Ol-duh um-duh non-ci do a doh-oh-ah-een day Iah-ee-da, O gah day poh-ah-mal ca a no-tay-hay-oh-a ah av-ah-bay-hay. Ha-na-ma-rah ha-na-ma-rah! Ah-ca-ray, ca, od zah-meh-rah-nah, la-pay ol zee-air-do noo-coh ol-pay-ee-air-tay de ol-pay-ee-air-tay.
For a moment nothing whatever happened. Valandario took another deep breath and flew, or so it seemed to her, darted up through the air and the brightening sunlight, up ever upward, until she stood on an island, a perfect circle in the midst of hyacinth-coloured seas. All around it purple waves rose stiffly, then subsided without a trace of foam. A greenish sunlight shimmered on the sea and glinted from the islands glass-smooth surface. In the islands centre a circular dimple formed. Out of it rose a silver pillar, a mere stump at first, then growing higher and higher, until at last Val stood before a translucent tower.
Ah-ca-ray, oh servant of the Light! Valandario said.
Within the pillar a point of violet light bloomed, grew larger, stretched into a vertical line. The line thickened, swirled, and formed at last into the tenuous shape of a woman.
Why do you call upon me? the spirit said. What do you wish to know?
I wish to know about Haen Marn, the island in the planes of form thats a shadow of this island.
Not of this island, but of another. I know not where that lies.
If you do not know, how may I find out?
I know not that, either. You must ask the Lady of the Black Stone Isle, she who dwells on the plane of matter and death.
How may I find her?
Go to the island. A trace of annoyance crept into the spirits voice. Even a fleshly creature such as you should know this. Go to the island and ask her.
The island has fled. I dont know where it lies.
Then summon it.
I dont know how to summon it.
The island has its own summons. You need not ask me. Mospleh, mospleh, mospleh.
I dont know what mospleh means.
Inside her pillar, the spirit frowned. Look to the metal of the moon and to the moon herself at her first waxing.
What
But the spirit was growing thin, fading, turning back into a strand of violet light, gleaming against silver. The pillar swirled once, then sank slowly back into the island. Valandario felt herself take flight, swooped down, circled round, saw below her the ritual sword, gleaming in the rising sun. She let herself drop, then settled feet first onto the hard metal.
The vision disappeared. She was back, slipping a little on the wet grass as she stepped off the sword blade. She stamped thrice on the ground, then picked up the sword and cut through the circle.
May any Wildfolk bound by this ceremony go free! It is over! Val called out and stamped again for good measure. With a sigh she wiped the mud on the point of her sword off on the side of her boots.
I gather the evocation called something forth, Dallandra said. I could hear your questions. Did the spirit ever answer?
Oh yes, but were not much farther along than we were before. You know, there are times when I get really tired of spirits and their blasted riddles.
So do I, Dallandra paused and glanced back to the spot where the camp had stood. It looks like the alars ready to ride out. Tell me what you saw while we walk back, will you? I cant bear to wait till we make camp again.
Branna had seen Valandario and Dallandra leave camp for a dweomer working. During that days ride she burned with curiosity, but she knew that she had no right to pry. She could only hope that Dallandra would choose to tell her at the evening meal.
As dweomer apprentices, Branna and Neb generally ate with their masters rather than cooking for themselves. The various members of the royal alar took turns feeding the Wise Ones a good thing, since Branna had never cooked a meal in her life. Calonderiel usually joined them as well. While Branna was expecting Neb as usual that evening, he never arrived.
I dont know where he went, she told Dallandra. Do you?
I dont. Dallandra glanced at Calonderiel. Have you seen him?
His mouth full of herbed greens, Cal nodded and hastily swallowed. I did, the banadar said. He told me he was fasting, but he didnt say why. I assumed youd set him some practice.
Naught of the sort! Dallandra briefly looked sour. Mayhap he doesnt feel well or suchlike.
Starve a cold, feed a fever, Cal said. Or is it the other way round?
Dallandra mugged disgust, then handed him a piece of soda bread, which he took with a grin.
For the rest of the meal, Dallandra said little. Branna went back to her own tent with her curiosity still burning. Neb returned much later in the evening. Under a pale dweomer light Branna was laying out their blankets when he strode into the tent.
