Winds of Change (39 page)

Vree was on his best behavior, it seemed, for when they approached the gryphons’ lair, they found him up on the “rafters” of the nest, pulling bits from a fresh-killed quail with great gusto.

He didn’t have time to do more than call a greeting to Darkwind, though. The gryphlets tumbled out of the nest and overran all three of them, knocking Darkwind off his feet and rolling him in the snow, wrestling with him as if they were kittens and he was a kind of superior cat-toy.

Elspeth laughed until her sides hurt; every time he started to get up, one of the youngsters knocked him over again. He was matted with snow; he looked like an animated snowman, and was laughing so hard she wondered how he caught his breath.

Gwena watched the melee wistfully, obviously wishing she could join in.

Elspeth decided that Darkwind could use a rescue. She waded in and started pulling tails, which turned the gryph-lets on
her.
Within a heartbeat, she found herself going ramp-over-tail into a snowdrift, with a squealing Jerven on top of her, flailing with his short, stubby wings and kicking up clouds of the soft snow in all directions.

That was when Gwena joined the fun; making short charges and shouldering the youngsters aside so that she tumbled them into the snow the way they had knocked Darkwind and Elspeth over. The gryphlets loved that; Gwena was big enough to hold her own with them, and provided they kept their foreclaws fisted, they didn’t have to hold back with her in a rough-and-tumble.

In a few moments, their parents appeared, and rather than calling a halt to the game, they joined it. Now the odds were clearly against the gryphlets, and first Darkwind, then Elspeth switched sides, coming to the youngsters’ defense while Gwena sided with the parents. In moments, snow flew everywhere. It looked like a blizzard from the ground up.

The best strategy seemed to be seizing the tail of an adult, hampering movement, while the young one batted away at the front end with blows of their wings and with their claws held tightly into a fist to avoid injury.

That wouldn’t work for long, however.

Just as Elspeth was getting winded, Hydona turned the tables on them. The gryphon whirled, dragging Elspeth along with her and bringing her into the range of the huge wings. Suddenly she went tumbling, buffeted into another snowbank by a carefully controlled sweep of a wing; landing right beside Jerven who had gotten the same treatment. Before either of them could scramble to their feet, Hydona was upon them, pinning each of them down with a foreclaw.

“Trrruce?” the gryphon asked, her head cocked to one side, her beak slightly open as she panted. Steam rose in puffs from her half-open beak. Elspeth sensed the controlled power in the claw pinning her carefully into the drift, and marveled at it, even as she signaled her defeat laughingly. Hydona let both of them up, extending the claw again to help Elspeth to her feet.

“Thanks,” she said, looking for Gwena, and finding that Darkwind and Lytha had taken Gwena hostage, holding her against Treyvan’s continued good behavior. The Companion’s blue eyes sparkled like sapphires, and her ears were up and tail flagged -

In short, they only
thought
they had her.

Elspeth kept her mouth shut, waiting for Gwena to make her move.

Treyvan feinted, and Darkwind turned just a little too far to block him. For one moment, he took his eyes off the Companion.

That was when Gwena grabbed his collar in her teeth, and, whipping her head around on her long, graceful neck, jerked him off his feet and flung him sideways into Lytha.

Darkwind
whuffed
with surprise; Lytha squealed. They both went down in a tangle of legs and wings.

Elspeth giggled uncontrollably, then took a huge double handful of snow, packed it tight, and lobbed it at Gwena. It impacted against Gwena’s rump, and she whirled to glare at her Chosen indignantly. Darkwind howled with laughter, and the gryphlets joined in.

“I was afraid you were going to break the game up,” Elspeth told the female gryphon, as Darkwind and his partner surrendered to her mate.

Hydona shook her head to rid it of snow. “No,” she replied. “The little onesss werrre resstlessss. Now they will sssettle, and let usss worrk in peace.”

