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. Our first proof if you can call it proof that the troubles besetting court andthe peculiar difficulties with this magician may actually be tied together, Halfrid said,stroking his white beard. Hmmm& Tyron went back to the window, wishing once again he could talk to Wren andConnor.If he were a bird, say, he could fly across the mountains and Turning suddenly to face his seniors, he said, I think I know what can be done. They looked up at him. You won t like it. We ll be the judges of that, Mistress Leila said. You ll say it s dangerous and crazy and foolhardy Give over, then, my boy, Halfrid said, with a ghost of a chuckle. But Wren would say, If I can do it, anyone can. Mistress Leila pursed her lips and Halfrid s white eyebrows rose. Keep talking, he invited.When her scry-stone was safely stowed in the bag, Wren waited for some kind ofcomment from Connor.Instead he sat there, his head bowed.She could not see hisface in the darkness, so she had no clue to his thoughts. Connor? His head came up. So that s what scrying feels like, he said. I ve felt thatbefore.Yesterday.The day of the storm.And just a while ago. Wren whistled softly. Really? Who was scrying you? I don t know.I just had that same feeling, like someone was with me inside myhead.Only then it came with a sense of danger.Each time I looked around, saw noone, and then thrust the matter out of my mind.Eventually the feeling vanished and Ithought no more of it. Then you must have somehow managed to do the door-closing thing naturally, Wren said. Didn t they teach you about scrying when you were a magic student? I never made it that far, Connor said. They didn t test you? Had me look into a stone once.Nothing happened.And I never felt that feelingbefore, at least not when I was a student.The first time was after the storm no, heamended, his voice reflective. The first time was last year, when we were in themountains outside Senna Lirwan.I felt we were being watched almost the entire timewe were flying on the chrauchans, but it was a reassuring feeling.I don t know quitehow to explain it.Anyway, so much happened to us afterward, I quite forgot about ituntil now. The Sendimerys twins were scrying us when we flew through the mountains.Tyron told me that later.So you felt them and neither Tyron nor I did.Now, that sa strange thing. Connor shrugged. I can t figure it out, Wren said. You can t do magic, but you can feelsomeone scrying you and close it off. Connor shrugged again, his expression unreadable in the moonlight. It doesn tmake sense to me, either, any more than it makes sense that I can communicate withanimals when I touch them.All animals.Except birds with them all I have to do issee them to know their thoughts. I ll tell you one thing, Wren said, if you didn t get rid of this sneezeweed of amagician right away, then the sneezeweed has figured out where we are. Her handsdove into her pack. I d better scry no! I can t. Connor nodded. If you do, we risk being overheard, right? Right.And anyway, what can they do? They can t come to us, and we can t goto them. Right, Connor said, rising to his feet. Let s get moving to Pelsir. Wren shivered, grabbed her belongings, and they strode uphill toward the darkwestern mountain peaks.Connor spotted the first sign of trouble almost right away, and only because ofhis gift.As they toiled up the trail at their fastest, Connor listened out of habit for anyother signs of life, human or otherwise.When he sensed the spybird, the evil intent in its mind startled him.Withoutthinking he put out a hand and grabbed Wren by the collar.She promptly ducked atonce under a low, thick-growing shrub.Connor dropped beside her and shut his eyes, listening with that mysterious innersense until the bird passed beyond a far mountain peak.When he opened his eyes, Wren s moonlit form was waiting nearby. Well? she said, just a little sharply. I m sorry I grabbed you like that.It was a spybird, and someone was using it&oh, like that scrying business, Connor said, struggling for the right words. I don tknow quite how to explain it. Bad magic. Wren s tone changed. I heard that some magicians can put anenchantment on other creatures, then look through their eyes with their scry-stones,in order to see what they see.Supposedly, really mighty sorcerers like the Emperorof Sveran Djur can do it to people, not just to animals, but that might just befireside talk. The idea of that made Connor s skin crawl.He shook himself, then said, We dbetter make speed, then.This sorcerer knows the general area we are in, which mustmean searchers are on the way. Wren hefted her knapsack and they set out again, both keeping careful watch, notjust around them, but also on the skies above.A short time later they scrambled over the top of an especially steep rise, thenstopped to stare at the huge fortress sitting atop a big mountain to the west, glowingwith countless dots of ruddy firelight. That s it, Connor said, trying to catch his breath. Pelsir. Safety, Wren added. All we have to do is get down this mountain and up thenext one in order to reach it. Connor stared through the airy distance.The sense of magic in the mountains wasstrong, so strong that it gave him a peculiar sense of weightlessness.As if he couldjust stretch out his arms, leap off this cliff and fly.A moment of vertigo overtook him.He felt unsteady, as if his feet were alreadymoving toward the cliff edge.He stumbled back, fear freezing his thoughts. Connor? Wren s voice was sharp with sudden worry. Nothing, he said. I think we d better get going. Fog coming. Wren pointed back toward the east. Slows us up a little, but itwill also slow anyone looking for us. Good. They found a narrow animal trail and started down, soon losing themselves in athick forest of tall conifers.They walked in silence.Fog had begun to obscure thetreetops when Connor, glancing up, saw a strange glow reflecting off the mist. Wren look! Almost as soon as he said it, the glowing thing cleared a wisp of fog and driftedinto view.Terror struck at Connor when he saw a huge serpent-shape drift throughthe branches directly above their path. What is that? Oh! Wren gasped in relief [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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. Our first proof if you can call it proof that the troubles besetting court andthe peculiar difficulties with this magician may actually be tied together, Halfrid said,stroking his white beard. Hmmm& Tyron went back to the window, wishing once again he could talk to Wren andConnor.If he were a bird, say, he could fly across the mountains and Turning suddenly to face his seniors, he said, I think I know what can be done. They looked up at him. You won t like it. We ll be the judges of that, Mistress Leila said. You ll say it s dangerous and crazy and foolhardy Give over, then, my boy, Halfrid said, with a ghost of a chuckle. But Wren would say, If I can do it, anyone can. Mistress Leila pursed her lips and Halfrid s white eyebrows rose. Keep talking, he invited.When her scry-stone was safely stowed in the bag, Wren waited for some kind ofcomment from Connor.Instead he sat there, his head bowed.She could not see hisface in the darkness, so she had no clue to his thoughts. Connor? His head came up. So that s what scrying feels like, he said. I ve felt thatbefore.Yesterday.The day of the storm.And just a while ago. Wren whistled softly. Really? Who was scrying you? I don t know.I just had that same feeling, like someone was with me inside myhead.Only then it came with a sense of danger.Each time I looked around, saw noone, and then thrust the matter out of my mind.Eventually the feeling vanished and Ithought no more of it. Then you must have somehow managed to do the door-closing thing naturally, Wren said. Didn t they teach you about scrying when you were a magic student? I never made it that far, Connor said. They didn t test you? Had me look into a stone once.Nothing happened.And I never felt that feelingbefore, at least not when I was a student.The first time was after the storm no, heamended, his voice reflective. The first time was last year, when we were in themountains outside Senna Lirwan.I felt we were being watched almost the entire timewe were flying on the chrauchans, but it was a reassuring feeling.I don t know quitehow to explain it.Anyway, so much happened to us afterward, I quite forgot about ituntil now. The Sendimerys twins were scrying us when we flew through the mountains.Tyron told me that later.So you felt them and neither Tyron nor I did.Now, that sa strange thing. Connor shrugged. I can t figure it out, Wren said. You can t do magic, but you can feelsomeone scrying you and close it off. Connor shrugged again, his expression unreadable in the moonlight. It doesn tmake sense to me, either, any more than it makes sense that I can communicate withanimals when I touch them.All animals.Except birds with them all I have to do issee them to know their thoughts. I ll tell you one thing, Wren said, if you didn t get rid of this sneezeweed of amagician right away, then the sneezeweed has figured out where we are. Her handsdove into her pack. I d better scry no! I can t. Connor nodded. If you do, we risk being overheard, right? Right.And anyway, what can they do? They can t come to us, and we can t goto them. Right, Connor said, rising to his feet. Let s get moving to Pelsir. Wren shivered, grabbed her belongings, and they strode uphill toward the darkwestern mountain peaks.Connor spotted the first sign of trouble almost right away, and only because ofhis gift.As they toiled up the trail at their fastest, Connor listened out of habit for anyother signs of life, human or otherwise.When he sensed the spybird, the evil intent in its mind startled him.Withoutthinking he put out a hand and grabbed Wren by the collar.She promptly ducked atonce under a low, thick-growing shrub.Connor dropped beside her and shut his eyes, listening with that mysterious innersense until the bird passed beyond a far mountain peak.When he opened his eyes, Wren s moonlit form was waiting nearby. Well? she said, just a little sharply. I m sorry I grabbed you like that.It was a spybird, and someone was using it&oh, like that scrying business, Connor said, struggling for the right words. I don tknow quite how to explain it. Bad magic. Wren s tone changed. I heard that some magicians can put anenchantment on other creatures, then look through their eyes with their scry-stones,in order to see what they see.Supposedly, really mighty sorcerers like the Emperorof Sveran Djur can do it to people, not just to animals, but that might just befireside talk. The idea of that made Connor s skin crawl.He shook himself, then said, We dbetter make speed, then.This sorcerer knows the general area we are in, which mustmean searchers are on the way. Wren hefted her knapsack and they set out again, both keeping careful watch, notjust around them, but also on the skies above.A short time later they scrambled over the top of an especially steep rise, thenstopped to stare at the huge fortress sitting atop a big mountain to the west, glowingwith countless dots of ruddy firelight. That s it, Connor said, trying to catch his breath. Pelsir. Safety, Wren added. All we have to do is get down this mountain and up thenext one in order to reach it. Connor stared through the airy distance.The sense of magic in the mountains wasstrong, so strong that it gave him a peculiar sense of weightlessness.As if he couldjust stretch out his arms, leap off this cliff and fly.A moment of vertigo overtook him.He felt unsteady, as if his feet were alreadymoving toward the cliff edge.He stumbled back, fear freezing his thoughts. Connor? Wren s voice was sharp with sudden worry. Nothing, he said. I think we d better get going. Fog coming. Wren pointed back toward the east. Slows us up a little, but itwill also slow anyone looking for us. Good. They found a narrow animal trail and started down, soon losing themselves in athick forest of tall conifers.They walked in silence.Fog had begun to obscure thetreetops when Connor, glancing up, saw a strange glow reflecting off the mist. Wren look! Almost as soon as he said it, the glowing thing cleared a wisp of fog and driftedinto view.Terror struck at Connor when he saw a huge serpent-shape drift throughthe branches directly above their path. What is that? Oh! Wren gasped in relief [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]