After a time, he speaks. "Gero. Have my carriage made ready. I will need two guards."
"Yes, ser."
"You doubt that two will be enough?" Amusement etches the resonant tones.
"No, ser. But… is it not… not…"
"Dangerous to try to cross the mist barriers? Very—she could have been burned. She should have been burned. Those two innocent idiots have not the faintest image of what they have done. But she is here, and we will see."
"Yes, ser."
Brill's eyes drop back to the images in the mirror pond.
6
Anna tried not to sigh after she took another swallow from the earthenware mug. "Let's get back to the point. Why couldn't you have found a sorceress here on… Erde, is it?"
Daffyd looked down at the planks again, just like a student who hadn't learned his music. Instead of answering her, he glanced at Jenny. "A mirror peek at Brill's hall?" His voice was almost plaintive.
Jenny glared at Daffyd, but he just looked back dumbly, his big dark eyes wide and imploring. After what seemed an interminable silence, Jenny cleared her throat. "If you would not mind… lady…"
"Anna. No, I would not mind." Maybe, just maybe, whatever Jenny did would shed some light on what these people called sorcery.
"Daffyd? The looking song?"
Daffyd turned slowly and lifted the viola out from its case. Then came the bow, and he lifted the instrument to his shoulder and tucked it under his chin. Then he stroked the bow across the strings.
Jenny turned toward the mirror and cleared her throat, then lifted her hand, and gave a rough tempo, then dropped the hand.
Daffyd began to play, and Jenny to sing.
"Mirror, mirror on my wall, Show now me the Lord Brill's hall. Show it bright, and show it fast, and make that strong view well last."
The mirror shimmered, then filled with colors. Anna swallowed and looked at the scene in the wall mirror. A blue carriage rolled through a gate in a tall stone wall, pulled by four black horses. The gates looked to be of heavy timbers, and there were turrets or guard towers on each side of the wall above the gate.
Sorcery—was it just the combination of words, song, and accompaniment? Just? Anna almost laughed. Jenny's words, simple as they had sounded, had been perfectly pitched and matched to Daffyd's equally simple melody. She doubted that many undergraduate students could have done that well, and that didn't take into account the words.
"There be Lord Brill's carriage on its way here, no doubt," Jenny said dryly.
"Here?" Anna asked.
"He has a magic pool that tells him everything," Daffyd said glumly, closing the viola and bow up in the canvas case. ' 'We had best leave. You can go to my sister Dalila''s in Synope. Lord Brill can't leave Mencha until Lord Barjim's fort is done," Daffyd said hurriedly.
"Why would I want to go to Synope?" Anna glanced from Daffyd to Jenny. "By the way, where is Synope?"
"You have to go."
"I'd like to know why," Anna persisted. Once again, it felt like all the people around her were making the decisions.
"You just have to."
"Why?"
Daffyd looked to Jenny. "You asked for a strong sorceress," Jenny said.
"Young Daffyd, I'm not going anywhere just because someone says so," Anna explained. "Why should I flee? Will this Lord Brill try to turn me into dust with a song?"
Daffyd winced "That's what he did to Da."
"It doesn't matter, Daffyd," Jenny said. "Lord Brill's carriage is already too close, and your mount couldn't outrun it carrying double."
Daffyd sighed.
Anna wanted to sigh as well. Had her insistence on trying to figure out the situation just made it that much worse? Was her life always going to be like that—a choice between reacting blindly, not knowing the situation, or trying to figure out the unknown rules and finding she was hopelessly behind by the time she did figure them out?
"Let's go and meet him," she suggested. Much as she hated confrontation, she'd learned long ago that running from it only made things worse.
Again, the other two exchanged the kind of glance that confirmed they thought she was truly out of her mind.
Anna stood, folded the unnecessary trench coat over her arm, and picked up her purse. She walked toward the door she hoped was the right one.