Elspeth stretched and began beating the snow out of her cloak, feeling vertebrae pop as her muscles loosened. “I feel like I’ve worked off a bit of nerves, too,” she began, when another creature popped its head out of the gryphon’s lair, ears pricked forward and eyes wide with interest.

:Is the battle over?:
the
kyree
asked.
:Or is this a temporary truce?:

“I think we’ve been defeated too soundly to make another attempt,” Darkwind said cheerfully. “Despite Gwena’s indignation. Am I right, my shieldbrother?” he asked, turning to Lytha.

The gryphlet nodded vigorously, and sneezed a clump of melting snow from her cere and crown. “Wet,” she complained. “Got sssnow in my featherssss.”

“If you fight in sssnow, you mussst expect sssome in your feathersss,” Hydona told her, with a twinkle.

:My famous cousin Warrl used to say, “You cannot have a battle without getting your fur in a mess.”:
The
kyree
scratched meditatively at one ear.
:He used to say, “You know how fierce the fighting was by how long after it takes to clean up. “ If you two want to come inside, I can start a mage-fire for you to lie beside, and tell you a story.:
The
kyree’s
head vanished into the lair again. Jerven beat Lytha inside by less than half a length. “I take it that was Rris?” Elspeth said, trying not to laugh.

“Yesss,” sighed Hydona. She looked at Treyvan, and the two of them said, in chorus, “That wasss Rrisss Let-me-tell-you-of-my-famousss-cousssin-Warrl of Hyrrrull Pack.”

“The childrrren love him,” Treyvan added. “I think I can bear with hisss famousss cousssin sstorriess sssince he doesss not repeat them.”

“Only the proverbsss and advice.” Hydona shrugged. “It isss no worssse than living with a Ssshin’a’in.”

“Surely, but what could be?” Darkwind agreed, and squinted at the sky. “We have all of the afternoon and some of the morning left. Do you want to start now?”

“I thought it might be wisssse,” Treyvan replied. “The lair isss not dirrrectly above the node. When I found the place that wasss, I built it into a ssshelter asss well. Would you follow?”

Darkwind waved him ahead; he and Hydona took up the lead, with the two humans following, Gwena between them. Elspeth laid a hand on her shoulder.

:Did you enjoy yourself?:
she asked.
:You looked like you were having a wonderful time.:

:Very much,:
Gwena replied, her breath steaming from her nostrils, her eyes still bright and merry.
:That was fun! I’d nearly forgotten how much fun it is to be a child. Or to be with a child. No matter how serious things are, they can always play.:

:A good thing, too,:
Elspeth chuckled, patting her on the neck.
:They can remind us grownups that there’s a time to forget how serious things are. I miss the twins.:

:So do I:
Gwena sighed gustily.
:I miss a lot of things.:

Elspeth realized Gwena must feel rather alone.
She
at least had other humans around, however alien they were.

With Skif out on the hunt for Nyara, Gwena didn’t even have Cyrnry to talk to.

Gwena must have guessed the direction her thoughts were taking.
:Oh, don’t feel too sorry for me,:
she said, poking Elspeth in the shoulder with her nose.
:I can do that well enough on my own!:

Elspeth made a face at her, relieved.
:I’m sure you can,:
she teased.
:And I wouldn‘t even have to encourage you.:

:Too true.:
Gwena’s ears pricked forward and she brought her head up.
:I do believe we have arrived.:

Before them loomed another rough building-shape, much like the lair, but cruder. Where the lair was clearly a dwelling, this was no more than a simple shelter; the most basic of walls and a roof. But it was fully large enough for the gryphons and their guests, with room to spare.

It was clear that Treyvan and his mate had constructed this place before the first snow fell. Elspeth wondered why they had built it. Had they always intended to work magic here in their ruins? Or had they some other purpose in mind?

They entered, to find that Treyvan had already started a mage-fire inside; the glowing ball gave them both heat and light. The interior of the crude building was appreciably warmer than the outside, although an occasional draft whipped by at ankle height. Elspeth decided to leave her coat on; it wasn’t
that
warm inside.

