Darian giggled at the word play. "What-what do these dyheli look like?" Darian asked. "I mean, I've heard stories, about some of the things in Hawkbrother lands, but I've never seen any."
Snowfire smiled. "That, my friend, you are about to see for yourself. Look there-"
He pointed as they came around another of the ubiquitous vine curtains-and there, in a sunny meadow, was a small herd of something vaguely like deer with ghostlike coloration of pale beige and cream.
At least, they had four legs, hooves, and two delicately curved, unbranching horns on their heads. But the heads themselves were much larger than that of a deer, the enormous brown eyes looked more forward than a deer's did. But the biggest difference was in the shape of the skull; a small and delicate muzzle, comparatively speaking, but an elongated cranium, something that could easily contain a brain the size of a man's.
As he and Snowfire stood at the edge of the clearing, every dyheli head came up, the humans were examined closely, but swiftly, and then every dyheli head came down again, back to the important business of grazing.
Darian blinked at them in awe; he was no stranger to the concept of an intelligent, four-legged creature. After all, he was a native of Valdemar, and you'd have to have the brains of a wheel of cheese not to know all about Companions. But these creatures were so-different.
"Do they talk?" he asked in a whisper.
"Not like the hertasi do," came the reply. "The dyheli speak mind-to-mind. Some of us find it difficult to speak to them, as some of us are better at Mindspeech with non-humans than others." Snowfire smiled down at him. "I happen to be one of the lucky ones; I find it as easy to speak with them as I do with you. Easier, in fact, for I am not translating into a foreign tongue."
Darian turned his attention back to the dyheli. "I wonder if I could learn to talk to them," he mused out loud.
:Why not simply try?:
"Because I don't know if I can-" he began, then realized that Snowfire had not spoken aloud.
In fact, the voice he had heard had been entirely in his mind-and had not been Snowfire's.
One of the dyheli had raised his head again, and was walking toward them, his eyes centered on Darian. The delicate creature had no expression to read, but the voice in Darian's head was warm and amused. :It is a great advantage to speak this way, little brother,: the dyheli stag said to him. :It requires no translators, and it is very, very difficult to lie or be lied to. It tends to make all things level, as it were.:
Darian stared up into the stag's huge, brown eyes, and didn't realize that he was holding his breath until his lungs began to ache. Belatedly, he took a gasping breath of air, as Snowfire chuckled at his expression.
"Tyrsell tends to be a bit more direct than I do," he told Darian. "I would have waited to test you for Mindspeech, but his approach is to simply try it and see if you can Hear him. Well-I suppose this means that now I shall have to teach you to use that Gift-"
:Oh, not immediately; his natural shields are good enough to hold for now,: the stag replied lazily. :And if it comes to that, I'm as good a teacher as you are. Better, maybe-I've had more practice at it.:
"Are you volunteering?" Snowfire asked, as Darian felt his mind reeling under this latest revelation.
:Why not? The boy could use a competent teacher,: the stag replied teasingly. .-Actually, and more honestly, young Darian, you need a teacher with a little less to attend to than our friend Snowfire. I have more time to spare than he.: The stag lifted his head to look up into Snowfire's face. :But, I think, Snowfire, that it would be a good thing if you let me give Darian your language now. It would be better for him if he did not require a translator.:
Then, for several moments, the stag and Snowfire looked into each others' eyes, and Darian sensed that they were exchanging words that he couldn't "hear." Snowfire was frowning, as if he didn't agree with what was being said. Finally, though, the Hawkbrother sighed and nodded.
"Dar'ian," he said carefully, "I was going to work a very small magic that would allow you to understand our tongue-but as my friend and herd leader has just reminded me, he can do the same thing without magic, and with fewer problems. But-there are some things that will also happen that you might consider problems."
"Like what?" Darian asked immediately. Having people talking over his head and not being able to understand them had been making him very frustrated, although he had been too polite to say anything.