Daffyd stepped forward and opened the heavy wooden door, and Anna could sense the ovenlike heat outside. No wonder everyone wore such light clothes. She stepped out onto the porch. Despite the shade provided by the overhanging eaves, the air seemed to scorch her, almost taking her breath away, and, under her gown, she could feel the near-instant perspiration building. The sun seemed high in the sky—it certainly wasn't late afternoon, as it had been in Ames. She glanced at her watch—the hands showed five-forty, and she didn't think they were moving. She looked again. The brass of the watch looked tarnished, somehow. It was an inexpensive watch, a cheap replacement for the one her father had given her when she'd gotten her master's. The graduation watch had broken beyond repair the same week Irenia had been killed.
Anna swallowed, trying to ignore the fact that her new watch had stopped, that her daughter was dead, that… that… all too many things—and the heat—by studying what she could see of Mencha.
Perhaps a hundred feet from where she stood was another cottage—low and thick-walled with stucco or plaster peeling away from the crosswoven stick frame in places. A few browned stalks drooped in a square stone-ringed space that had once been a garden. To her right, across a rutted dirt lane, was another cottage, one whose plaster appeared intact, and whose small garden was green, rather than brown.
Daffyd joined her, carrying his viola case. As Anna looked at the young man, she realized that she was almost as tall as he was, and that she towered over Jenny. At five-four, she wasn't that tall, either. Was everyone on Erde short?
"How big is Mencha?" Anna asked after a moment.
"Maybe two deks across." Daffyd turned toward the dirt lane.
"What is a dek?"
"Ten furls."
Patiently, Anna asked the next question. "How long is a furl?"
"For a sorceress, you don't know much."
Anna asked again. "How long?"
"Ten rods."
"How big is—" Anna began.
"Ten yards in a rod."
"And a yard is about this long?" Anna approximated thirty-six inches with her hands.
"Something like that," Daffyd answered, looking from her back toward the lane.
"How many people live in Mencha?"
"A hundred households, perhaps," answered Jenny, as she closed the door to the cottage behind her.
Anna wanted to scream. Trying to find out anything would take foreverl And by the time she did, everyone would think she was a dizzy blonde. "How far away is Lord Brill's palace?"
"He has a hall, not a palazzio," snorted Daffyd. "Only the Nesereans have palazzios."
"I'd like to see how well you do in my world," Anna snapped. "His hall can't be far, not if his carriage would catch us immediately."
Daffyd gestured toward the cottage wall, as if pointing through the structure. "It's on the hill, overlooking the Syn-ope road. That's less than three deks." He added, as if anticipating a question, "That's not quite half a league."
"A league?"
"Ten deks."
Anna's thoughts swirled with the unfamiliar measurements, but she guessed that Brill's hall was south of Mencha, assuming that directions weren't as strange as everything else on Erde. What should she do? Daffyd hadn't wanted her to meet Brill, yet he seemed resigned.
"What should I watch for with Lord Brill?" she asked.
Daffyd's mouth opened, then closed.
"Go on," she said. "You don't trust him, but you seem to think that I'll do what he wants just because I wouldn't do what you wanted."
"He talks fine, lady," Jenny said. "They say he's a fine wit, and offers a right good table, but many folk leave his hall changed."
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"Changed?"
"Or with the wind, like dust." Daffyd bit off each word and spat it out.
"They think he's a right fine lord, when they didn't when they went to sup," Jenny said.
"Sorcery?" Anna asked.
"What else?" answered Daffyd.
"Speaking of the Lord Brill, that dust'd be his carriage," Jenny offered, pointing past the yellowing oak and beyond the lane.
Anna could see a smudge of brown beyond several huts or hovels. Compared to them, Jenny's cottage was palatial. Anna wanted to shake her head. Instead, she used her handkerchief to blot her forehead, gently. For what it was worth, she didn't need smeared makeup on top of everything else.
"Has to be," said Daffyd. " 'Sides Essoles, he's got the only carriage in Mencha, and Essoles sent his wife to Wei. She took the carriage."
Anna looked at Daffyd, wishing he would explain.
