Recluce - Colors Of Chaos Part 69

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He threw himself sideways in the saddle even before the sound of the crossbow echoed off the walls and uneven stones of the narrow alleyway, then turned the gelding toward the figure-or figures. One reached for something-another crossbow?

Cerryl grasped for chaos, fighting the deadening effect of the snow, fighting the twisting in his guts, as the gelding quick-trotted toward the narrow pa.s.sage between the ruined structures on the eastern side of the avenue.

Whhssstt! The muted, dampened firebolt seemed to crawl through the white curtain, and Cerryl struggled to gather more chaos, gasping as he did, almost as though he were underwater and fighting his way to the surface of a raging river.

He summoned more chaos, flinging it as well, silently, through the whiteness that seemed to r.e.t.a.r.d and m.u.f.fle his efforts.

Behind him, other mounts followed. "Ser? What is it! Ser?"



Cerryl reined up, abruptly, as the second figure toppled sideways, feet skidding sideways. Cerryl's breathing was ragged, and he felt drained. The kind of effort he had raised should have destroyed an entire dwelling. It had not, only burned away part of the shoulder and chest of the woman who had called and the side of the man's face and left a charred hole in his chest.

Cerryl tried to catch his breath. He looked at the two figures, almost sadly.

Once the woman had been beautiful, the man probably well built. The remnants of a uniform were visible under the ragged brown cloak.

"Do you recognize him, Buetyr?" Cerryl asked the lancer who had drawn his own mount up beside the gelding.

"No, ser. Not much left of his face." The swallow was audible, despite the m.u.f.fling effect of the snow.

Cerryl waited, letting his strength rebuild. A friend of one of the troublemakers?

The troublemaker who had deserted? A local who had stolen a uniform? What about the woman? Who knows? The only thing certain is that whatever you do will disturb someone.

"Now what, ser?" asked Buetyr.

"A moment," Cerryl said tiredly. "A moment." The snow sifted down past his collar again, and he s.h.i.+vered. Then he slowly, and gently, channeled more chaos toward the bodies lying on the thin blanket of whiteness.

Whhhstttttt... The last firebolt drifted across the bodies.

After the momentary flash of light and heat, white ashes mixed with the falling snow, both drifting in the gentle and cold wind that gusted along the street, sweeping ashes and snowflakes, lifting them, s.h.i.+fting them.

Cerryl flicked the reins and turned the gelding back toward his quarters, knowing that once more there would be speculations about his harshness and questions about what he had done to merit such an attack. No one wants justice...

or fairness ... just their own comfort.

The snow swallowed his deep breath, as it had swallowed much of the chaos he had flung, and buried the ashes of the two he had killed.

CXV.

Cerryl slipped into the high room that overlooked the river walls, the building that Fydel had declared as his headquarters as soon as Cerryl's crafters had reinforced and repaired the frame timbers and replaced the shutters and the gla.s.s in shattered windows. Cerryl had to admit that the room and the two wide windows did provide a useful view of both the river walls and the southern gate.

The middle trading gate was too far north to see.

The younger mage studied the river walls where the work crew still toiled in the late-afternoon shadows. Small as the crews were, they might be struggling with the stones as the weather permitted until close to spring. Although the past eight- day had been warmer, enough to melt away some of the snow in the midpart of the day, Cerryl could scarcely count on the semithaw lasting much longer.

"You asked for me to join you." Cerryl turned toward Fydel, who had remained seated behind a table that had clearly come from some other dwelling, ornate and trimmed with bra.s.s as it was.

The square-bearded wizard studied the unfolded parchment on the table.

Beside it lay fragments of blue wax from the seal that had closed it. Beyond him the smoke-smudged stones that might once have been white framed a large hearth in which burned a pile of ample logs. "The Spidlarian Traders' Council sent a message."

Cerryl nodded, waiting, feeling the draft around his trousers, a draft that showed how much his apprentice crafters did not know. Whistling outside the window, the wind still did not drown out the clink of masons' trowels and stones.

The candles in the three-branched candelabra flickered with the gusts that found their way around the ill-fitting window.

Fydel stood and walked to the cloudy gla.s.s of the window. Below, the conscripted village troublemakers and the lancer disciplinary cases toiled with the stones of the walls, slowly dragging them back into position for the masons.

Dark clouds overhead promised more snow or possibly freezing rain, but neither yet fell.

Finally, Cerryl, hunched in a heavy white wool cloak that Hiser had presented him from somewhere, spoke. "What are they offering?"

"Just about everything to save their necks," laughed Fydel. "They'll turn over any of the 'unfaithful'; effectively disband the guards by reducing them to a handful of squads; open the roads to our traders."

"Why aren't you taking their offer?" asked Cerryl.

"You a.s.sume too much."

Cerryl laughed softly. "I'm a.s.suming nothing. You won't take the Spidlarian Council's offer. I'd just like to know why."

"Isn't it obvious? Why hand it to Jeslek? He's back in Fairhaven, enjoying fires, good food, and a few other pleasures." A wide grin revealed large white teeth.

"Who knows? We might get a better offer before spring."

"We won't. What you're hoping is that Jeslek will have to face some mighty Black. Like this Brede? Or that the smith Dorrin will turn out to be greater than Jeslek thinks." Or that I'll make more mistakes. "That won't happen."

"It could. The smith has produced some nasty weapons."

"You don't believe that."

"No." Fydel smiled. "But there's no reason to make it easy for Jeslek, is there?

No real reason to hand him an easy victory after he's muddled through a year of doing nothing, is there?"

"What about the levies? Why kill them off unnecessarily?"

"You're too soft, Cerryl. What are a few hundred peasants one way or the other?

Especially peasants from Hydlen and Gallos."

Cerryl shook his head but said nothing.

