Farand nodded. "Private lessons for now. I'm hoping they're going to spare me the humiliation of joining the younger novices."
Dannyl chuckled. "And miss all the fooling around?"
"From what I've heard, you didn't have an easy time as a novice."
"No." Dannyl sobered. "Not in the first few years. But don't let my experiences put you off. I've heard some magicians say their years in the University were their most enjoyable."
The young man frowned. "I was hoping it would all be easier from here, but I'm beginning to wonder. I've heard it said that the Guild is facing a war. We're going to either fight Akkarin or Sachakan magicians. Either way, nobody is sure if we'll win." ,
Dannyl nodded. "You may have joined the Guild at the worst possible time, Farand. But if you hadn't, you would not have escaped the strife for long. If Kyralia falls to either enemy, Elyne would fall soon after."
"Better that I'm here, then. I'd rather be a help, than gain a few safe months at home." Farand paused, then sighed. "I have only one regret, however."
"Dem Marane."
"Yes."
"It is my one regret, too," Dannyl admitted. "I had hoped the Guild would be more forgiving."
"I think, perhaps, this strife with your High Lord influenced the decision. The Guild ought to have noticed that its
leader had learned black magic. It hadn't, so it didn't want to make the same mistake twice. And it should have executed Akkarin, but it couldn't. So it dealt out the full punishment to the next man to break that law, to show itself and the world that it would not condone such crimes." Farand paused. "I'm not saying that each magician was aware of this, just that the situation may have influenced their thinking."
Dannyl glanced at Farand, surprised at the young man's perceptiveness. "So we have Akkarin to blame."
Farand shook his head. "I'm done with blaming people. I am here, where I was supposed to be all along. I'm expected to put all political matters behind me, and that is what I will do." He hesitated. "Though I am not sure I could have if my sister hadn't been pardoned."
Dannyl nodded. "Did you see her before she left?"
"Yes."
"How is she?"
"She grieves, but the children will give her something to hold to. I will miss them all." He looked up as the gong signalling the end of midbreak rang out. "Time to go. Thank you for stopping to talk to me, Ambassador. Will you be returning to Elyne soon?"
"Not for a while. Administrator Lorlen wants as many magicians to remain here as possible, until he knows more about Sachaka."
"Then I hope I have an opportunity to talk to you again, Ambassador." Farand bowed, then strode away.
Dannyl watched the young man leave. Farand had been through so much, and faced the prospect of death three times—through loss of control, poisoning, and possible execution. Somehow he managed to view it all without resentment.
It was humbling. And his thoughts on the reason for Dem Marane's execution were interesting.
He might make a good Ambassador one day, Dannyl mused. If he gets the chance.
But for now, the Guild could only go on as it always had. Dannyl sighed, stood up and went in search of Lord Davin.
Something brushed against Sonea's lips. She blinked her eyes open and stared at the face hovering above hers. Akkarin.
He smiled and kissed her again. "Wake up," he murmured, then he straightened, took her hand and pulled her to her feet. She looked around. An eerie half-light had turned everything to gray. The sky was covered in cloud, but she guessed it was too early for the sun to have dropped below the horizon yet.
"We should find the road now, before the sun sets," Akkarin said. "It will be very dark until the moon rises, and we can't afford to stop."
Sonea yawned and looked up at the gap between the two peaks. They had left the waterfall after the Ichani's visit that morning, and continued up the ravine as far as they dared. A small space between some boulders and the rock wall had provided enough shelter to hide them as they slept. While it was not as concealed as the ledge behind the waterfall, there was no reason for the Ichani or his slaves to visit it.
Now, as the ravine narrowed and the light faded, the way became steadily more difficult. The small river filled most of the ravine, and the banks were strewn with huge rocks. After an hour or so, Akkarin stopped and pointed up at the ravine wall. In the fading light, Sonea could only see that a steep rock slope continued up from just beyond the top. Then Sonea blinked in surprise as she made out the stone steps hewn into the wall.