The young man saw her look. "You wouldn't know that. Some say the dark ones are going to send their gray legions through the Sand Pass before winter. That's why Lord Bar-jim's here. He paid Lord Brill solid silver to raise that fort. Last fall, in the dry months, not that they have not all been dry, he had Brill raise a dam just beyond the pass road. Elwiss told me that there's a moat there where they can open a water gate and wash away anyone below the wall."
" 'Gainst the dark ones, it won't be enough," offered Jenny.
The sound of hoofs on hard soil, and the faint rumble of iron tires, announced the arrival of the coach. Anna turned back toward the lane as the carriage rolled across the parched ground almost to the porch of the cottage, where the blue-clad driver reined in the four blacks. The carriage rolled to a halt. The blue-lacquered finish gleamed in the hazy afternoon sunshine, and the door flipped open. A slender and balding man attired entirely in blue velvet stepped out.
Without a word, the sorcerer or whatever he was stepped onto the porch. In her heels, Anna was slightly taller than he was, but he doffed his velvet cap, and bowed. "You do us honor, noble lady. I am Lord Brill."
Despite the kindly appearing smile and the faint twinkle in his eye, Anna didn't feel quite right about the sorcerer.
He didn't call her a sorceress, Anna noted. Did that mean he wasn't sure, or was he being polite? What should she do? With a curtsey, the affected kind all the Met sopranos used, she replied, "You do me the honor, lord."
"I would like to do you greater honor, lady, by offering my hall as your residence for so long as you find necessary."
"You are indeed kind as well as honorable." Anna didn't quite choke on the words. Just think of it like university politics, she told herself. Just more politics. "Most kind." How honorable Brill might be was another question.
"Might I inquire as to how you prefer to be called?''
"I am Anna."
"Lady Anna," mused the sorcerer. "Neither the pools nor the books offer guidance for that name, and that may prove most… liberating. We all could use some freedom in dealing with the dark ones." He smiled again. "But I stray from your comfort."
Anna offered a smile, the polite, political kind that wasn't quite automatic.
"Well, young Daffyd," said Brill cheerfully, turning to the black-haired young man. "Like always, you've done the right thing for the wrong reason. And both you and Lady Anna were lucky, most lucky. And so were you, Jenny. Great works from innocents. Still, the dark ones are on the move, and Lord Barjim would give his left leg for a true sorceress. I trust you'll be back in your quarters before supper."
"Yes, ser." Daffyd bowed.
"As for you, Jenny… we may be needing you as well." Brill smiled and added pleasantly. "I wouldn't be traveling too far."
"Yes, Lord Brill." Jenny inclined her head.
The sorcerer turned back to Anna, his eyes and mouth smiling. "If you would… Do you need assistance?''
"I'm fine." Anna took the two wooden steps off the porch and walked across the dirt that seemed to grab at her high heels. She paused at the iron step to the carriage, marveling at the details, from the scrolled ironwork to the velvet upholstered seats and the brass impressed panels above the seat backs.
"You will find it quite comfortable, I'm certain," Brill said reasonably. "I apologize for the long step up, but one doesn't find mounting blocks everywhere."
"I'll manage." Anna took a slightly deeper breath and, holding the right-hand railing, also lacquered in blue, pulled herself up and into the carriage. As she sat down, more heavily than she intended, she could almost feel the carriage flex.
Brill stepped up into the carriage and closed the lacquered metal door, sealing the heat in with them. He sat on the side seat opposite Anna, his back to the driver. Without explaining, he hummed for an instant, then sang:
"Cool this space and chill the air; keep us healthy, fresh, and fair…"
When the sorcerer finished, the heat receded, almost as though the carriage were air-conditioned. He wiped his forehead, and took a deep breath. "That will not last long, but long enough for us to reach my hall. It is a far more suitable place for a lady such as you." The brown-flecked eyes twinkled as the balding man boldly studied Anna.
Anna again caught the humorous overtones in the words. "And why might that be, Lord Brill?"
Brill made a gesture toward the small carriage windows whose perfect glass revealed the sunbaked and cracked ground, the yellow-tinged oak tree at the end of the cottage and the two figures on the porch.
"Is it not obvious?"
Anna nodded slowly, but ever since leaving A very—and before—she had come to distrust the obvious, especially when someone pointed it out.