Youve been talking to Dallandra about me, havent you? Neb said.
I havent. Branna looked up in some surprise. What
Well, someone told her I was fasting.
It was Calonderiel, not me. It happened at dinner tonight.
Oh.
Did she tell you not to?
She did. I was only trying to sharpen my second sight, but she told me it was dangerous at my stage of development.
Branna made a noncommittal noise.
And another thing. Neb folded his arms tightly across his chest and glared at her. If it wasnt you, why did she bring up Nevyn, then?
When? Branna rose to face him.
Yesterday afternoon. And then tonight she mentioned somewhat again. It must have come from you.
I dont even know what she said to you.
Yesterday she mentioned Rhegor.
I who?
Nebs expression suddenly changed to something slack and exhausted. The silver light directly above him filled the hollows of his face with dark shadows. He turned away and shoved his hands in the pockets of his brigga. I dont suppose you would remember him, Neb said. My apologies.
Neb, I dont understand what youre going on about.
He gave her one brief look, then turned and ducked out of the tent. It was some while before he returned, and by then Branna had given up waiting for him and gone to bed. For a few moments he stumbled around in the dark tent.
You could make a light, she said. Or I could.
He spoke not a word, merely sat down on the edge of their blankets and began to pull off his boots. The smell of mead hung around him. If hed been drinking with the other men, she knew, conversation would prove frustrating and little more. Branna turned over and pretended to sleep. Eventually he managed to undress and slip into the blankets beside her, only to fall asleep with a loud snore.
Branna lay awake, wondering if she was sorry shed married him. She found herself missing Aunt Galla and Cousin Adranna with a real longing to see them again, to sit down and ask them what they would have done, married to a man like Neb. I can never tell them, she reminded herself, not without mentioning dweomer.
With the morning Neb became perfectly pleasant again, charming, even. When he went out to help with the horses, he was whistling. Still, the farther north that the alar travelled, the more thoughts of her kinsfolk came to Brannas mind. When by Prince Dars reckoning they reached the border of Pyrdon, she found herself wondering how the winter had treated them.
Ive been doing those exercises on farseeing that you gave me, Branna told Grallezar. Do you think I could practice by trying to see the Red Wolf dun? I do worry about my aunt, up there in the snow for months, and the army took so much food away, too.
That would be a good practice, I do think, Grallezar said. You be very familiar with the place, and your worry does lend strength to the seeing. But spend only a short while at each attempt, and bring yourself back to the earth plane when you be finished. Grallezar glanced around the tent. In that wood box there on the floor, below the red bag, there be a time glass. Take it. You may practice for as long as it takes the sand to run half out of the upper glass.
Branna found the box and opened it, then took the glass out with great care. Shed never seen anything as fine as the pale green glass cones in their polished wood stand, about six inches high overall. She turned it over and watched the sand drip from one cone to the other at a slow, steady pace. Her gnome stared at it open-mouthed.
Take the box, too, Grallezar said, to keep it safe, like.
I will, then, and my thanks!
During her first few practices, Branna saw nothing but her memories of the Red Wolf dun. Yet finally, early one morning when Neb was off studying with Dallandra, she received a very brief, very misty impression of the great hall. Aunt Galla was just coming down the stairs, and she looked well and happy, if somewhat thinner. Brannas pleasure at seeing this vision broke it. It was another four practices before at last she saw the dun again and the fields roundabout, all muddy from spring rain. From then on, Branna managed to catch regular glimpses of the dun, although she couldnt control which part of it she was seeing.
Everyone looks well, she told Grallezar. It gladdens my heart to see them. I wonder, though, about Solla. I told you about her, didnt I? Gerrans wife? I have this feeling that shes with child, but I cant really be sure. Its too bad you cant smell things when you scry.
Grallezar laughed aloud at that. From what the prince do say, Grallezar said, we should be there in some while. And then well know if she be so or not.
Up north in the Red Wolf dun, its women had been worrying about Branna as much as shed been worrying about them. Not an evening meal went by, Gerran noticed, without the duns lady, Galla, or the widowed Lady Adranna mentioning her.
Out there with the Westfolk! Galla would say. I just cant believe it sometimes, that a niece of mine would be off with the Westfolk!
