2 To Light A Candle.13 (75 page)

Kellen reached Adaerion's pavilion, but before he could dismount, Kharren stepped outside.

"He is with Redhelwar," she said without preamble. "Go there."

Kellen turned Cheska's head toward the great scarlet pavilion at the center of camp. When he got closer, he saw that it had not escaped the night's battle unscathed. The front was nearly charred away, and a network of ropes—obviously new and hastily added—held the structure upright.

Kellen dismounted, motioning for the others to do so as well, and stopped before the wide-open front of Redhelwar's tent, where Dionan stood guard. Adaerion, Redhelwar, and several others were inside.

"Bring the jars, and the weapons. Then go. Find Ciltesse, and tell him what has happened. Take his orders. If you cannot find him"—If he is dead—"return to Isinwen."

Sihemand and Rhuifai bowed, a brief acknowledgment.

"Be welcome," Dionan said gravely.

Kellen and the two Elves entered. His men set down the heavy stone jugs, the bows, and the quivers of iron arrows just inside where the doorway would have been, bowed again, and departed. They mounted their horses, and led Cheska away with them.

Kellen waited, and as he did so, the last of his energy seemed to drain away. Redhelwar was behind the others, speaking with someone he couldn't see. At last the general finished and came over to Kellen.

Kellen bowed very low, since he knew in his bones that this was the only thing in the way of proper Elven formality that he'd be able to manage tonight.

Reaction was setting in. Only the knowledge that they had saved Ysterialpoerin from burning was keeping him going now.

"I See you, Redhelwar, Army's General," he said wearily.

"I See you, Kellen, alakomentai, Knight-Mage. One observes that you do not ride Mindaerel this night," Redhelwar said.

"She's dead," Kellen said. He took a deep breath, and held back another sudden burst of sorrow. "The Shadowed Elves killed her."

"May her spirit run free in the Fields of Vardirvoshan," Redhelwar said sympathetically. "I have had grave news this night, and I would have your counsel."

"With all respect, I do not think what I have to say can wait. And for my brevity I beg pardon," Kellen said. "The attack on the army was a feint. The Shadowed Elves went to burn Ysterialpoerin. They had new weapons. I think it would have worked."

"But it did not work," Redhelwar said, his manner suddenly intent.

"We killed them all and brought the weapons back with us," Kellen said. "The city is unharmed."

"Yet it would be good to know how the Knight-Mage knew to ride after these Shadowed Elves," Belepheriel said, coming forward. "Or how it is that he so often gives warning—and never soon enough to prevent losses. I would be interested to know what we will find in the caverns ahead if we continue to rely upon his warnings."

The note of contempt in BelepherieFs voice was impossible to mistake, and Kellen felt rage fill him, as if he faced an enemy on a battlefield. He had thought he had come to the end of his energy; he had been wrong. This new challenge filled him with a strength he had not known he still possessed. He swung toward Belepheriel, the fury in his face so plain that even Belepheriel stepped back. Redhelwar placed a hand on his shoulder, but Kellen stepped out from under it, taking a step toward the Elven commander.

"I am a Knight-Mage, Belepheriel," he said, very softly. "My Magery is the Art of War. Tonight the Wild Magic showed me that the attack upon the army was a cloak for an attack upon Ysterialpoerin, and so I stopped it. Would you see the Heart of the Forest burned to ash for your foolish pride in the Ancient Ways? Or shall I withhold the warnings I can give so that you may rejoice in a slaughter unrestrained by the Wild Magic? You are free to ask me for that, Belepheriel. Or will you call me a liar and face me across the Circle?"

There was utter silence in the pavilion.

"You cannot…" Belepheriel began, aghast. "It is unseemly! We are in the field!"

"I will permit it," Redhelwar said. "This once."

Abruptly his fury left Kellen, though the cold anger still burned deep. Bele-pheriel had been a dead weight in their councils ever since Kellen had been admitted to them—and undoubtedly long before—and they could no longer afford that.

And now he remembered what the Circle was—though a moment before the words had come without thought.

When two Knights could not resolve a difference—great or small—any other way, they fought within a Circle. The one to push the other out—or kill him, though that was so rare as to be the stuff of legend—was the winner, and the matter was considered settled for all time.

