3 When Darkness Falls.8 (18 page)

Redhelwar cleared his throat meaningfully. Adaerion, Kellen's direct superior in line-of-command, had developed a rapt interest in the carpet. Of all the Elves, only Belepheriel, who had conferred upon him the third degree of Knighthood, and Riasen were watching him with interest and confidence.

"But the Elven Lands themselves
will
offer slightly more protection than either the High Reaches or the Wild Lands, so we'd better find someplace in the southwest for the noncombatants to stay."

"You don't do anything by halves, do you, brother mine?" Idalia muttered, low enough that Kellen was fairly sure he was the only one meant to hear.

"Bring them here?" Redhelwar asked, stunned, direct to the point of rudeness.

"It is what Andoreniel meant to do, after all," Belepheriel pointed out inarguably. "Save that this is more practical than attempting to barrack them all in a fortress where they will not fit. Where will you put them? In the Elven Lands, yes, but not among us. That will not serve."

"Nor would we wish it to," Kerleu said. "Fight beside you, gladly. Live among you? A man would cut his throat in a week. I say this as fact, not insult."

"Fact or insult," Kreylmedd said, "the question stands: Where? Not that there isn't plenty of time to argue about it, as nobody can stir a stump until spring, and I expect there will be plenty to do to get whatever place you choose ready."

"A cave would suit all of your purposes," Rulorwen said suddenly.

For a moment Kellen thought the Master of Engineers was joking — so far they'd found nothing but incredible danger in caves, as well as plenty of Shadowed Elves — but searching the Elf's solemn face he realized that Rulorwen was perfectly serious.

"It would be good to know what lies behind your thoughts," Kellen said, falling into the everyday form of Elven politeness entirely without thinking.

"What is in my mind, Kellen Knight-Mage, is this: The Caverns of Halacira are near Sentarshadeen, which is near our southeastern border, which has so far been safe. They are extensive, and fairly well explored: We mine many of our gemstones there, and as a result of that work, many of the cavern spaces have been finished into rooms. It would be easier than many other places to convert into a defensible stronghold: simply seal off all but one or two entrances. Best of all, the Jeweled Caverns have a constant source of water in Angarussa the Undying, which flows through the caverns."

The name was vaguely familiar, and suddenly Kellen remembered. He'd ridden past Angarussa the Undying — or more precisely,
over
it — on his second day out from Sentarshadeen, when he and Jermayan had been riding in search of the Black Cairn.

"It would be good to know that it would fulfill all the requirements of the situation," Kellen suggested.

"Anyone who has seen the Jeweled Caverns of Halacira would be easy in his mind upon that matter," Rulorwen said, "for he would know that the caverns are quite vast, and should the finished areas be insufficient to the necessity before us, further areas could be finished and put to use."

"I am instructed," Kellen said, borrowing one of the favored phrases from the House of Sword and Shield. "Good. We'll use that, then. A nice homey cave."

Idalia kicked him under the table, her face studiously blank.

Of course that was not the end of the matter, but after an hour and more of debate, no one — not Lostlanders, not Wildlanders, not Centaurs, not even the Elves themselves, could find something to truly object to in the proposal. The caves could be made safe and comfortable. That they were located within the borders of the Elven Lands was the best hope of protection that the Elves could offer to their Allies.

Kellen remembered the horror with which Jermayan had once reacted to the suggestion that humans even
cross
the Elven Lands. The war was changing everything. He only hoped that even if they won, enough of the good things survived.

"I shall send to inform Andoreniel of your decision," Redhelwar said, with only the faintest of ironies in his voice. "Meanwhile, you may take a force to Halacira, to scout and secure the caves, as well as blazoning our line of march as far south as Ondoladeshiron, should word come from Andoreniel that we be permitted to withdraw to the Gathering Plain."

* * * * *

KELLEN caught Cilarnen's eye as the meeting came to a close, and after making an appointment to meet with Redhelwar on the following morning to discuss the disposition and selection of the force that would be dispatched to Halacira within the next sennight, he caught up with Cilarnen outside the pavilion. "I haven't seen you around lately," he said.

Cilarnen smiled wanly. "Not
quite
as indirect as one of the Elves, Tavadon, but it will do, believe me! You haven't seen me because you've been at the other end of the camp. And I've been studying. Light deliver me — if I'd studied half this hard back in the City I'd be sitting on the Mage Council right now, I swear it!" He rubbed his forehead wearily. "Oh, don't fear I've neglected Anganil. He gets a good ride morning and night if I can manage it — which means assuming the weather cooperates. Weather! If I never see any more weather I shall be well pleased," he muttered darkly.

"They tell me it is worse this year than it has been before," Kellen said, as they began to walk slowly in the direction of the Centaur encampment.

"It is uncivilized. I am tired of huddling in a freezing tent like an animal," Cilarnen said with a shuddering sigh. "I am tired of strange clothes and strange food and not having my own bathroom. I know it sounds petty, when we are all — when the world itself — is in so much danger, but I want to go home. And the worst of it is, I know home isn't even there. That damned Dark-tainted traitor Anigrel has ruined everything we in the City took centuries to build, and if we cannot stop him, he will smash it completely."

Cilarnen caught himself with an effort, and took a deep breath. "But it hasn't happened yet, and will not, by the Mercy of the Light, and just now you heard about a whole city of your friends that
has
been destroyed. For that I am truly sorry. I should like to see an Elven City someday."

If there are any left standing soon
, Kellen thought. "I hope you will," he said. "Thank you for your kindness."

"And you will want to know if I've gotten anywhere with turning myself into a useful High Mage. I think so. But I think… I think I need your help."

* * * * *

THE last time Kellen had seen Cilarnen's tent it had looked very much like his own, with the addition, of course, of a double armload of books.

Since then, the tent had exploded into chaos. Kellen only hoped that Redhelwar did not order the main force of the army to move out on short notice, because he was certain that the contents of Cilarnen's pavilion could not be packed for moving in anything less than two days. Cilarnen's sleeping pallet was crammed off in a corner, a table and stool had been added — both were heaped with papers — and in addition to the books, several scrolls had been added to the disorder.

Now that was puzzling. The scrolls could only be written in Elven — the older the book, the more likely it was to use the older alphabet — and Kellen was pretty sure that Cilarnen didn't read Elven.

In addition to the scrolls and the new furniture, Cilarnen's tent now also contained a stave cut precisely to Cilarnen's height, a broadsword — which did not seem to be intended for what Kellen would consider practical use — and a set of shelves crammed into a corner and filled with pots, bags, jars, and boxes.

There was barely room to move.

Cilarnen set the lamps and braziers alight with a gesture as the two of them entered — perilous, that, with the amount of loose vellum, scrolls, and bound books the pavilion contained, the pavilion was a tinderbox — and as the air began to warm, Kellen could smell that the air was redolent of oddly familiar scents.

"Light-incense," he said, surprised.

"Well, the ingredients for it, anyway," Cilarnen said. "Or most of them. You can't do a conjuration without it. Fortunately I found the recipe in one of the books, as Armethalieh is hardly likely to send me some if I ask. All I have to do now is figure out a way to get my hands on either oil of cassiar, or cassiar bark, and I can compound as much as I need."

"Ask Kindolhinadetil," Kellen said. "Or, properly, ask Redhelwar to ask Kindolhinadetil. He might have some. Cassiars probably grow in the Flower Forest."

"If he has given me all these books, I suppose he might let me harvest a bit from his trees," Cilarnen said, sounding faintly baffled.

Moving carefully, Cilarnen consolidated several piles until he had cleared space atop the storage trunks for them to sit. Their cloaks hung in the one corner of the tent not filled with papers — Cilarnen had that much practicality — slowly dripping melting snow onto the carpet.

"I can offer you tea — if I can find the tea-brazier and the pot," he said. "Of course, I don't have any decent tea, but still…"

"I'll take the thought for the deed," Kellen said. "So what did you want my help with?"

"What, should we not discuss the weather for at least half-a-bell?" Cilarnen teased. Then he sobered, settling to business.

"I think I may have figured out how to power my magick, Kellen.

"You know how they do it in Armethalieh. Because Power is something that everyone has in tiny amounts, though only those with the Magegift can use it to fuel their spells, long ago the High Mages decided that they would harvest and store the power of the unGifted citizens and use it for their spells, adding it to their own natural power. If I have to rely on nothing more than my own innate power, there are very few spells of the High Magick that I will ever be able to successfully cast, but outside of Armethalieh, with its elaborate system of Talismans and — probably — greater reservoirs, there is no mechanism for harvesting and storing Power."

Kellen nodded. Cilarnen was telling him nothing neither of them didn't already know, but he was obviously working his way up to something.

"But Armethalieh didn't always exist, and for the High Mages to create their system, they had to have a power source before they discovered that one, or else they wouldn't have been able to cast spells in the first place and invent the High Magick, do you see? These books that Kindolhinadetil gave me are very very old, Kellen — I studied one or two of the same ones back in the City, and in the copies I saw there, everything was slightly different. As if they'd been rewritten here and there over the centuries. So I wasn't surprised when I finally came across references to the original source of the High Mages' power — something that, needless to say, is certainly nowhere taught in the City today.

"It seems that the High Mages once harnessed Elemental energy directly to fuel their spells. Apparently it was very dangerous — the one book I have that talks much about it goes on and on about how the Mage must be careful not to cast too many spells, and to rest frequently, lest he burn out his Gift and his life. And apparently you couldn't do it for long — the book talks about High Mages 'retiring if they can' after seven years — as if that ever happened. That part just doesn't make sense!"

It might not make sense to Cilarnen, but it did to Kellen. If Cilarnen was talking about High Mages from before the founding of Armethalieh, then he was talking about High Mages who were still fighting Demons — for, he now knew, Armethalieh had been founded shortly after the end of The Great War, when the High Magick came to declare the Wild Magic anathema. High Mages who fought for the Light would almost certainly die young, burning out their Magegift on the battlefield fighting the Endarkened.

"Anyway, I'm not exactly ready to evoke an Elemental and try to figure out how to take away its power in order to use it myself," Cilarnen said. "I'm barely used to the idea that the Elemental Powers are something — things — you might actually meet, and not abstract concepts used to balance out the design of a spell. I keep thinking of them as a different kind of Illusory Creature, and then my mind stops working entirely. But whatever they really are, I'm certainly not going to kidnap one of them and steal from it. And even if I could figure out how to ask for its permission, I think the arrangement of taking its power might kill it — assuming they can be killed."

Kellen was sure by now that Cilarnen was taking as long to get to the point as any Elf ever had. But he could also see that whatever conclusion he had reached was a troubling one for the young High Mage, so he supposed that it was just as well to let Cilarnen reach the point in his own way.

"But the Elves guard their land through the land-wards, which are also linked — according to these scrolls — to the Elemental Powers. Oh, I can't exactly read them, of course, but Kardus can, and I think I am learning to puzzle out a word or two. At any rate, I think I could adapt the High Magery spell to link with the land-wards and draw on the Elemental Powers through that. I wouldn't be tapping into the energy of any specific Elemental Creature, so there would be no danger of harming any of them, and I do not think I could draw enough power off the landwards to affect them. At any rate, I could easily do a divination to make sure."

Cilarnen seemed to be finished talking, and so far he had not raised any points, as far as Kellen could see, that would require Kellen's help.