"It might hurt a little. It will definitely be a shock to your system. You might get some of his memories as well, or mine, since he will be taking the language of the Tayledras from my mind. They'd probably crop up in your dreams, and they might be disturbing. You already know that I am used to fighting. My friend is also a warrior-he has to be, or he couldn't lead the herd-and he knows how to use his weapons." Snowfire glanced at the dyheli's horns significantly.
"I don't care-I mean, I'd really like it if he could do that," Darian said quickly. Just at the moment, the idea that he might finally be able to understand all the people chattering around him made him almost sick with longing.
:Then look into my eyes, young one,: the dyheli commanded, and without another thought, Darian obeyed.
Time slowed, then stopped.
He came to himself lying flat on the grass, gazing up at the blue sky, feeling very much as if someone had kicked his feet out from underneath him.
"I did warn you," Snowfire said, holding out a hand to help him up-and as Darian took it and clambered clumsily to his feet, lightning flashes and glitter dancing in his eyes, he suddenly realized that the language had not been Valdemaran.
"So you did," he agreed, and to his delight, he realized a moment later that he had replied in the Hawkbrother tongue without thinking about it. He felt the back of his head gingerly, but the ground had been nicely cushioned with grass, and there was no knot on his skull, which was a good thing. He did have a headache, though, which felt as if someone had taken the top off his skull, looked inside, stirred the contents up a bit, and then replaced the skull top and left him lying in the grass.
"Are you quite all right?" Snowfire asked him, with concern.
"I think so, but I've got a headache," he admitted as he rubbed his temples. "It doesn't seem to want to go away." Then he realized that he had not yet thanked Tyrsell, and he flushed.
"Thank you very much, sir," he said, turning hastily to the waiting dyheli, and bowing a little. "I hope I don't sound as if I'm complaining, because I'm not! Being able to understand people-" He groped for words.
.'Being able to understand people will prevent you from feeling like such an outsider,: the stag said smoothly. :You have quite enough troubles without that added to your burden. Being able to understand their words will help you to understand them. And you are quite welcome; be sure to come to me when you have time for a lesson in Mindspeech. Until then, 1 hope you learn to enjoy being among us. It is the way of a herd to encompass and support.:
Darian said that he would, reflecting that at least a dyheli would not be able to smack his fingers with a rod like the Widow Clay who had taught him his letters had. The stag nodded and moved back toward his herd, flowing over the grass in a way that hardly resembled walking.
Darian steadied himself against Snowfire for a few long minutes. His head felt compressed, twisted, and then expanded again to a size larger than his skin could hold. There were words for things he had never seen inside his mind now, and images associated with rituals and crafts, and trees and plants, and women and men, and clothing and tools, and names for all of them. There were even some images of things he did not want to understand, and a few that he didn't think he was quite old enough for. There were even names for tastes he had never tasted, and feelings his body had never known. Darian would have felt disassociated and frightened enough to scream, if it weren't for the effect of hopeful wonderment these new words were having upon him. So many great things had now touched him, and were a part of him, and there was a spark inside him-now that
he had names, he wanted to learn the meanings.
"Well, if you have a headache," Snowfire said gently after a few minutes, "then this will be a good excuse to go find Nightwind and introduce you to the third species that is with us on this expedition." Snowfire patted him on the shoulder and rubbed at Darian's back a bit, companionably. "Nightwind can get you a soothing-potion, and you can meet Kelvren."
"Who's Kelvren?" Darian asked, both curious and a little apprehensive. His headache had subsided from the worst disorientation, and he tried to remember what the other non-human races were that Snowfire had mentioned. One was kyree, and one was tervardi-
"Oh, I think you'll like him a great deal," Snowfire said with a chuckle. "Though you mustn't let him intimidate you. He won't try to intimidate you, it is simply that sometimes, his people do, just by being themselves. Kelvren is- a gryphon."
FIVE
Snowfire had been struck speechless when Tyrsell offered to "give" Darian the Tayledras language. Just what is he planning, here? he asked himself-not with any suspicion that Tyrsell intended any kind of wrong, but because of what that "gift" would entail. For one thing, Snowfire certainly hadn't expected the dyheli to make any such offer, and for another, it was definitely an offer of far more than appeared on the surface.