"Here. Read it. Tell me if I'm wrong." Fydel reached down and picked up the scroll and handed it to the more slender White mage. After Cerryl took it and began to read, Fydel reseated himself at the table with his right side to the hearth.

The sunlight dimmed, and the room seemed to cool immediately as the first of the gray and white clouds from the north pa.s.sed before the sun.

Fydel looked up only when Cerryl set the scroll back on the table before the older mage. "Is it not as I said?"

"It is." Cerryl frowned.

"You seem disturbed."

"Concerned. Concerned." Cerryl stepped closer to the hearth, but not to Fydel.

"The traders do not sound like men who have fought off another land for a year.

They do not write as men who have mages and war leaders from Recluce fighting for them."

"Perhaps the Black Isle has abandoned them. Recluce has done that before."

"The smith remains in Diev, and he forges strange things out of black iron. I've seen that in the gla.s.s." Cerryl turned. "Have you not told me that your patrols are still attacked, if by small numbers of blue lancers?"

"We've lost but a half-score since the turn of the year. Nothing."

The younger mage shrugged. "Nothing, but the tactics remain as they were, and that would suggest that their Black warleader remains here in Spidlar."

"What are you saying, Cerryl?"

"Nothing." Cerryl shook his head. "Perhaps you should take their terms. Or make a counteroffer."

"And let Jeslek . . . ? No."

"Then send him the terms. Ask for his advice."

"Why should I do that?"

"So that you don't give him another excuse to get angry at you."

Fydel pursed his lips, then fingered his beard. "Perhaps I should, although it may take some time for their message to reach the High Wizard. The Easthorns are closed, except for the Great White Highway through Gallos, and it will take eight-days for a messenger to reach there."

"As you see fit." Cerryl nodded. "Might I be of other service?"

"Only if you can get the walls completely repaired, so that we don't need so many patrols and sentries."

"We're working on that."

"Good."

I will talk to you later." Cerryl stepped away from the hearth and nodded to Fydel before departing. As he walked down the stairs and out into the chill where the gelding was tied, the wind whistled and the sound of stonework echoed through the window. Behind him, in the high room above, the candles flickered in the late afternoon.

CXVI.

The bright first yellow-orange light reflected off the newly dropped snow, through the slits at the side of the shutters and into the sitting room, and then into the study-cascading across the gla.s.s and disrupt-ing Cerryl's concentration.

He blinked twice, then rubbed his forehead, letting the mists in the screeing gla.s.s dissipate. He looked straight down but saw only his own reflection-thin brown hair, narrow chin, straight nose, gray eyes with faint circles beneath them- his own image and the image of the dark-beamed ceiling above.

For the fourth day ... he could not find Leyladin in his gla.s.s. There might be many reasons. She could be in a place where the gla.s.s was blocked, like on a s.h.i.+p or traveling a large river or somewhere amid hills filled with order and iron, or she could be s.h.i.+elding herself, as Cerryl could do if he worked at it. There were reasons, but her continued absence bothered him.

He walked to the sitting room window and closed the front shutters-slightly ajar-all the way. Ignoring the lancer guards in the front foyer and the chill that held the room, he returned to the polished wooden table and the blank gla.s.s. Was he losing his ability to seek out Blacks? Had he used chaos too much, careful as he had tried to be?

He concentrated once more.

The silver mists swirled, then dissipated to reveal the redheaded smith of Diev, tongs in hand, sliding a chunk of highly ordered iron from the forge onto an anvil.

A striker stood in the background, extending a hammer to the smith.

A puzzled look appeared on Dorrin's face, and Cerryl let the image lapse. Like Leyladin, the Black could sense a gla.s.s seeking his image.

But where was Cerryl's blonde healer? Careful... she's not yours. She's not anyone's.

He took a deep breath. Maybe tomorrow.

CXVII.

Why did you want me here?" Fydel stepped from the foyer into the sitting room.

He stopped short of the archway into the study where Cerryl stood beside the circular table, empty except for the screeing gla.s.s.

"I wanted you to see something before Jeslek arrives."

"He won't be here for another eight-day."

"I would say less than five days." Cerryl gestured for Fydel to study the gla.s.s in which he held an image. "Look."

In the gla.s.s appeared the redheaded smith. Dorrin and an older man stood beside a cart. The contents of the cart could not be discerned, but the image rippled with the force of unseen and concentrated order.

"He's a Black. He's calling forth order. What else is new?" Fydel's voice contained equal parts of boredom and scorn.

"He's calling forth nothing," corrected Cerryl. "That's from the black iron in the cart."

"He's wasted all that order, sinking it into that much black iron. What can he do with it? You can't work black iron, not once it's ordered." Fydel straightened, as if to dismiss the image and the redheaded smith.

"Look at what's behind him," suggested Cerryl. He felt the sweat building on his forehead with the strain of holding the image against the twisting of the ma.s.sive order displayed through the gla.s.s. How can Fydel be so blind?

"It's an old scow on blocks."

"It's being refitted and all that black iron is going into it."

"Some sort of order device?" Fydel laughed. "To use against us? What good would it do? That's a s.h.i.+p, and he's in Diev. We're attacking down a totally different river. He's wasting his time."

"How many lancers did you lose last summer? To those hidden black iron traps? And to that Black armsleader?" Cerryl's voice was Pointed.

Fydel flushed above his wide beard. "He never fought. He just rode away except when he could kill defenseless lancers."

'The gla.s.s says that they're gathering more of their own lancers, nd levies."

Cerryl released the image in the screeing gla.s.s and blotted his steaming forehead on the lower sleeve of his heavy white s.h.i.+rt.

"How many lancers and armsmen do we have here?" Now? Not quite 25-score lancers. Only 10-score footmen."

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