Winds of Change (41 page)

She blinked at him in shock, then tentatively smiled in return.

“Thank you,” she said simply, blushing. “Ah - Darkwind, if I wasn’t so tired - oh, that sounds like such a transparent excuse but - ”

“But it is, sadly, true. Elspeth, even if you were not weary, I feel that I am like to fall asleep even as I walk to my
ekele.
Shall we take it as true and not an excuse?”

Something warmed deep inside her. “I think that’s reasonable.”

:And I think you should both go to bed. To sleep,:
Gwena chided gently.

“All right, little mother,” Darkwind said, amused. “We shall. Tomorrow we will be dealing with all the creatures our magics attracted, at any rate. We will need a good rest.”

She couldn’t be disappointed, she thought. Not after all that. But no, that would not do. It was not enough.

She dismounted and went to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. With an inner flush, she looked up into his clear eyes.

Darkwind held Vree a little further from his body, inviting her in closer. She smiled, not knowing how well it could be seen, and felt Gwena send a quiet touch of approval.

Elspeth raised a hand to Darkwind’s face, caressed the hair at his temple. He licked his lips as Vree spread his wings, and bent his neck down just a little, enough for one loving kiss, framed by the rich light and warmth of the Vale behind them.

Darkwind woke to a cool, pebble-scaled hand shaking him awake. He raised his head from his pillow and blinked to clear his eyes.

It was still dark.

:Darkwind,:
said the
hertasi
at his elbow,
:There is a disturbance.:

He recognized the mind-voice as that of Suras, one of the three
hertasi
who had attached themselves to Darkwind when he moved back into the Vale. The lizard-folk did that; it was one of their many peculiarities. They simply decided who they wanted to serve and proceeded to do just that. One day, Darkwind was living in the clutter created by moving, and putting together his own meals; doing his own laundry and cleaning up after himself and Vree. Then, with no warning at all, he arrived home to find everything straightened, folded, and put away, and a meal waiting.

There were advantages and disadvantages to being back in the Vale. He’d felt a pang of displeasure at his loss of autonomy. However, with
hertasi
serving him, it was much easier for people to find him when he was needed. That, too, could be a disadvantage, especially when he was trying to sleep off the last time he’d been needed.

Suras patted his arm again.
:Disturbance, Darkwind. You are needed, please.:

“What kind of trouble is it this time?” he asked – or rather, mumbled into his pillow - hoping it was something he could get someone else to take care of.

:Magical,:
Suras said curtly. His tone told Darkwind everything he needed to know. He was not getting out of this one.
:A magical disturbance between here and the ruins.:

No doubt about this; he, Gwena, and Elspeth were responsible for dealing with it. “I’ll be right there.”

Suras lit a lantern and vanished. Darkwind clenched his eyes closed, opened them reluctantly, and dragged himself out of bed. Vree roused and blinked sleepily, then yawned widely.
:Awake again? Rather sleep.:

Darkwind yawned in response. “You and I both, beloved. I’ll go on ahead, and call on you if you’re needed. Fair enough?”

:You go. I sleep. Fair deal.:

Vree settled and tucked his beak under feathers again while Darkwind felt around for the clothing Suras would have laid out before waking him.
I
can’t say I wasn‘t expecting this,
he thought glumly.
But I wish it had waited until after sunrise to start. Maybe we should have just stayed with the gryphons.

He had known that when they worked a spell requiring that much power and concentration, things would be attracted. There were too many power-hungry creatures in the Pelagirs for any educated mage to think that magical workings of any scale could go unnoticed. Odd how much had gone into so simple and tiny a package as that hummingbird messenger, though.

Well, tiny, yes. Simple, no. There had been all manner of enhancements on that little bird, for speed, for endurance, plus the pocket of energy it would use to feed. Then all the spells needed to hold the message, to deliver it, to recognize the right kind of person to unlock it....

We did what we could to shield, everything we could spare from the spells themselves, without harming the little thing itself,
he told himself.
We did everything we knew how to do, but I suppose the bleedoff was noticed. There hasn’t been anything really troublesome around since the basilisk. If luck is with us, these things will be small. Something we can run off, rather than killing.

He dressed carefully, knowing that he would probably be spending the whole day out in the cold, wrapping his joints and neck in brushed-cotton and insulation. It was still dark by the time he descended the steps to the Vale floor, and he had no idea how long it would be until dawn. It was going to be a very long day indeed.

Another messenger
dyheli
came galloping closer just as they ran the younger of the
lodella
pair off with its fuzzy tail tucked down between its legs, all its dorsal spines flat, and its hairless head ducked low. The elder had already flagged its surrender with its retreating back, but the younger one had less sense and more bravado. They’d actually had to pound it a bit with hammer-spells before it gave up.

Darkwind waved to his partners, who came up beside him just as the stag neared. “Now what?” Elspeth asked, as she propped herself against her Companion’s neck, then shifted toward the saddle to avoid being caught in Owena’s steaming breath.

Elspeth hadn’t spent a lot of time in the saddle; the Companion had been far more effective helping as a third herder when they met with creatures that were willing to be shepherded away. It wasn’t just her size; she also seemed to be able to project a “presence” that played a factor in discouraging hostilities from the less-intelligent creatures.

These “disturbances” had actually included a fair percentage of “browsers”; creatures that meant no real harm, but could not be allowed close to habitations. But the rest -

The rest of the beasts facing them would have been only too happy to work some harm, but the beasts faced the three of them, plus the two gryphons, and Falconsbane was no longer there to support his creatures with magic.