: What do you think you're doing?: he asked the stag. :Not that this isn't a great deal more expedient, but the boy has no idea what this is going to mean to him!:
:That is precisely why I suggested it,: Tyrsell replied calmly, blinking as lazily as if he had suggested a change of grazing spots. :In this case, it is quite true that although what he does not know about what we'll have to do is not going to hurt him, what he doesn't know about the Mind-Gifts is, and if by taking a few shortcuts we can keep his own budding abilities from harming him-and, not so incidentally, us-where's the wrong?:
-.The wrong is in the deception,: Snowfire told him severely. :You're deceiving him into thinking this is something very simple.:
:What deception? He won't care about what we have to do to put the knowledge in his mind, he's only interested in the results.: Tyrsell, as was the case with most of the dyheli, had a slightly different perspective on morality than humans did. To Snowfire's mind, this was one of the two-edged swords of being allies with nonhumans. Dyheli focused on expediency, hertasi saw no harm in meddling in private affairs because hertasi had no such thing as a "private affair," and gryphons were downright bloody-minded at times.
:And he is rightly concerned only with results, too,: Tyrsell continued. :We know that the fact is that we'll have to establish links and shields in order to get that knowledge into him, but that's of no concern to him. He could care less, and since those links and shields are not only not going to harm him, but are actually going to help him, I think that the fact that we'll have to put them in place without his actual consent is irrelevant.:
Snowfire couldn't put into words why he objected to the dyheli's high-handed assumption that mucking about with someone else's mind didn't matter as long as the results were good-but he Sent his feelings about it as forcefully as he could.
Tyrsell remained calm, switching his tail to ward off some troublesome flies as he continued to bombard Snow-fire with impersonal logic, his eyes warm and serene above the dark cheek-stripes that made his face look like a painted mask. : Let's look at this from the position of efficiency. Can you really afford the time, effort, and energy it would take to give him the language magically? Of course not. Can you keep shepherding him around and translating for him? That's equally absurd. Can you explain to him what links and shields are in a way he'll understand right now, given that you are not only working with someone who doesn't have the understanding of Mind-Gifts, but are having to translate from your language to his? Not a chance. So, by doing this, you free yourself for other work, you give him some much-needed autonomy, and you keep him from being
overwhelmed if his Gift of Mindspeech suddenly decides to develop. What would you, what could you do if it decided to flower overnight at a time when you were off on a scouting sortie or trying to fend off those barbarians? Expect Win-tersky to take care of it? He's barely into controlling his own Mindspeech as it is! Leave it to Starfall? And just how is he supposed to hold the matrices at the same time? Nightwind's Mindspeech is rudimentary; she hasn't the tools to teach a beginner. And who else is there he will trust?:
Snowfire frowned, but he had to admit that Tyrsell was right. : You come perilously close to amorality,: he told the dyheli.
.•Never. My morality is just that of the herd, that the herd is more important than a single member; and when it comes to it, your morals are the same. Didn't you just say that if it would save the world from another Ma 'ar, you wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice yourself and the boy and anyone else?: Tyrsell held his head up and looked Snowfire right in the eyes, challenging him stallion to stallion, daring him to deny what he had told Starfall not more than a few moments ago.
.I said, I'd sacrifice volunteers-: he replied weakly, but Tyrsell had him, and they both knew it. :You win,: he admitted. .-This time.:
:And next time, you may.: Now that the challenge was over, Tyrsell was perfectly amiable again. :Don't worry so much about winning arguments, my friend. Concentrate on keeping the herd intact and in good health.:
Darian was pathetically eager to have the ability to understand those around him, and from the little Snowfire could sense from him, he would have been willing to get it at almost any cost. That soothed his raw conscience a little. After he'd given his immediate consent, the boy waited expectantly, eyes focused on Tyrsell's, for the magic to happen.