Well, Mama, Adranna generally answered, I can believe it of Branna. She always had a wild streak, and look at the way she spoke to that dragon, as bold as brass!
Gerran would glance his wifes way and see her trying not to smile. Only he and Solla knew exactly how deep Brannas wildness ran.
As the days slipped by, each a little longer than the last, the spring air became warm enough for the womenfolk to carry their sewing outside to take the sun. Servants put chairs out in the duns kitchen garden and carried the ladies sewing. Gerran escorted them and saw his wife settled in a chair near the duns lady. The sunlight caught auburn highlights in Sollas brown hair, and her hazel eyes had turned a beautiful green.
Shall I bring you a cushion? Gerran said. Or a footstool?
Im fine like this, my love, Solla said.
Are you sure? Do you need a shawl?
Gerro! Lady Galla leaned forward in her chair and laughed. Shes with child, not ill!
Lady Gallas right. Solla laid a soft hand on his arm. We northern lasses are a tough lot.
Gerran smiled; shed been repeating that sentiment often in the last few months. Still, he said, Ill send one of the pages out to sit here with you. If you need somewhat, hell fetch it.
Pennas right here. Solla sounded puzzled.
Gerran had simply not noticed her young maid, who sat on the ground right beside her mistresss chair. Penna looked up at him with wide dark eyes that revealed no trace of any emotion under their plumed brown brows. She was a peculiar lass in his opinion, a skinny little thing with slick brown hair that she wore as short as a lads. Solla had given her a place in the dun, but the lady took as much care of the maid as the maid did of the lady.
Its the pages duty to run messages, Gerran said. Pennas duty is to sew.
Whatever you say, my love. Solla rolled her eyes heavenward at this precision.
Penna managed a brief smile.
Gerran went off to hunt for pages. Eventually he found Ynedd, the youngest of the three, leaning against the wall of the stable. His hands were in his pockets, and he seemed to be studying the ground between his feet. Dirt and bits of straw clung to his blond hair, cropped off but curly.
Whats wrong? Gerran said. Have Clae and Coryn been tormenting you again?
Ynedd looked up with red-rimmed eyes. A fresh purple bruise mottled his cheek.
I see, Gerran said. They wont stop until you fight back.
I tried to, my lord, Ynedd said, but theres two of them.
What? They both jumped you at once, did they?
Ynedd mumbled something so softly that Gerran could barely hear him. He took it to mean Im not supposed to tell.
Where are they, do you know?
I dont, my lord.
Well, Ill find them sooner or later, and Ill have a bit of a chat with them. Two against one? Not among the lads Im training!
Ynedd managed to smile at that, a little smirk of anticipated revenge. Are you going to beat them?
Im not. The grooms need help mucking out the stables, and Clae and Coryn can provide it. As for you, go join the women out in the garden. My lady might need to send me a message.
Well and good, my lord. Ynedd grinned at him. My thanks.
The boy peeled himself from the wall and hurried off, so pleased with the order that Gerran followed for some yards, then stood watching as the womenfolk exclaimed over Ynedds bruise and sat him down among them. Lady Galla even gave him some sort of sweetmeat. Whats next? Gerran thought sourly. Will they be teaching him how to sew? Since he couldnt argue with her ladyship, he turned back and went inside the broch to the great hall.
The warband had gathered around one table and was wagering furiously on a game of carnoic between Daumyr, one of the tieryns riders, and Salamander, the gerthddyn whod spent the winter at the tieryns table. Gerran dipped himself a tankard of ale from an open barrel near the honour hearth and wandered over to watch. He was planning on sitting in his usual chair at the head of the table nearest the servants hearth, but he found it already occupied by Lord Mirryn.
And what are you doing here? Gerran said.
I could ask the same of you, my lord. Mirryn paused for a grin in his general direction. Youve got a higher rank than me now, married as you are, and here your wifes with child already. I figure that from now on, Im the captain of my fathers warband and little more.
If Solla has a son, Ill gloat then and not before. Gerran felt his usual pang of cold fear at the mention of Sollas pregnancy. What if she dies? He shoved the thought away with a toss of his head. But anyway, it doesnt matter if you or I or the Lord of Hell call you the captain. What counts is what your father thinks of the matter.