While the black dragon and the dweomermaster argued, the green and gold dragon waddled toward Berwynna and Salamander. Although Father Colm had always said that dragons were the absolute peak and zenith of evil, Berwynna had lost her faith in the priests sayings, but she had to admit that her heart began to beat faster and harder. Salamander went tense, then stepped in front of Berwynna, but the dragon ducked her head and let out a quiet rumbling sound, a dragonish equivalent of a smile.
Greetings, step-sister! she said. My for-sharing name is Medea, and I assure you that I dont bear you the least ill will.
My thanks. Berwynna curtsied to her. I do feel a great fear upon me of your mother.
No need. The dragon rumbled a bit more loudly. She agreed right away to never harm you. Theyre arguing about somewhat else, the spirit named Evandar.
Ah. Salamander sounded greatly relieved. They argue about him constantly, so we may rest assured that all is normal and summery in life.
Very true. The dragon paused for a yawn that revealed teeth like long dagger blades. My apologies. These warm days make me sleepy. Anyway, so youre my step-fathers hatchling?
I am, and I do have a twin sister back home. Her name be Mara.
So I have two step-sisters. Medea seemed honestly delighted with the news. And you have another step-sister and a brother back home in our fire mountain.
Oh, that be splendid! Berwynna said. We were so lonely, you see, on our island, but now we do have a clan. What be your father like?
Alas, hes no longer with us. The wretched Horsekin slew him.
That aches my heart. They did kill my betrothed as well.
Medea stretched out her neck and gave Berwynna a gentle nudge of sympathy. So sad! the dragon said. To lose someone so young! Now, our father was old and ill. Thats the only reason those horrible bastards of Horsekin could capture him.
Were your da a fair bit older than your mam, then?
Truly he was. At least a thousand years older, maybe more.
Ai! You live so long a time!
We do, at that. But Papa was so ill that he wanted to bathe in a hot spring near our lair. When he didnt come home, Mama left me to watch my younger hatchling while she went off to find him. Medea hissed as if she were remembering the day. Papa never came home. The Horsekin slew him while he tried to get free of the spring, and then they gloated about it.
Did your mother kill them for it?
As many as she could catch, truly. They couldnt harm her. I cant imagine anyone capturing Mama.
No more can I. She be magnificent.
Ill tell her you said so. Shell like that.
Medea turned around and waddled off, heading back to her mother, who was still in full argument with a furious Dallandra. Salamander sighed and shook his head.
They can go on like that for half a day. He waved a hand toward the pair.
Truly, Branna said. I think wed best go back to camp.
Indeed, Salamander said. Wynni, Ill introduce you later.
By the time she finished talking with Arzosah, Dallandras mood had turned foul. It seemed to her that all of her female friends, whether Westfolk or Wyrmish, were taking entirely too much pleasure in telling her their low opinions of Evandar. She stalked back to camp to find Calonderiel waiting for her.
Wheres Dari? she snapped.
Sidro put her down for a nap in our tent, Cal said. I want to talk with you, beloved. I dont want you going off alone with that Laz fellow. If you dont want me to go with you, take some of the men. Hes not trustworthy.
Dallandra sighed, considering him as he stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes narrow. Arguing with him in one of his jealous moods would only waste a long valuable part of the day.
Very well, she said, Ill ask Ebañy to go over and finish our talk. She glanced around and saw him standing nearby with Branna and Berwynna. Ah, there he is now.
Thatll be much better. Cal grinned at her. And my thanks.
Salamander left Berwynna in Brannas care, then went to his tent with Dallandra. She stood watching while he took the black crystal from his saddlebags, then repeated his instructions all over again.
But dont talk to him about Alastyr, Dallandra finished up. I dont want to awaken any memories of dark dweomer.
The temptation to use it might be too great, you mean?
Just that. Sidro told me about their teacher back in Taenbalapan. Ych! A truly loathsome dark dweomer refugee from Bardek, back when the cities were breaking the power of the dark guilds. Apparently he escaped the archon who was trying to hang him and managed to take ship for Cerrmor. How he made his way north Sidro didnt know. Ill wager that Laz learned plenty of dubious things from him.