“What, exactly, arrre we doing?” Treyvan asked, settling down on his haunches. “I know of one kind of messssage-ssspell, but I do not know that it isss like the one you ussse.”

“Ours requires.a carrier,” Darkwind explained carefully. He looked around and found a block of stone to sit on. “We generally use a bird of some kind. There are a lot of advantages to that. The spell itself weighs nothing, and it can’t be detected unless a mage is quite close to the bird. The bird doesn’t need to remember anything, so it doesn’t have to be a bondbird. The spell is in two parts; one is the message, and the other will identify the target. That part will tell the bird when it has found either the specific person that the message is for, or in our case, the
kind
of person the spell is for.”

“Interesssting.” Hydona nodded. “Better than oursss; lesss inclined to be detected. What bird arrre you usssing?”

“This one.” He pointed to the hood of his coat; a tiny head peeked out from beneath his hair. Very tiny; mostly bright black eyes, and a long, sharp beak. Elspeth blinked, and looked again.

“A
hummingbird?”
she said incredulously. “Where did that come from?”

“The Vale,” Darkwind grinned. “He was in my cloak hood until just before the children ran at us. He went up to shelter with Vree while we played; Vree knows better than to molest a hummingbird, since we use them for message-spells all the time. He ducked back inside my hood when I told him it was safe, and that was how I brought him here.”

“But a hummingbird?” She frowned; it was not the choice she would have made. The tiny birds were pretty enough, and certainly they did very well in the artificial world of the Vale, but it seemed to be a poor choice for carrying a message for what might well be hundreds of leagues. “Isn’t he going to freeze to death in this weather? What’s he going to eat? And how is he going to defend himself?”

Darkwind held his hand up to his hood; the bird flew out and hovered for a moment before settling on his finger. It was no larger than the first joint of his thumb. “As long as he keeps moving, he’ll be fine; he won’t have any trouble with the cold. He won’t have to stop to eat, because I will have given him a tiny store of mage-energy that will carry him as far as k’Treva. And look at him.”

Elspeth kept her reservations to herself and took the time to examine the tiny bird closely. It was not one of the little flying jewels she was used to seeing; the bird was black, with only a hint of dull purple at his throat.

“This little fellow doesn’t need to defend himself because very few creatures or birds will be able to see him,” Dark-wind continued. “The fact that you didn’t see him fly out of my hood or back in is proof of that. His speed is his defense; that and his size. He’s so small that even if something sees him, it isn’t likely to catch him. And if something is foolish enough to try to catch him, it is going to discover that it’s nearly impossible to try and catch a hummingbird in full flight.”

“Hmm.” Treyvan bent his head to examine the bird at short range. It looked right back at him, completely without fear, despite the fact that the gryphon could have inhaled the tiny creature and never noticed he had done so. “Ssso you will create a pocket of mage-enerrgy to feed the birrd? That ssshould make no morrre ssstirr than the ssspell it-ssself.”

“Exactly.” Darkwind looked very pleased. “These little fellows move so quickly that even if someone detected a spell, by the time they got to the place where they’d first detected it, the bird would be a hundred furlongs gone.”

“From the maps I’ve seen, it’s an awful long way to k’Treva,” Elspeth said doubtfully.

“Wild hummingbirds migrate so far to the south in the winter that we don’t even know where they go,” Darkwind replied.

:He’s right,:
Gwena put in.
:One of Kero’s men, the black fellow
-
I
listened to him tell stories once to some of the trainees. He said that hummingbirds spent the winter in his land. And we have no notion of how far north he came.:

Well, if hummingbirds really traveled that far -

“He can do it, don’t worry,” Darkwind replied firmly. “These little ones have carried messages like this one before, even in winter. And once he gets to k’Treva and finds our Adept, someone will see to it that he gets the best honey-nectar and will find a territory for him in their Vale.”

Once again she was struck by the care the Tayledras had for the creatures that they shared their lives with - even a tiny hummingbird that was in no way the kind of partner that their bondbirds were.