not realising she’d got up. He had stepped on what he thought was just a pile of bedsheets and accidentally trodden on Pyrah, who simply lashed out on reflex.

  If Catriona didn’t act fast, Daelen StormTiger was going to die.

  Chapter 14

  Ignoring her protests, Cat immediately shoved Pyrah into her pocket dimension where she could do no more harm. She rushed over to Daelen and managed to lay him on her bed while she forced herself to think her way through the panic. Poisons were something of a druid speciality. Most toxins, she could simply take into her own body, bit by bit, and then filter it out before absorbing a bit more and cleansing that, and so on until the poison was all gone. But Pyrah’s venom was no ordinary poison. If it could paralyse and kill an albeit split and weakened shadow warrior, what would it do to a mortal girl like her?

  She searched her brain for anything she had learned that would help her. What use was all of her studying if it couldn’t help her when she needed it? For a moment, she couldn’t see past the irony that both Mandalee and Dreya had wanted to kill Daelen and she had stayed their hands. Yet she had almost done it once already and by the looks of it, the second time might be the charm.

  “Wait!” she gasped out loud. “That’s it! That’s the answer!”

  She quickly put the pieces together, threw her robes around herself and ran up on deck, yelling frantically for the captain with her voice at the same time as calling desperately for Mandalee with her mind.

  The captain came running. “Lady Catriona! Master Daelen said, according to the plan, you can’t be on deck.”

  “I know, it was my plan, but to hell with that now. There’s been an accident, and we need to rendezvous with the Dolphin as fast as possible. Faster, even.”

  “But we don’t know where they are!” the captain protested. “It was part of the plan that we wouldn’t know.”

  “I’m getting their co-ordinates now!” she snapped, “I just need to know ours.”

  When she felt Mandalee in her mind, Cat projected ‘location’ ‘co-ordinates’ and ‘come here: emergency.’

  There was a pause as Mandalee consulted with the Dolphin’s crew before sending over what Cat needed. Cat shared the co-ordinates with the captain and sent over theirs in return. Cat gave both verbal and sympathic orders for the two ships to come about to exact opposite headings as fast as possible.

  Mandalee projected her intention to call for her giant albatross to give her a lift, but there was no guarantee that it would be any quicker than if she came by ship. There wasn’t anything they could do about the speed of the Dolphin, but Cat could certainly do something about the StormChaser.

  “Captain, tell your crew to batten down the hatches or whatever it is they do in extreme weather,” she urged him.

  “Why?”

  “Because, well, you remember that storm Daelen just got rid of?”

  “Yes?”

  “Well, I’m about to bring it back again, and it’s going to push us to the Dolphin.”

  Even as she spoke, the wind began to pick up, blowing harder and harder.

  The captain’s eyes widened. “But Lady Catriona, if it’s too much, I don’t have a full crew, we may not be able to handle it. You could tear the ship apart.”

  “Better Daelen’s ship than Daelen himself.” Cat was out of patience. She was beginning to see why Daelen acted the way he did. She rounded on the man, eyes blazing. “Look, Captain, when Daelen gives you an order, do you stand there arguing with him?”

  “Well, no, of course not, but—”

  “While he is incapacitated, I am in charge, and you will do as I say! If you have a constructive idea, I will listen, but question or debate with me one more time until this crisis is over, and there’s a life raft with your name on it. Alternatively, I may decide to do this.” She shifted to leopard form, advancing on the Captain, teeth and claws on full display. She changed back
. “Now, will you comply?”

  The terrified man declared, “Yes, Ma’am!” and with a salute, he ran to relay orders to the crew.

  Cat may not have had her sea legs when she first boarded the ship, but she found them pretty quickly when it mattered. The red and white sails furled in the winds that battered the StormChaser. The crew were running around, trying desperately to hold the ship together under extreme pressure. It was difficult for Cat to keep the wind blowing consistently in the right direction, but one of the crew, she didn’t know his name, called out to her whenever they began to stray off course, so she could correct it.

  At last, the lookout spotted another ship at extreme range. A quick sympathic communication with Mandalee confirmed it was the Dolphin. Communicating further, Mandalee told Cat her lift had arrived. In response, Cat allowed the high winds to move away and calm down, slowing their momentum to make it easier for the giant albatross to approach and land on the StormChaser, safely.

  Mandalee vaulted off the bird onto the deck, and Cat took her below to her cabin where an unconscious Daelen lay still on her bed.

  “What did you do to him this time?” the assassin wondered.

  “I didn’t,” Cat answered. “Pyrah did. I have a plan, but it’s going to need all four of us.”

  “Four?”

  “You, me, Shyleen and Pyrah.” Seeing Mandalee hesitate, she demanded to know what was wrong. “We have to act fast.” she insisted. “Daelen’s nature will hold the venom back for a while, but not forever. He needs our help.”

  “Maybe this is a sign,” Mandalee considered. “Remember my contract?”

  Cat nodded, no idea why she’d bring that up now.

  “My client appeared to me again on the Dolphin and told me I would soon have another chance to stop Daelen destroying the world. Maybe this is how: we let him die.”

  “But if he dies, what about Kullos and his army?” Cat challenged her. “I’m not saying Daelen’s a hero – to be fair, neither does he – but I honestly think if he dies, we all die. If Daelen lives, with your help, we can stop him from doing anything too rash. We can’t do anything about Kullos. Only he can. Plus, as I told you before, you’re forgetting who and what you are. You’re not just an assassin or a hunter, you’re a cleric, and right now, that’s what I need. Forget past contracts, forget future visitors. This is the present, and it’s your choice: kill or cure?”