Winds of Change (58 page)

:They wish to know what you intend to do,:
Rris continued blithely.
:They have taken steps; they have fortified their lair, which lies near to the node in the ruins. They have shielded that node, so that no one may use it but themselves. And they have found the old, buried Gate and have shielded it, so that Falconsbane may not use it to return. But they must know what their allies intend as well. And they wish the council to know that, with the sword Need, they vouch for the Changechild Nyara; that they feel she is trustworthy, for they have been aware of her movements and actions since she left their lair.:

He lay down then, obviously very pleased with himself. Darkwind knew why; he had delivered Treyvan’s message word for word with the proper tone, and no one had interrupted him. Darkwind hoped that Firesong was reading that pleasure as a taste of Rris’ own self-conceit.

Young cub. I thought he was going to lose those eyebrows up into his hair.

But there was at least one surprise in all of that for him, as well; the gryphons had known where Nyara was and what she was doing. And they vouched for her.

Firesong might have lost the initial control of the council, but he regained it as soon as he stood up to speak.

“I have been lacking in forethought,” he said, quietly. “I have not thought that Mornelithe Falconsbane could still be a danger, if he even lived. That was an error, and one that has cost a precious life. Perhaps two; I do not know if the one called Dawnfire also perished with Tre’valen. I think it is time that we deal with both our problems in a coordinated fashion. Our first problem is the Heartstone, for until we remove it as a threat, Falconsbane can use it against us, as he nearly did earlier. Then we must deal with Falconsbane himself.”

He looked around the circle, and got nods of agreement from everyone. “To that end let each of us say what he knows, both of what happened this day, and what in the past may have been involved. Never mind that it has all been said before; there are going to be some of us that have not heard all the tale from all the participants.”

He began, with his perception of the attack. The various stories took some time to complete, but in the end, even Darkwind was satisfied. Some of the pieces were beginning to make a whole.

“Now that we have built the proper picture, I see two different needs that must be addressed at the same time.” Firesong shifted restlessly from foot to foot, “
I
know what must be done with the Stone, and those of you who are to help me should hear of this now, so that there is no more mystery. But what we are to do about Falconsbane, I do not know. I think that I would be of little aid there, for I am not well-versed in combative magics. I am not versed in combat, to speak of, at all, but I am not certain that direct combat, with magic or not, is the proper way to deal with him.”

Darkwind must have looked a little surprised at Firesong’s confession that there was something he did not know, for he caught the Adept’s sardonic glance in his direction.

“So this is my suggestion. That we have two councils. I shall have Elspeth and Darkwind, the gryphons’ representative - ” he bowed ironically to Rris, who only bowed gravely tack at him. “ - and the Companion Gwena. If Iceshadow and Wintermoon would care to lead the other, I think that Nyara may know some ways of countering her father. She will certainly know more of his ways and his stronghold than any of the rest of us. And surely the sword Need knows combat by magic
and
blade far, far better than I.”

:Thank you, youngster,:
came Need’s dry response, broadcast clearly to all.
:I do have a little experience there. :

Firesong’s eyebrows flew up into his hair again, but he did not comment. Wisely, Darkwind thought. One did not pick quarrels with edged wit or edged weapons. “When we have all reached some sort of conclusion, we will meet again as one, this time with the full k’Sheyna Council. Will that suit you all?”

“It suits me very well,” Iceshadow said cautiously. Wintermoon and Skif nodded. “Well, then, let us withdraw to my
ekele,
and leave this place to the others.”

Firesong made some show of finding a place to sit while the others followed Iceshadow down one of the paths. Only when they were completely out of earshot, did the young Adept sigh, and look from Darkwind to Elspeth and back.

“Here is what I intend,” he said, quietly. “Attend, sir
kyree;
you must carry this back to the gryphons as soon as I have done, for this is dangerous working that I propose, and I want - no, I need - them to participate.”

Rris nodded, and pricked his ears forward eagerly.

Firesong took a deep breath.

“I intend to shatter the Heartstone.”

At Darkwind’s instinctive move of protest, he shook his head. “No, not as Falconsbane sought to - and not releasing the energy wildly. Faceting a precious stone is not the same as striking it with a mallet. No, I intend to do this under complete control. First, I wish to
prepare
the Stone as if it were to become a Gate. Call it a proto-Gate. I shall work only with the energy tied to the Stone, but never the Stone itself. That will anchor all of the energy but not in a physical anchor.”