The gryphons had tackled the first real problem; the half-dozen
gandels
that tried to force their way into the ruins. But without Falconsbane’s will driving them, they were inclined to fold at the first show of resistance. A few feints of Hydona’s claws and a stooping dive by Treyvan convinced them elsewhere would be far safer.

That set the tone for the day; to frighten the creatures away rather than actually closing to fight with them.

Illusions proved as effective as real threats; after the
gandels,
they had sent a pack of Changewolves running with the illusion of a bigger, stronger pack downwind facing them to claim the territory. Illusions were exhausting, though; they took more magical energy from the caster than actually fighting, but certainly left the user less winded, and less likely to strike at shadows. After a full day of active casting, though, illusions could deaden even the most ardent of j mages.

On the other hand, one generally doesn‘t get wounded casting illusions. Or bitten, gored, horned, or worse. As Vree would say, “Fair deal. “

It actually had a certain entertainment value, as he and Elspeth got into an impromptu contest over which of the two of them could create the most imaginative counter to the problem at hand. He’d conceded defeat when Elspeth began dropping huge illusionary clay pots on the dumber creatures’ heads, or sending blizzards of wildflowers in their faces. They’d both found themselves laughing after that.

So far, they had been incredibly lucky; the illusions hadn’t failed yet to drive away their targets, though once or twice they’d needed to reinforce the illusion with a bit of magical force.

The
dyheli
stopped and pawed at the snow, a signal for attention. Was their luck about to run out?

:You are called to the ruins,:
the
dyheli
said, before Darkwind could ask him why he had been sent.
:The gryphons say there is a message waiting for you there. Three of the Vale mages are following me, to take your place.:

Darkwind slumped against a tree in relief. He had completely forgotten that the mages of k’Sheyna would recover from their draining eventually. He had been so used to depending on himself and no one else, used to the idea that there was no one to relieve him. It had literally never occurred to him that someone would be along to take their places.

“So what is it?” Elspeth asked. “Who are we going to have to rescue this time?”

“No one,” he said, mentally thanking the messenger at the same time. “Believe it or not, no one. We’ve had a reply to our call for help. It came to the ruins, since that was where the hummingbird started from. Keyed to us, of course, so no one else can break into it.”

:Would that be the kind of personally keyed message we would have sent if we‘d been able?:
Gwena asked, her tiredness fading as her interest was caught.
:But it hasn’t been more than a day
-
I
had no idea that little bird could fly that fast or far!:

“I hoped he would find a good carrying wind somewhere up above the clouds,” Darkwind told her. “That, and the enhancement spells we put on him would have made all the difference. Once k’Treva got the message, of course, it wouldn’t take them very long to reply - they knew where to send it and who to send it to; it takes a little longer than straight Mindspeech, but not much.”

“Then the bird probably reached them just as we tackled the wolves,” Elspeth replied thoughtfully. “It hardly seems possible, but I suppose that if a falcon can be carried off for hundreds of leagues by a high wind, there’s no reason why a hummingbird couldn’t have that happen to him, too.”

She straightened, and looked around. “We’re going to have to walk,” she told Darkwind. “Gwena is in no shape to carry us.”

She bent down and scooped up a little snow, and rubbed Gwena’s forehead with it. When Gwena didn’t protest that she was fine, thank you, Darkwind figured that Elspeth was right. While the Companion hadn’t been working any direct magic, she had been acting as an energy source for both of them, plus giving the more timid creatures a good scare when she charged them. She must be as exhausted as they were.

“That’s all right,” he said. “It isn’t that far.” He oriented himself, recognizing a clump of mingled evergreen and goldenoak, stand of willows, and a rock formation. “We’ve been working in circles, actually. We’re hardly more than a dozen furlongs from the edge of the ruins.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” Elspeth asked.

“For me to get my second wind,” he told her. “I haven’t your youthful resilience.” She chuckled. He closed his eyes for a moment, drew up reserves of energy, then pushed away from the tree he had been leaning on. “Let’s go see what the news is.”

The visible component of the message was a tiny, incandescent spark that danced in the air above the exact center of the crude building in the ruins. It brightened as soon as they entered the building, and the moment they were both in place, with Darkwind to the east of the node and Elspeth beside him, the spark flared suddenly.

Then it - unfolded, was the only word Darkwind could think of. It stretched down in a line that just touched the ground, then the line opened up on either side, until it formed a soft-edged mirror that hung in the air between them.

For a moment, Darkwind saw only his own reflection. Then the mirror dimmed and darkened to blue starlight, and the face of another Tayledras, this one a contemporary of his father at a guess, looked solemnly out at him.

It was hard to remember that this was only a message, that he could not actually speak to the one in the mirror, any more than he could hold a conversation with a piece of parchment. The illusion was so complete that it took an effort of will to keep from greeting the stranger.

:K’Treva has heard the need of k’Sheyna,:
came the mind-voice of the stranger. :
While we are grieved by your situation we are relieved that you came at last to us. We feared for you but saw no way to help you without acting like tyrants or well-meaning but intrusive siblings.:

Darkwind nodded; that made sense. No Clan interfered in the affairs of another without some kind of truly catastrophic emergency involved.

:We have the help you need,:
the other continued,
:A Healing Adept, strong and well-versed in his craft, and who is one of the most creative mages this Clan has ever held.:
The other smiled, briefly.
:Such praise may seem excessive, but as the Shin’a’in saying goes, “It is no boast when it is fact.” I will build him a Gate to a place I know within your territory, one that I hope will be far enough away that it will not disturb your Stone. From the Gate terminus, I believe it will be about a half day’s ride to your Vale under good conditions, and certainly no more than a full day. Expect him within that time once you feel the perturbations of the Gate. If Firesong cannot help you, no one of k’Treva can. Be of good cheer, brothers.: