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 "But— But, Idalia?" Kellen asked. He knew this still wasn't a good time to ask, but he knew he had to. With that terrible vision still in the forefront of his mind, he knew that the time for doubts and secrets was over.

 "Yes, Kellen?"

 "If— If it's true— What you say— Then, why do you live here? You could live with the Elves—or, or, if you didn't want to do that, you could live in the Centaur village, and not—not out here in the middle of nowhere where you can't even take a bath? I was just…" Kellen stumbled to a halt, knowing he'd asked the question all wrong.

 Idalia stared at him for a long moment, her face blank with surprise, then hugged him very hard. "Oh, my poor mixed-up baby brother! You've been tying yourself into knots over that?. I live out here in the woods because I like to; I know you probably find this hard to believe, but when I'm around too many people, I start to feel uncomfortable and crowded. When you live even in a little village like Merryvale, you have to change what you do and how you act; maybe not by much, but it's a restriction. And I'll tell you another truth, if I lived in Merryvale, people would be coming to me to use Wild Magic for stupid little things all the time. I would either annoy them by refusing, or see my time and energy frittered away on nonsense. Living out here—well, they have to think very hard before they come to me." She sighed, but smiled. "It's as simple as that. People do like different things, you know. I like living alone, with no one to please but myself, and no one nagging me for love spells." She kissed him gently on the forehead. "Now finish your cider."

 She handed Kellen his tankard and went over to the stand of ferns to pluck her own leaf. Kellen drank, and regarded the spring warily, but the water remained still and clear, with no trace of the fire and turmoil of his vision.

 He felt a mixture of exhaustion and relief, as if somehow he'd passed a test he hadn't known he'd been set. He believed Idalia, and Lycaelon had also been telling a kind of truth. Studying the Wild Magic destroyed a kind of defense against the Demons, because once you started to think for yourself, who knew what you might decide to think about? But Lycaelon knew nothing about what the Wild Magic was—rather less than Kellen actually knew about Demons, really. Everything Kellen had read in The Book of Moon, The Book of Stars, and The Book of Sun; everything he'd done with his own mixed-up spells; everything he'd seen Idalia do; all pointed to it only being able to be used for good. Unlike the mechanistic High Magick, as far as he could tell, the Wild Magic was self-aware, and that awareness was benevolent. He wasn't Tainted, and neither was Idalia.

 So as long as you're really doing Wild Magic, you're okay, I guess.

 Until you stop.

 And if there aren't three other Books out there…

 Idalia came back with her own leaf and knelt beside Kellen.

 "Wish me luck, little brother," she said, patting him on the knee.

 The spell was swiftly cast, and to Kellen's intense relief, the image that formed was a familiar one: the Council chamber in Armethalieh. He heard Idalia release a pent-up breath, and guessed she'd been a little worried as well.

 But their relief was short-lived.

 THE full Council was in session: thirteen High Mages seated at the curving judicial bench of black marble twice the height of a tall man, with Lycaelon Tavadon at their center on his black throne.

 "Volpiril—Meron—Perizel—Lorins—Breulin—" Idalia named them all softly, going around the half circle.

 Mage Breulin was speaking.

 "We have had great success in our Northern and Southern Expansions, which, as you know, have been a priority over the past several moonturns. I am now pleased to report that our borders are clean and secure from the High Peaks in the north to the Arid Lands in the south, and we have brought several more of the unaligned villages previously outside our borders under Armethaliehan rule, to a concomitant increase in taxes and revenues. Their integration is proceeding smoothly, and we have been sending City Lawspeakers out to ride a regular circuit to make sure that all Enforcement Proclamations are read out on a timely basis. The Captain of the City Militia has requested permission to recruit and form five new units from the local villages in order to be able to support the Law-speakers."

 The motion was quickly passed, after a short discussion about recruitment policy, and the necessity of sending a Mage with the Militia to take care of any unusual problems right on the spot.

 Then Lycaelon rose to speak.

 "My fellow Mages. Mage Breulin's news is welcome indeed, for how can the City flourish when our enemies are free to gather outside our walls and plot our downfall? Yet I worry that we concern ourselves with the lesser danger and ignore the greater. While we have been occupied with the admittedly necessary purification of our new northern and southern territories, I have sent my agents westward, and discovered that many who do not wish to accept our wise and enlightened rule are massing there. The Western Hills contain a number of flourishing villages, not only of humans, but cesspits where humans and talking beasts congregate together in direct opposition to the wise teachings of the Eternal Light."

 Several of the Council Mages frowned; Breulin stroked his beard, and leaned over to mutter something to the Mage at his right.

 Lycaelon nodded approvingly when he saw the frowns. "As you know, our Hunt failed, which could only have happened if the most evil of forces had intervened. The Outlaw made his escape into the west, armed not only with the abomination of his dark magic, but with the deepest secrets of our City. Even now he may be leading innocent humans into error, as well as sharing our secrets with the cunning Other Races with which the Western Hills abound, who will seek our City's downfall and the destruction of the Light for no more reason than that they exist."

 "Surely not!" one of the others exclaimed, though not as if he objected, but as if he was horrified.

 Lycaelon bowed his head in a fine imitation of sorrow, but from their vantage, Kellen saw he was hiding a smirk. "Our way is hard," the Arch-Mage said, mournfully. "Our resources are few. We are one city, alone, without allies, in the face of the teeming bestial hordes of Darkness and Error. But the Light defends us, and our course is clear: In the name of Humanity, for the sake of our lost and imperiled brethren, we must claim all of the Western Hills for Armethalieh and the Light—extend our borders once again, no matter the cost to ourselves, and send forth a Scouring Hunt to purge those lands of the creatures that would usurp Man's rightful place in the world!"

 There was a moment of silence, then the rest of the Council was on its feet, cheering Lycaelon as the vision slowly faded.

 "BLOODY hell!"

 Idalia threw her tankard into the spring and began to swear in low passionate tones. Some of the words Kellen had heard on the City docks; some of them he could only guess at the meaning of. She pounded her knee with a closed fist as she vilified every member of the Council, particularly Lycaelon.

 Finally she turned from profanity to language that didn't make his ears burn quite so much.

 "That pompous precious prancing ass, that demagogue, that warmonger, that coward—simpering around like a maiden whose feelings are hurt and getting everyone else to do his dirty work for him, that—that— Oh, if Mother were only there, she'd spank him!"

 At last she ran out of words and simply sat there, head down, breathing hard, as Kellen watched her anxiously.

 Extend the borders of Armethalieh … to here? But that's crazy. We're hundreds of miles from the City. Shalkan had to run at top speed for a night and a day to get here, and a unicorn is faster than… How can the City possibly control this much territory!

 Of course, the Mages could claim it… all that involved was the casting of a Boundary Spell. The magickal cost would be high, but that was the City's problem.

 And once they'd claimed it…

 He looked up, and saw Shalkan watching him from the edge of the clearing.

 "Is there trouble?" the unicorn asked.

 "The City's going to expand its boundaries—to here," Kellen said bleakly.

 Shalkan snorted and started back, then stamped his forehoof angrily.

 "There's nothing for it, then," Idalia said angrily, fishing her tankard out of the spring, pouring the water out, and getting to her feet. "We'll have to warn the villages and move farther west. Into the Elven lands, I guess—they won't dare try to intrude there."

 "You mean we're just going to run?" Kellen said indignantly, getting to his feet as well. "Just because the City decides it wants somebody else's land? Why should we move? We should stay and fight!"

 "Don't be an idiot," Idalia said blightingly. Then she shook her head, and moderated her tone. "I'm sorry, Kellen—I didn't mean that; I'm angry at them, not you. You heard our beloved and most merciful father, though, and you should know what that means. They're going to set the borders and then send a Scouring Hunt. They won't even send out a Lawspeaker with a decree this time to give the Otherfolk time to get away. A Scouring Hunt is just that. They'll send Hounds, hundreds of them. You and Shalkan fought two packs and barely survived. How can we—and half a dozen villages full of innocent, unarmed villagers without an ounce of magic among them, at least half of them mere children—fight against pack after pack after pack of Hounds?"