Duels were strictly banned for armies in the field. Yet the commander of all the armies was suspending that ban. He knew Belepheriel for the dead weight that he was.

And now Belepheriel must know that he had been measured, and found wanting.

"I would hear your word to Kellen, Belepheriel. You waste my time," Red-helwar said implacably.

"Honor to the Knight-Mage," Belepheriel said at last, his voice utterly without color. "By the grace of Leaf and Star, good fortune to him and long life, and to his endeavors on behalf of the army as well, which come in a good hour. If there are no further matters that require my attention here, I would see to my command, Redhelwar."

"Go," the Elven General said. It was the most abrupt dismissal that Kellen had ever heard from Elven lips—and as such, very nearly an insult.

Belepheriel walked stiffly from the tent.

"Dionan, bring tea," Redhelwar commanded. "Kellen, show me these weapons."

Still feeling a little dazed—he thought he might have just cast a spell, but this was certainly the first time he'd done it without knowing about it in advance, or without any of the tools of the Wild Magic!—Kellen walked over to the jugs, knelt, and lifted the lid of one of them. Picking up one of the arrows, he explained what he'd seen and done with the strange weapon as well as he could.

While he was talking, Dionan appeared at his shoulder and offered him tea— not just a cup, but a large wooden tankard. Kellen took it gratefully and drained it in a few gulps, even though it was steamingly hot. It was very sweet, and he tasted allheal in the brew. He handed it back with a nod of thanks, still talking.

"—the white rings burn when they are no longer in the oil. I think they'll even burn through the iron eventually. Nothing makes them stop burning—not water, anyway, and I think they'd keep burning no matter how much earth you shoveled over them. I don't know what they are, but they're not magic."

"Perhaps Artenel will know. We shall give these to him and tell him to be careful," Redhelwar said.

Dionan brought another tankard of tea. Kellen sipped this one more slowly, getting to his feet. The combination of allheal and honey was bringing him back to himself.

"I accept that the Wild Magic told you of the second attack," Redhelwar said. "But it would make good hearing to know more, if there were more to tell."

Kellen frowned, thinking hard. Redhelwar certainly had a right to know, but it was hard to put into words.

"It seemed to me," he began hesitantly, "that there was no reason for their attack upon the camp. They were giving up their only advantage—their caves—to attack us in the open. So there had to be a reason that seemed good to them. It came to me—there's really no other way to explain it, I'm sorry— that the attack must only be to focus our attention upon the camp, and there had to be a reason why they wished us to do that. The only possible reason could be that they had a second target, and there is only one other target nearby worth taking."

"Ysterialpoerin," said Redhelwar gravely.

Kellen nodded. "Those that the Shadowed Elves serve want to break our hearts. There's no better way than by destroying what we're sworn to protect while it's directly beneath our hand. So I rode after the Shadowed Elves that were heading toward Ysterialpoerin. I didn't know what they planned, and I wasn't sure it was Shadowed Elves. I just knew there'd be a strike at Ysterialpoerin, because… because there had to be. I knew it." He held his hands out, palm upward, and shrugged. "The rest you know."

"Magic," Adaerion said, a note of despairing humor in his voice. "We must become accustomed to it, Redhelwar."

"Yes," Redhelwar said. He studied Kellen for a long moment. "Now come and give counsel in time of peril, Knight-Mage, as it was in the days of my greatgrandfather."

Redhelwar led him over to the table. The others stood aside, and now Kellen could see there was someone sitting there. He was bloody and battered, though he had obviously already been in the hands of the Healers—one arm was lashed tightly to his body with a sling and a network of bandages, and his head was bandaged as well.

With an effort, Kellen dredged his name up out of memory. Gairith.

One of the scouts they'd sent out earlier tonight.

"The others are all dead," Gairith said wearily, meeting Kellen's gaze. "The enemy came upon us as we rode toward the caves. We were not wearing the tamkappa then. We fled, hoping to give warning, but they cut us down. My lady, Emerna… died."

"May her spirit run free in the Fields of Vardirvoshan," Kellen said softly, finding the proper words. "My own also died this night at their hands."