"The road runs alongside the ravine from here," Akkarin murmured.
He started toward the stairs. They reached the base, then began to climb. When they finally reached the top, the darkness was like a thick smoke all around, and Akkarin a warm shadow within it.
"Be as silent as you can," he murmured into her ear. "Put one hand to the rock wall. If you want to speak, take hold of my hand so we can communicate mind to mind without the Ichani hearing us."
A persistent wind tugged at them now that they were out
of the shelter of the ravine. Akkarin walked in front, setting a steady pace. She let her right hand brush the rockwall, and tried to keep her footsteps light. The occasional stone clattered across the ground as she or Akkarin disturbed it, but the sound was blown away by the wind.
After a long stretch of walking, Sonea found she could make out another wall several hundred paces to their left. She wondered how she could see it, then looked up. The peaks above were glowing faintly, bathed in moonlight filtering through the clouds.
The ravine was gone and the road continued along the floor of a narrow valley. Sonea moved to Akkarin's side, and they strode on. As the hours passed, the left-hand wall drew closer, then fell back out of sight again. It returned, and the right-hand wall withdrew. The moon rose higher, then dipped down toward the peaks.
Much later the road started to twist and turn. It began to follow the curve of a rocky slope. The higher they climbed, the steeper the slope became, and soon they were walking with a cliff wall on one side and a precipice on the other. Still they strode onward.
Then she heard a faint noise ahead and Akkarin stopped. The sound came again.
A sneeze.
They crept forward to the next turn in the road. Akkarin reached out and squeezed her hand.
—That must be Riko, Akkarin sent.
In the faint moonlight, Sonea made out the dark shape of a man sitting on a rock beside the road. She could hear him shivering. As he rubbed his arms, something glinted on his finger. A blood ring, she guessed.
—Parika probably took his outer clothing from him to ensure he stayed awake, Akkarin added.
—This makes things difficult, Sonea replied. How are we going to get past the slave as well as his master? Do we trick both of them?
—Yes and no. The slave can be our bait. Are you ready?
—Yes.
It was not easy forcing herself to step past the turn in the
road, knowing that the man would see them. Riko was too wrapped up in his misery to see them at first. Then he looked up, leapt to his feet and fled.
Akkarin stopped, cursed loudly, then propelled Sonea backward.
"A slave!" he said, loud enough for Riko to hear. "There must be someone in the Pass. Come on."
They ran back down the road. Akkarin slowed and stared up at the rock walls on either side. He pulled Sonea to a halt. She felt the ground shift, then they were rising up in the air.
The cliff face sped past, then slowed and they moved into a shadow. Sonea felt her feet touch solid rock. The ledge Akkarin had set them upon was barely wide enough for her boots. She leaned back against the wall, her heart hammering.
A long silence followed in which the only sound was their breathing. Then a figure appeared below, walking cautiously around the turn in the road. It stopped. Akkarin's hand tightened around hers.
—He needs a little encouragement, Akkarin observed
.
From the distance came the sound of a rock skittering against the road. The figure took a step forward, then a light blazed into existence, flooding the area. Sonea caught her breath. The man was dressed in a fine coat and his hands glittered with jewels and precious metals.
—Great, she replied. Now he has only to look up and he'II see us.
—He won't.
A thin, hunched man shuffled up behind the Ichani.
"I saw—"
"I know what you saw. Go back and stay with—"
The Ichani suddenly broke into a half run. Looking down the road, Sonea saw that a light was visible behind the next turn, several hundred paces down the road. It was fading, as if moving away. She looked at Akkarin, guessing that he was the source of the light. His forehead was creased with a frown of concentration.
The Ichani hurried on, passed the turn and disappeared. When Sonea looked down again, the slave was gone. Akkarin drew in a deep breath.
—We haven't got much time. Let's hope Riko obeys his master promptly.
They descended to the road, then hurried on toward the Pass. At every step, Sonea was sure they would catch up with the slave, but it wasn't until several hundred paces later that they saw the man ahead of them.