Very well, then. Salamander made her a bob of a bow. My lips are sealed with the wax of circumspection and the signet of prudence.
As he walked over to Lazs camp, Salamander called up from his memory what he knew about Alastyr, whom hed seen in the flesh only briefly, when he was a very young child and Alastyr a young lad who went by the nick-name of Tirro. Salamander had been gone from the camp when a fully-grown Alastyr had helped Loddlaen murder Valandarios lover, but hed of course heard the tale. Many years later hed helped Nevyn track down an utterly corrupt Alastyr, who preyed upon young children of both sexes not merely for pleasure but also to drain their life force for his evil dweomer workings. Although Salamander had never actually seen the dark dweomermaster Tirro had become, Nevyn had told him the tale in some detail. A thoroughly loathsome soul, that Alastyr, Salamander thought.
And yet, when he sat down with Laz to discuss the black crystal, Salamander found him no fiend. Berwynna had told him how Laz had risked his own life to save the caravan. Laz seemed concerned about her, asking Salamander how she and her uncle fared, expressing sincere sorrow over the death of her betrothed and the deaths of the other men as well.
But in the end, Laz said at last, death takes us all, and life on the caravan road is generally short.
True enough, and alas, Salamander said.
They shared a brief silence in the memory of the slain. Salamander took the chance to study Lazs aura, a strangely mottled swirl of purple and green. Laz, he supposed, was doing the same to his.
I see youve brought that black crystal with you, Laz said eventually. Do you know somewhat about it? Dalla mentioned that Id owned it in a former life.
Salamander had sudden thoughts of doing Dallandra bodily harm. How was he supposed to gain Lazs trust by telling him the truth but never mention Alastyr? Fortunately Laz misread his silence.
I take it you dont know, Laz said.
Well, Salamander found a dodge just true enough to pass muster. Dallandra doesnt like to tell tales of other peoples past incarnations unless theyve told her she may.
Very honourable of her, then.
I do know a bit about the crystal, though. Whenever I look into it, I see the same vision, of Evandar standing on the pier at Haen Marn.
Laz mugged shock. Evandar again? Very strange!
Even stranger, Salamander went on, is this. Ive never been to Haen Marn, and yet in the crystal, Im apparently scrying it out. What have you seen in it?
Even stranger, Salamander went on, is this. Ive never been to Haen Marn, and yet in the crystal, Im apparently scrying it out. What have you seen in it?
Only the location of the white crystal, which is, unfortunately, now at the bottom of Haen Marns lake. Theyre linked in some way, but I have no idea of how.
Have you ever thought of using it to scry for the dragon book?
I havent, but thats a good idea.
When Salamander held out the crystal, Laz took it in both of his maimed hands, using them like a pair of tongs to set it down on the ground in front of him. He leaned over and stared down through the squarecut tip. After some little while he swore with a shake of his head.
When I think of the book, Laz said, the interior of the crystal changes to a thick black darkness. I suspect Im seeing the inside of Wynnis saddlebags.
Not very helpful, then.
Maybe, maybe not. I felt my mind touch those spirits attached to the book. I have no idea, though, if they knew it did.
They might have. If theyre spirits of Aethyr, theyre more highly developed than most. I suspect that this crystal and its brother are attuned to Aethyr, too. May I ask you where you came upon the white one?
In the ruins of Rinbaladelan. Laz grinned, a gesture sharp as a knife-edge, as if he were expecting a reaction.
Salamander saw no reason to deny him. He whistled under his breath in sheer surprise.
I went there on a whim, Laz continued, just to see what I could see, which wasnt much. The citys been taken back by the forest. The walls are split, the streets crumbled, the towers fallen, and over everything grows trees and ivy and the like. I was poking around, pulling off a vine here, a cluster of weeds there, and along one wall I poked too hard. It started to collapse, and when the dust cleared, lo! I saw the remains of a wooden casket. Inside was the white crystal.
You found it just like that? Salamander said. By chance?
Not chance. Laz frowned, remembering. Someone or something had left a trail. Some of the underbrush was cleared away or trampled down, so it was easier to walk up to that particular wall. And the casket itself looked big enough to hold a pair of crystals, but only one remained.