"Yet she saved my life in her death," Gairith said proudly, "for I lay beneath her, and they did not stop to see if I lived or died. I claimed the tamkappa of the others, lest they should fall into evil hands, then donned my own and ran back to the camp as fast as I could. Yet I was too late… too late to warn…" His head drooped with exhaustion and pain.

Kellen glanced at Redhelwar. The Elven General made a small gesture, as if to say he left the matter in Kellen's hands.

"I would question you, if you can bear it," Kellen said gently.

"Let it be so," Gairith said wearily, raising his head.

"Where were you, when you were attacked?"

"At the stream that runs below the caverns, a mile from the opening of the nearer. It is the last cover of any kind before the caverns, and there is not much, as Ancaladar has said. There we would go our ways, Kolindearil, Alanoresen, and Morwentheas to ride north, I and my comrades to leave our mounts and go ahead. But we did not get the chance."

"Was it wholly dark by that time?" Kellen asked, trying to judge the timing of the attack.

"The sun was behind the mountains, and the light had left the sky, but we could see well enough. We saw them. They saw us. And then the coldwarg came at us from upwind, where the horses could not smell them."

"One last question—and I know you may not have an answer for me," Kellen said after a moment of thought. "Did you see females among them, or pairs of Shadowed Elves carrying large jugs, very heavy?"

"I saw no jugs as you describe," Gairith said, his voice a whisper of exhaustion. "For the rest, I do not know. They had bows, and swords, and… clubs. That I saw."

"Thank you," Kellen said. "You have helped me greatly. I honor you."

"Dionan, take Gairith back to the Healers," Redhelwar said.

Dionan came forward, lifted Gairith from the chair, and half-carried him from the tent.

"It would please me to know he will be all right," Kellen said, when the two Elves were gone.

"He lost a brother tonight—one of the other scouts. As was one of Bele-pheriel's sons," Redhelwar said in expressionless tones.

Kellen winced inwardly. It did much to explain Belepheriel's behavior.

But it didn't excuse it.

They had no time for excuses.

He was laboring under an unpaid price of the Wild Magic: to forgive an enemy. He wondered if—just now—he'd failed to pay it, and searched his heart.

But no. Belepheriel was not an enemy, no matter how harshly they had treated one another. He was only an obstacle. Kellen was truly sorry that Bele-pheriel's grief had caused him to force the issue that lay between them, and not to leave it for some other time. He would make amends for that, if it were possible. Jermayan would know.

"Your counsel, Knight-Mage," Redhelwar said, interrupting his thoughts.

"You see what I have seen, Redhelwar," Kellen said. "The scouts did not see the second party, the one that went to burn Ysterialpoerin. It may have left earlier, perhaps to lie in wait until the attack on the camp began. Perhaps not. We know they can move through the day if they must."

Be right. No matter what, you always have to be right. Especially now.

"The plan to destroy Ysterialpoerin is good in their eyes," he went on. "The plan to map the caverns before invading is good in ours. They know we're here. They know what we mean to do, I think."

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes, trying to call up the intuitive understanding of the enemy that he needed.

"Sit," Redhelwar said. "I ask too much of you."

Kellen sank into the chair that Gairith had so recently vacated, feeling as if his bones were suddenly made of Artenel's most fragile glass. "You ask what must be asked," he replied, knowing, if he knew nothing else, that this was the right thing to say. "And I must give what must be given." There was an answer here, somewhere, just beyond his reach.

"If we cannot send scouts in to map the caverns," Adaerion said reluctantly, into the silence, "we must go in with Vestakia to lead us. And that means we can only attack one enclave at a time. And we do not know how many entrances or exits they may have."

"Ancaladar saw only two," Padredor said. "His eyes are sharp."

"So we will guard the one, so that nothing may pass it, and attack the other. Kellen is right: the Enemy would love nothing better than to destroy Ysterialpoerin in the face of our gathered strength, so we must guard it as well. We shall send a third of the army to do that—and all the unicorns, for their senses may discover what ours do not. A third again to the farther cavern, and the Moun-tainfolk with them, as they are expert in matters of snow and ice, so that no matter what seeks to escape the cavern or through the mountains, nothing shall—and if there are other exits elsewhere in the mountains, there will be suf-ficient forces to dispatch against what may issue from them. Ancaladar will tell us what he sees, for I think there is no way this time for us to gain his strength beneath the ground."