 "Well, they can run, but we should fight!" Kellen exclaimed, feeling his face grow hot.

 "And what if all my friends here decide to help us—they will, you know," she replied tightly. "And then, because the ones that can fight have stayed, their families stay—"

 "It isn't fair," Kellen muttered angrily, kicking at the ground. "We shouldn't let them push us around!"

 "If we stay and fight—if we don't warn them—they'll die, and is that fair?" Idalia demanded.

 Kellen hung his head. "No," he whispered. "But it isn't fair," he repeated.

 "I know," Idalia said gently, "but it's the right thing to do." She sighed, and upended the tankard, shaking out the last of the water. "The right thing to do is almost always the hardest."

 "How—how long do we have?" Kellen asked. His voice shook, just a little.

 "Shalkan?" she asked.

 "A moonturn at least," the unicorn said, tilting his head to the side for a moment of thought. "They'll have to gather the power to set the Bounds, then gather more to awaken the stone Hounds, even with every stonecutter in the City working day and night to craft as many as they'll need. They'll see no need for haste."

 "You don't think so?" Idalia looked skeptical.

 "How could the Western Hills possibly know what a special treat lies in store for them?" the unicorn said sarcastically. He tossed his head. "And we'll need every moment of time between then and now, so we'd better get to it. I'll warn everyone I can, but there are many I can't approach. You'll have your work cut out for you. Don't dally."

 With a bound, the unicorn was off.

 Kellen looked at Idalia and smiled crookedly, though he'd never felt less like smiling in his life. To be Banished was bad enough, but now, to be run out of the Wildwood when it was just starting to feel like home…

 "Well, I guess I don't have to worry about finishing that addition after all," he said, trying to put a good face on things.

 "And I guess you're going to get to see the Elves," Idalia said, doing her best to match his bantering tone. "Come on. We've got work to do."

 BUT as they turned to the work of preparing to warn the Wildlanders of Armethalieh's intentions, some of his father's words came back to him, and Kellen found he couldn't recognize himself in the oh-so-dangerous Outlaw Lycaelon had described.

 Him? Know the deepest secrets of the City? When he'd wandered through his seventeen years there blind and half-asleep to everything the Mages did? Lycaelon was just putting on airs, trying to make him seem more of a danger than he was. He wasn't a danger at all. All Kellen wanted was to be left alone—but telling the Council that wouldn't suit Lycaelon's plans. When he couldn't even save himself from the Hunt without Shalkan's help? Just who did his father think he was going to fool?

 Maybe it didn't matter. Lycaelon was creating a paper tiger, a bogeyman, out of the only material he had at hand, trying to make Kellen seem to be the heart and ringleader of some grand conspiracy of evil with designs on the conquest of Armethalieh, when in reality he wasn't a danger at all, and never would be. All Kellen had wanted—all he'd ever wanted— was to be left alone—

 That wouldn't suit Lycaelon's plans, now, would it?

 "He's using me as an excuse, isn't he?" Kellen asked.

 Idalia sighed. "If it gives you any comfort, yes, at least partly—though I'm sure Lycaelon also hopes that in extending the boundaries, he'll get another chance to hunt you down as well. But I don't think that's the whole of it by any means. I'm sure that even if you were still tucked up safe in Armethalieh, the Arch-Mage would have found some bogeyman to wave in the Council's faces. This can't be a spur-of-the-moment thing." She shook her head. "I just wish that I'd known about this sooner. Shalkan's right. It's going to take every moment we've got to get folk warned and out of here."

 "At least I am here now, and I know the truth," Kellen replied, setting his chin with stubborn determination. "I'd rather know the truth and be here, facing a Scouring Hunt, than be sitting there, safe, believing his lies!"

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