Soon after, they saw a flickering light in the distance. A fire, Sonea saw with relief. She had dreaded that they would discover another Ichani. Riko reached the fire and sat down beside a younger woman.
Akkarin and Sonea drew closer, keeping to the shadows. The fire lit steep rock walls on either side of the road.
—We can't slip past without them noticing, Akkarin sent. Are you ready to run?
Sonea nodded.
—As ready as I'm going to get.
Akkarin did not move, however. She glanced at him, and saw that he was frowning.
—What is it?
—I should take the opportunity to divest Parika of his slaves. They will only be used against us later.
Sonea felt her blood go cold as she realized what he intended to do.
—But there is no time...
—Best make it quick, then.
He let go of her hand and started forward.
She bit back a protest. Killing the slaves made sense. Their strength would be used to kill Kyralians. Yet it seemed so cruel to kill people who had been victims all their lives. They hadn't chosen to be Ichani tools.
The woman was the first to notice Akkarin. She jumped up, then flew backward as a force slammed into her. She landed on the ground and lay still.
Riko had bolted down the road. As Akkarin broke into a run, Sonea dashed after him. Somewhere behind them, Parika would have seen the attack through the slave's blood ring. She paused only to look at the woman. Her eyes stared sightlessly at the sky.
At least it was quick, Sonea thought.
A light flared above Akkarin's head and he lengthened his stride. The road twisted about, but sloped downward now. Sonea caught no glimpses of the slave running ahead of them. She could not help hoping he would remain out of sight. Akkarin could not kill someone he could not see.
Then they heard a scream from the road ahead. Akkarin checked, then ran faster. He drew ahead of Sonea easily, rounding the next corner several strides before she did. As he reached the turn, she saw that the road ahead twisted sharply. It left the confining walls of the Pass, and hugged the steep side of a mountain. Akkarin was standing at the turn, looking over the precipice. She stopped beside him and peered over the edge, but saw only darkness below.
"He fell?"
"I think so," he panted. He looked at the road ahead. It curved along the side of the mountain for several hundred paces before it turned out of sight. "Nowhere ... to hide. He was . .. not that far ahead." He glanced behind, and his face hardened. "We must . . . keep going. If Parika follows . . . we'll be as exposed."
He started forward. They pounded along the road. When they passed the next turn, Sonea's relief turned to dismay when she saw another long stretch of exposed road. They kept running. Her back prickled, and she resisted the urge to glance over her shoulder.
Time stretched out as they sprinted on. The road descended steadily. The sense of urgency and fear faded. Weariness grew until it dominated all her thoughts. She healed it away.
Surely we can stop now, she thought, over and over. Parika wouldn't follow us into Kyralia, would he?
But Akkarin continued on.
How many times can I Heal myself like this? Can I damage my body doing it too often?
When Akkarin finally slowed to a walk, she let out a great sigh of relief. He chuckled, then put an arm around her shoulder. She looked around and realized they were walking between trees. The moon was gone. Akkarin reduced his
globe light to a faint glow. They walked for another long hour or more, then Akkarin steered her off the road.
"I think we've come far enough," he murmured.
"What if he follows us?"
"He won't. He won't enter Kyralia until Kariko does."
She felt soft, uneven ground beneath her feet. They walked for several minutes, then Akkarin stopped and sat down, his back to a tree. Sonea collapsed beside him.
"What now?" she asked, staring at the trees around them.
Akkarin pulled her close to his chest, and wrapped his arms around her.
"Sleep, Sonea," he whispered. "I will watch. We'll decide what to do next tomorrow."
27
A Surprise Meeting
No. It's too soon to wake up, Sonea thought. I'm still too tired.
But a growing feeling of unease would not let her slip back into sleep. Her back leaned against something warm; she was sitting mostly upright. She drew in a deep breath and felt the weight of arms around her. Akkarin's arms. She smiled, then opened her eyes.