"You offer a gesture of agreement, Lady Anna, but not one that is more than perfunctory."
"I guess I'm inclined to reserve judgment on many things until I'm more familiar with your world."
"Is that why you did not ride off with young Daffyd?" Brill laughed softly. "I do not read thoughts, but he was angry. He wrote the spell that summoned you, and taught it to Jenny, obviously. She is a rote-sorceress, adequate but without much inspiration. Still, it is enough to gain her a house as a woman alone, and that is much in these days. He is talented, but his voice is not good enough to hold spells. His playing is far better than his father's, and he doesn't hum that distracting monotone the way Culain did. Young Daffyd still does not understand how often or how deeply his father has jeopardized me. Or how much he jeopardized you."
"You turned him into dust for humming?" asked Anna, her voice as emotionless as she could make it.
"What else could I do? He kept getting worse, and, if I let him go, he'd have been picked up by the dark ones in days, and they'd have the fruits of my works to use against Defalk."
Anna's eyes flicked from the earnest-sounding sorcerer to the windows at the change in the sound of the carriage team's hoofs. The carriage was headed down a stone-paved street, with a handful of buildings on either side,, but both pavement and buildings passed quickly, and the carriage seemed headed away from the town.
"Here, unlike your world, Lady Anna, sorcery is a dangerous business. The slightest improper inflection, the wrong thought-image of a word, or any distraction can cause a spell to fail—or to have unintended consequences."
Anna frowned. Hadn't Daffyd said that spells either worked or failed? Was Brill lying? The inside of the carriage was getting warmer, and she wanted to rub her forehead.
"You understand, I see. But young Daffyd does not." Brill sighed. "I can only hope he will come to understand before it is too late."
Anna pursed her lips. None of it made sense. If Brill were so evil, and if he could turn someone into dust, why hadn't he just turned Daffyd into dust? Or was that because he needed Anna? Was Daffyd what he seemed? But she usually had a good sense of people, and the young man had impressed her as honest—confused, but honest. And what about Daffyd being lucky—or her being lucky? She already had too many questions.
The carriage started uphill, and the horses' hoofs clicked once more on stone.
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nbsp; Anna leaned forward to study the structure. The off-white stone walls were high enough not to be squat, but not high enough to soar either, and the three sides she could see seemed to form a hexagon, with the gate she had glimpsed in Jenny's mirror centered in the middle section. The walls were not crenelated, and besides the higher towers straddling the gate, there were additional towers—one at each apex of the hexagon. Impressive for something called a hall, she thought.
The iron-bound gates swung shut behind the carriage with a heavy clunk that sounded as she imagined a prison door would. Anna forced a smile.
"There," said the sorcerer with visible relief. "I hope the dark ones didn't scry you, but, if they did, they won't know too much." Brill frowned. "How long were you there in Jenny's cottage?"
"Not very long." It was Anna's turn to frown. "Why?"
"It would be better if they didn't know you were here."
"Who? And why?"
Brill laughed the same amused and soft laugh. "I beg your pardon, Lady Anna. I will explain more when you are refreshed. For now, let me just say that the dark ones would destroy all of Liedwahr, and kill all of its sorcerers, including you and me, in the name of what they call reason. Since you are here, you can help."
"Why should I?" Anna's tone was curious.
"You could be one of the most powerful sorceresses in Liedwahr, not just Defalk, but you have much to learn," Brill answered reasonably. "Unless you want to take the risk of dying in fire, you'll need to learn about Liedwahr. I intend to help you." The carriage rolled to a gentle stop.
All Anna could see through the small carriage windows were walls of identical stones, each like marble, each tinted light blue. "I imagine so," she said sweetly, trying to keep from grinding her teeth.
"Not for your body, lovely as it appears, but because I would prefer to remain whole and intact, and it will take the power of every sorcerer in Defalk, and all the armsmen Lord Barjim can raise, to stop the dark ones."
"Who are the dark ones?"
"The Dark Monks of Ebra, though their sacred source is in the mountains around Vult."
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