King of Sword and Sky (44 page)

She struggled to hold her weave, spinning more need, more urgency into the threads. «
You sent Rain to find me. If you know how I can save the tairen, please, tell me before the High Mage of Eld steals another kitling's soul. Tell me how to stop it.»

The voice-without-sound did not speak, but the light of the Eye took up a pulsing beat, flaring again and again, pounding in a relentless rhythm. Her eyes began to burn. Her lashes fluttered, and the tiny muscles in her eyelids jumped and fought to open. Was she supposed to watch? Was that what the Eye was trying to tell her—that it could only show her the answer?

Very well. «
Show me.»

Her eyes flew open.

Celieria
~
Teleon

"Hello."

Den Brodson clamped down on a surge of savage triumph and forced a genial smile to his face as he turned to face Lillis and Lorelle Baristani. "Why, hello. Where did you come from?"

The twins glanced at each other. "From home," one said, while the other ignored his question and bluntly asked, "Can we pet your kittens?"

He forced a paternal laugh. "Like kittens, do you? Well, I've never met a little girl yet who didn't. Of course you may pet them. Here, they like to play with these." He'd woven little spheres from strips of pliant wood, installing a
chemar
fixed with two small bells into the hollow center of each. The twins rolled the little balls towards the kittens, laughing as they batted and chased the chiming balls. "Do you live around here? I've been at the outpost all week—I'm the cook with Lord Darramon's party—and I'm sure I would have remembered if I'd seen two such beautiful young ladies."

"We are cousins of Lord Teleos." They lied with such perfect innocence, Den would have believed them if he hadn't already known the truth.

"Ah, Great Lord Teleos. A good man." As the girls picked up the jingle balls and began rolling them to the kittens, he reached for the pouch of white stones at his side, calculating exactly where to toss the
chemar
so he could grab the girls and haul them into the Well before they had a chance to cry for help.

The metallic snick of a hundred blades froze him in place, and magic burst around him in a flash of hair-raising energy. Invisibility weaves dissolved and he found himself surrounded by what looked like an entire Fey army. Their blades were drawn, their faces cold stone masks, their eyes like burning death.

Den gulped. His heart rose up in his throat. Every ounce of blood rushed to his face, then drained away, leaving him trembling and soaked with clammy sweat. With swift desperation, he muttered the spell word Master Nour had given him for just such an occasion.

An instant later, the memories of Den Brodson were gone, locked deep away where they could not be retrieved until the spell wore off, and the man who remembered nothing beyond being Lord Darramon's frightened cook was falling over himself to offer his apologies. "Forgive me, sers. I meant no harm. The children came to pet the kittens. I saw no harm in allowing it."

The girls rose to their feet, each clutching a tiny, squirming kitten and one of the woven jingle balls. One of the girls looked stricken, the other sullen. The stricken one turned eyes big as saucers upon a brown-haired, blue-eyed Fey. "We just wanted to pet the kittens, Kieran."

"You promised we could have another kitten, since we had to leave Love behind," the sullen girl added. She tilted her chin up. "We came so we could tell you which ones we wanted."

"You
promised you would not leave the safety of Teleon. If you do not honor your word, why should I honor mine?" The blue-eyed Fey, who appeared to be the leader of the group despite the deceptively youthful look of his face, pinned the girls with such a hard, cold look that the stricken one burst into tears.

"The young ladies would like a kitten?" the cook asked quickly. "Please, take them. Whichever ones you like. Consider it my gift. I'll even throw in these little jingling balls for the kittens to play with. They do love them so." He offered up a handful of the little woven balls.

"There!" the bold child proclaimed. "You see? He doesn't mind."

The blue-eyed Fey gritted his teeth and said, "Put. The kittens. Down. And go with Kiel this instant. This instant!" he snapped when the foolish, headstrong girl opened her mouth again.

The child glared, but set the kitten down. It began mewing and rubbing against her ankle. "You see? It wants to come with me."