:Get ready to catch him,: the dyheli warned, and reached out to seize the boy's mind. This was the greatest Gift the herd leaders had; the ability to overwhelm any mind not heavily shielded-and many that were-without any damage to that mind whatsoever. This was how a herd leader could guide his frightened followers to safety when they were hysterical with terror and unable to think or reason. He could seize as many as a dozen minds at once or even more, and use those he controlled to guide the rest of the herd behind him. Dyheli never seemed to resent this, perhaps because herd morality was as deeply a part of them as individuality was for Tayledras. This was how the herd leaders were chosen. Instead of grappling horn-to-horn as their distant ancestors had, they fought mind-to-mind, and the strongest mind, or the one with the most endurance, won the right to father the next generation and guide this one.
A moment later, Snowfire caught the child as he collapsed, all his joints suddenly gone loose, every muscle limp. He laid Darian down carefully in a spot of sun on the grass, and lowered all his own shields, joining his mind as intimately to Tyrsell's as he ever had to Hweel's. More so, perhaps, since that melding was so natural a part of a dyheli's mind.
With the two of them working as one, the speed with which they built temporary shields around Darian's mind was literally that of thought. Then Snowfire formed a deep link to Darian below the level of thought itself, so deep that the boy would never know it was there, and never detect any difference in the way he felt. While he held that link wide open, Tyrsell went to work on Snowfire's memories. The herd leader extracted, not only the language of the Tayledras, but the knowledge of the language, and placed it carefully into the boy's own memories, building it up from the level just above instinct, the way that a baby learns. Now Darian would not have to think to translate-he would have the Tayledras tongue as if he had been bilingual from his very first word.
In this fashion, Tyrsell's way was infinitely better than the spell and Mindtouch that Snowfire had used to learn Valdemaran. Snowfire made a mental note to one day ask Darian-once the boy really knew what he was consenting to-to allow Tyrsell to reverse the process, and give Snow-fire such a sure knowledge of the language of Valdemar.
Tyrsell was swift and certain; there was something about the way that a dyheli's mind worked that (when they had Tyrsell's particular Gifts) made them instinctive geniuses at laying in language
-paths. In the time it took Snowfire's heart to take three, slow beats, Tyrsell was done. He withdrew his mind first, leaving Snowfire to close all but the deep-link path behind him, and setting the shields he had laid in place to fade as the boy took over his own shielding needs. Darian would hear and understand any deliberate Mindtouch on the part of any dyheli or Tayledras, but no one could force his mind open, or really do anything other than talk with him. And Darian would never hear unwanted thoughts intruding on him if his ability to Mindhear suddenly became more than the close-range, rudimentary ability he had now.
As Snowfire withdrew and made some swift observations of the boy's potential Gifts, he realized that such a thing was far more likely than he had thought when Tyrsell first proposed this operation. Perhaps it was the sheer number of traumas that the boy had passed through, but-well, going abruptly from "normal" to wide open was a very real possibility.
And it was a good thing that Snowfire had the deep-link in place. At that level, he would not eavesdrop on the boy's private thoughts, but he would know if Darian was in distress, he would know if any of the boy's potentials suddenly opened up, and he would be able to track Darian if he somehow got separated from the Tayledras encampment.
Tyrsell had certainly noticed the same things, and very diplomatically did not say "I told you so." :A neat piece of work,: was all he said, and about that moment, the boy awoke-probably with a splitting headache. Still, Snowfire thought, not without sympathy, the spell would have given him as bad a headache, and maybe worse.
Darian's words and actions confirmed that diagnosis, but he still remained polite enough despite the pain to thank Tyrsell for his efforts. Snowfire noted with pleasure that he spoke Tayledras with the unconscious ease of a native.
Tyrsell lost all interest in the boy now that the work was complete; that, too, was typical of dyheli, and because Snowfire was used to it, he wasn't at all offended. Darian was too preoccupied with his headache to notice what could have been considered very rude behavior, but was really only more dyheli "expediency."
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