Four slim, hair-covered legs stood before her. Horse's legs. Her heart skipped a beat and she looked up.
Familiar blue eyes stared back at her. Green robes, half-covered by a heavy black cloak, shone in the late morning sunlight. She felt her heart fill with joy and relief.
"Dorrien!" she gasped. "You have no idea how good it is to see you."
His expression was cold, however. The horse shifted its feet and shook its head. Sonea heard the snort of another nearby. She looked to one side and saw that four more riders waited several strides away, dressed in plain clothes.
Akkarin stirred, then drew in a deep breath.
"What are you doing here?" Dorrien demanded.
"I... we ..." Sonea shook her head. "I don't know where to start, Dorrien."
"We are here to warn you," Akkarin replied. She felt the vibration of his voice against her back. "The Ichani plan to enter Kyralia in the next few days."
His hands caught her shoulders and pushed her gently forward. She rose and stepped aside as he climbed to his feet.
"You are exiles," Dorrien's voice was low. "You cannot return to this land."
Akkarin's eyebrows rose. "Cannot?" he asked, straightening and crossing his arms.
"Do you intend to fight me?" Dorrien asked, his eyes glittering dangerously.
"No," Akkarin replied. "I intend to help you."
Dorrien's eyes narrowed. "We do not require your help," he snapped. "We require your absence."
Sonea stared at Dorrien. She had never seen him like this, so cold and full of hatred. He sounded like a stranger. A foolish, angry stranger.
Then she remembered how passionate he was about caring for the people in his village. He would risk everything to protect them. And if he still regarded her as he once had, finding her sleeping in Akkarin's arms would not put him in the best of moods . . .
"Dorrien," she said. "We would not have come back if we hadn't felt we must."
Dorrien glanced at her and scowled. "Whether you must return or not is for the Guild to judge. I have been ordered to watch the road and turn you back if you try to return," he said. "If you intend to remain, you will have to kill me first."
Sonea's he
art skipped a beat. A memory of the dead slave flashed though her mind. Surely Akkarin wouldn't. ..
"I don't have to kill you," Akkarin replied.
Dorrien's eyes were like two chips of ice. He opened his mouth to speak.
"We'll go back," Sonea said quickly. "But at least let us deliver our news first." She laid a hand on Akkarin's arm.
—He's thinking with his heart. If we give him time to think this over, he may be more reasonable.
Akkarin frowned at her, but did not argue. She turned back to find Dorrien regarding her closely.
"Very well," he said with obvious reluctance. "Tell me your news."
"You're watching the pass, so no doubt Lorlen has informed you of the threat from Sachaka. Yesterday morning, Sonea and I narrowly avoided capture by an Ichani named
Parika," Akkarin said. "From his conversation with his slave, we learned that Kariko and his allies plan to enter Kyralia in the next few days. Sonea and I intended to stay in Sachaka until the Guild satisfied itself that the Ichani were real and a threat, but time is running out. If the Guild want us to return and assist in the coming battle, we must be close enough to Imardin to reach it before the Ichani do."
Dorrien regarded Akkarin impassively. "Is that all?"
Sonea opened her mouth to tell him about the Ichani in the South Pass, but then she pictured Dorrien riding up into the mountains to investigate for himself. The Ichani would kill him. She choked back the words.
"At least let us rest here for today," she pleaded. "We are exhausted."
Dorrien's eyes slid to Akkarin and narrowed, then he glanced over his shoulder at the other riders.
"Gaden. Forren. Might the Guild loan your horses for a day?"
Sonea peered over the flank of Dorrien's horse at the men. They exchanged glances, then two began to dismount.
"I have no authority to grant you a day or even an hour in Kyralia," Dorrien said stiffly, as the men led their horses forward. "I will escort you to the Pass."
Akkarin eyes burned dangerously. Sonea felt him tense. She tightened her grip on his arm.
—No! Let me talk to him on the way. He will listen to me.
He turned to regard her, his expression skeptical. Sonea felt her face warm.
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