"Please, Kieran?" the sweet child begged. "Please, please? We'll be good forever, I promise. You won't even have to watch us. Please, can't we keep them?" She cuddled the fluffy black-and-white kitten to her cheek, her big, wet eyes filled with such longing, any man with half a heart would find it difficult to refuse her. "Please?"

The blue-eyed Fey, Kieran, exchanged a brief look with another Fey who had long blond hair. When he turned back, Kieran fixed the cook with a piercing gaze that made the man's brain buzz woozily. A moment later, the cook was blinking and holding his head, and the Fey was weaving greenish magic over one of the toy balls, disassembling it and crushing the white stone inside to dust.

"What was this?" The Fey held out the white dust that remained.

The cook bit his lip. "Just a pretty stone, ser. It makes the bells ring better when the ball rolls." He held out the pouch of stones and poured several more into his palm. "Here, you see?" The Fey picked up one of the white rocks and examined it closely. "Pretty as moonstone, but not half so dear. If the children play Stones, I'm happy to let them have these, too."

"Oooh, Lillis and I love Stones." The bold child peered over the Fey's arm.

The Fey named Kieran snapped to attention and scowled at the child. "You have a cat and a toy for it—be grateful for that. Now get back to Teleon. You are in serious trouble."

The bold child snatched up her kitten and one of the jingle bells and beamed. "Thank you, Kieran! You won't be sorry!"

He pointed. "Go."

With a grin for her sister, she went.

When the girls were gone, the Fey nodded to his companions. Their swords slid back into their sheaths. Kieran bowed to the cook. "Good day to you, Goodman. Thank you for your generosity. The girls will not bother you again."

"Oh, 'tweren't no bother, ser," the cook assured him. "And here, do take these." He put the remaining jingle balls inside the pouch with the rest of the stones. "They're bound to lose the ones they have. And there's enough of the stones in here for a game."

"Beylah vo.
Your generosity does you credit."

"You're more than welcome. The children are welcome to come play with the other kittens whenever they—" He gulped. With a shimmer of magic, the Fey had simply…disappeared.

Leaving Lord Darramon's bewildered cook turning in confused circles, Kieran raced after Kiel and the girls. As soon as they crossed the threshold of the Spirit weave, he dropped his invisibility weave and stormed towards the girls.

They were cuddling their new kittens happily, but their pleased expressions faded when he drew close. They had never seen him angry, and at the moment, he was as furious as he'd ever been in his life. Anything could have happened to them. Anything!

"Get upstairs to the manor. Your father is going to hear about this."

Now they looked worried. As well they should.

Though Kieran had never in his life laid a harsh hand on any female, the mortal idea of a swift, hard paddling was sounding more appealing by the moment! He marched the girls up the long, winding roads of Teleon and into the manor house.

Sol met them at the front entrance, his face creased with worry. "What is it? What's happened?"

"The girls decided this was a good day to take a walk in the fields beside the outpost."

Sol's brows climbed up to his hairline. "They…
what?

The girls tumbled over each other to explain about the kittens and wanting to pick the right ones and how everything had turned out for the best. Sol's expression grew grimmer with each word. Before the children even finished their explanation, he snapped, "Be silent! Go into the parlor and sit. Do not dare to speak another word!"

Chastened and fearful in a way they never were with Kieran and Kiel, the twins burst into tears, shuffled past their father, and ran into the parlor.

When Kieran and Kiel would have followed, Sol held up a hand. "I'm going to ask you to remain out here. I need a few chimes in private with my daughters." He closed the parlor door.

Standing outside in the hallway, Kieran and Kiel both heard the blistering lecture Sol delivered to his reckless daughters. They heard the scrape of chairs, Lillis's and Lorelle's remorseful weeping, then four loud smacks followed by even louder weeping.

A moment later the parlor door opened, and Sol stepped aside to let Kieran and Kiel enter.

Despite his earlier desire to spank the girls himself, Kieran felt his heart almost break at the sight of Lillis's tearstained face.
Nei,
he could never have done it. Not even for their own good.

Lorelle's eyes were tear-bright, but her small jaw was set and her arms crossed. When she saw Kiel, she blinked and spun quickly to give him her back.

Kieran sighed, his anger gone. There was no need to chastise them further. He knelt by Lillis's side, pulled her to his chest, and let her cry until all her tears were gone. Kiel just stood silent behind Lorelle until her spine bent enough for her to turn and lean against him.

When at last they were both quiet and calm, he asked. "How did you get outside the weave without being seen? I am not angry at you. But I do need to know which Fey were not watching as they should."

"It wasn't their fault." Lillis sniffed. "We didn't let them see us."

Kieran frowned. "What do you mean?"

"We made them not see us," Lorelle said.

Kiel's eyes widened and he shared an astonished look with Kieran. "You…you made yourselves invisible? Like Kieran and I do?"

"No, not like that. It's more like we made everyone look somewhere else," Lorelle said. "Besides, you and Kieran are never really invisible. You go all purple and glowy, but we still see you."

Kieran rocked back on his heels. "You see our Spirit weaves." Mortals could not see magic. Maybe a hint of great magic, but nothing so simple as an invisibility weave. Not unless they possessed considerable magic of their own.

"Mama made us promise never to tell." Lillis looked up at him earnestly.

Sol grabbed for the back of a nearby chair as his knees started to give out. "You…your mama knew you could see magic?"

Lillis nodded. "We saw hers once, and she made us swear we would never tell anyone—not even you or Ellie."

Sol's wooden pipe fell from his shaking hands and cracked in two on the stone floor. "Your mama…had magic?" Sol's voice trailed off weakly.

"She made a fire stop in the kitchen when we were five." Lorelle bent down to pick up the broken pipe and handed the pieces to her father.

"She glowed shiny red when she did it," Lillis added.

"She was so afraid when we asked her about it." Lorelle shook her head. "She even cried."

"So we knew we had to pretend we were just like everyone else, just like Ellie and Mama did." Lillis gave Kieran a hopeful look. "Can we can stop pretending now? We're tired of it."

"You mean
you're
tired of it." Lorelle sniffed. "You're not as good at it as me."

"Oh, yes, I am," Lillis shot back. "Nobody ever guessed about me, not even Love when I was holding her."

"Girls," Kieran interrupted. They both wiped the scowls off their faces and looked up at him, a pair of sweet innocents. He felt the tug of love and affection, as he always did when the twins turned their big, soulful eyes upon him, only this time, for the first time, he felt something else too. The tiniest thread of… influence. A faint ephemeral weave of illusory compulsion, coming from
them.
"Why don't you both stop pretending right now. About everything. Would you do that for me?"

Lillis and Lorelle turned to their father. "Can we, Papa?"

The woodcarver nodded mutely.

Kiel stepped closer, his blue eyes filled with unveiled interest. "What is it you've been hiding, little Fey'cha?"

Ellysetta's sisters shared a final look, then shrugged and said in unison, "This." The illusion of unprepossessing mortality dropped from them like a discarded candle shade, and while the children didn't suddenly blaze like the Great Sun, they did very noticeably…glow.

Kieran caught his breath in shock and wonder. Their skin was softly luminescent, almost Fey in appearance. And cupped in the hollow of her palm, each twin held a small, leaping, twirling sphere of magic: Red Fire and green Earth in Lorelle's hand, white Air and blue Water in Lillis's.

The Fading Lands
~
Dharsa

Gaelen caught the downward sweep of his opponent's
seyani
longsword between his two
meicha
in a lightning-fast move, locking the curved blades tip-to-hilt. One swift twist of the blades, and his opponent's blade whipped out of his hands and fell to the ground.

"Tairen's Bite," he growled to the disarmed man. "You know the move, and you know how to protect against it, but you're still too slow." He sheathed his scimitars and bent to scoop up the other man's sword. "Practice, Char. Have one of the Earth masters fly sparring-swifts for you. When you can strike down a dozen all at once without a single feather laid upon you, you'll know you're improving."