I think we can guess who made that trail.
Evandar?
So I suspect. Very well, you found the crystal he left for you
Oh ye gods! Laz stared, the grin gone. How would he have known I was going to go there?
From what Dallas told me, Salamander said, Evandar knew a great many things about the future. Unfortunately, they were all small details, mere glances, glimpses, and flashes of things to come, like lines snatched randomly from a long poem. So he saw naught wrong with trying to arrange those fragments into the tale he wanted told. Id wager high that he saw someone finding that crystal. Whether or not he saw you in particular, who knows?
Very well, then. Lazs grin came back, but as brittle as glass. And here I thought I was being so clever!
Evandar played a great many tricks on a great many clever people. Dont let it trouble your heart.
For some while they discussed the crystal and the dragon book, until Salamander felt he knew everything Laz had learned about them not that such amounted to a great deal. Laz, however, seemed pleased with their talk. When Salamander stood up to leave, Laz joined him and invited him to come back whenever he wanted.
Its a relief to find people wholl talk openly of dweomer matters, Laz told him.
No doubt, after being surrounded by Alshandras believers.
Laz laughed and agreed.
When Salamander left the camp, two of the men followed him, both pure Gel daThae from the look of their long black hair, braided with charms, and the brightly coloured tattoos on their milk-white skin. His heart pounded briefly in fear, but they bowed to him, then knelt at his feet.
Big sir, one of them said in a language that was more or less Deverrian. I speak little words, but we he paused to gesture at the other man now want leave Laz. Go with Drav. We ask, safe?
It is. The prince has taken Drav into his service.
The man stared at him in desperation. Salamander tried again.
Safe, he said. Come see Drav with me.
At that they both smiled.
As they followed him back to the Westfolk tents, Salamander saw Grallezar and hailed her. She took these new recruits to Drav while Salamander sought out Dallandra to give her his report.
Laz thinks the spirits of the book may be aware of his mind trying to reach them, but he couldnt be sure, Salamander finished up. And they wouldnt know if he were a friend or an enemy.
Thats very much too bad, Dallandra said. I keep wishing Id seen the wretched thing myself.
Me, too. You know, its an odd thing about Laz. Is Rori truly sure he knew this soul as Alastyr?
Well, hes told me so a couple of times now. Why?
He doesnt seem as horrible as he should. Salamander shrugged with an embarrassed laugh. I suppose thats what I mean.
You know, some people do learn from their lives. Its one of the things that keeps my faith in the Light strong, actually, that some people really do see the evil theyve done and do their best to redeem themselves. The opportunitys offered to every soul in the Halls of Light.
Of course.
You sound doubtful. Dallandra cocked her head to one side and considered him.
In a way I suppose I am. Ive never had grand memories of my past lives, you know. I assume I must have had some, but without actual memories, the assumptions well bloodless.
You should talk less and meditate more.
Why am I not surprised you said that?
When he grinned at her, she scowled at him, then softened and returned the smile. Still, he told himself, shes right, you know you should.
Besides, Dallandra continued, Laz also had that miserable life without a shred of dweomer in it, where he was nothing but a renegade Deverry lordling, and I think he truly learned something from that, too.
Which reminds me. Laz said you told him that he owned the crystal in a former life. He certainly did as Alastyr.
Yes, I know, that was a nasty slip on my part. Ill have to think of a way to tell him without evoking that life in his mind.
Good luck! Better you than I. Salamander hefted the crystal. Shall I give this to Valandario?
By all means. It rightfully belongs to her.
Valandario was sitting in her tent, studying an array of her scrying gems, when Salamander called to her from outside.
Oh esteemed teacher, may I enter?
Yes, certainly.
Salamander ducked under the tent flap and came in, carrying something wrapped in what looked like an old shirt. Val smiled at him, then began picking up the gems and putting them back into their pouch. He hunkered down and waited until shed finished.
I brought this back to you. Salamander laid the bundle down in front of her. Its the black crystal. I know you asked me to smash it, but it occurred to me that you might enjoy doing it yourself.
Most likely I will, Val said. My thanks.