Darkwind nodded slowly. This made sense, but it was not something he would ever have considered. Everyone knew that creating a Gate anchored energy, but no one would have ever considered making a Stone into a Gate. It would entail circling the powers about the Stone from without; he did not even want to consider what would happen to someone who actually used such a Gate.

“K’Sheyna has prepared a new Stone in the new Vale-yes?” At Darkwind’s nod, he continued. “Once
this
stone is shattered, the proto-Gate will be drawn to the point of greatest attraction and to the point that is nearest in type to the old Stone. It will seek, we shall push it gently in the proper direction. That should be the new Stone, for both were created by the same mages. It will carry the remaining ley-lines with it. We can guide its movement from here.” “That’s not going to happen quickly,” Darkwind put in. “No. It will take several Adepts in relays to move it, and they will be working for several days to do so. But this should work.” Firesong looked to Rris. “The shielding will be undertaken in pairs; like the shielding when a Heartstone is moved, but with double the mages. The pairs will be male-female, to enforce the balancing. I wish the gryphons to be in the West, if they would. Can you tell them that, as well as all else you have heard tonight? Can you remember?”

:Surely,:
the
kyree
replied, with a lift of his head that signified slightly offended pride. :
I know every
kyree
history-song, every tale the Tayledras have shared with my clan, and all of the four-hundred and twenty-three tales of my famous cousin Warrl. Carrying what I have heard to Treyvan and Hydona is no great task at all.:

Darkwind felt his lips twitching.

:With your permission, I shall go, to them,:
Rris finished. At Firesong’s nod, he was off, leaping across the circle and into the underbrush, presumably on his way back to the ruins.

Gwena chose that moment to absent herself, leaving only Firesong, Darkwind, and Elspeth. Darkwind was about to take himself off as well, when Firesong put out a restraining hand.

“There is trouble between us, Darkwind,” he said levelly. “That trouble has not been purged. There is trouble between you and the Wingsister, for you have not truly dealt with it. And there is trouble between Elspeth and myself, for there are some assumptions that she has made that I have not corrected.”

Darkwind’s stomach knotted with sudden tension. He would have liked to make an escape, but he did not dare.

“These must be dealt with, all, before we enter the circle together,” Firesong said but instead of turning first to Darkwind, he faced Elspeth.

“You have not been honest with Darkwind,” he said levelly.

“I - ” She started to protest, but the protests died on her lips under his stern gaze.

“You have not told him your true feelings concerning me,” the Adept continued. “He has sensed it, but you have avoided dealing with your own feelings, and with him. You have not told him the truth.”

“I - suppose not. I am very attracted to Darkwind. Very. But - you - ” She shrugged helplessly. “I can’t help it, and it isn’t just because you’re so infernally beautiful. Firesong - ” She blushed furiously, and hung her head. “I’ve never wanted anyone - physically - quite so much.”

Darkwind felt his jealousy rising to eat him alive. Had she been fantasizing that her lover was Firesong every time that the two of them had. . . ?

“Well.” Firesong nodded coolly, not in the least perturbed - or impressed. “You are not the first female to attempt to fling herself at me. Let me tell you that you are a good student, Elspeth, and worthy of the praise that I have given you. But you must know this; I am not as you think.” She shook her head, obviously not understanding. For that matter, Darkwind couldn’t imagine what Firesong was getting at.

“I am,” he said delicately, “the true descendant of your Herald Vanyel, on both sides of my family. It is from his blood that I have my power.” Then, before Elspeth could register
that
surprise, he continued. “I inherited more than his power.”

She shook her head; clearly she did not understand what he was trying to tell her.

He arched an eyebrow in Darkwind’s direction. “Perhaps I should be a little more explicit. Elspeth, while I am sure you are a very attractive woman to some, it is Darkwind’s hair that
I
would choose to braid feathers into if I could.” He licked his lips. “In point of fact, I have been wishing that since I first laid eyes upon him. Had he not put his own feelings toward you out where anyone could see them, I should already have done so.” And Firesong actually
blushed.

Elspeth had thought she had come to the end of the surprises that living with the Hawkbrothers brought, but this last series had caught her flatfooted.

First, of course - that the famous Vanyel had left
any
offspring. There was no record of that in any of the Chronicles, and no hint of it in any of the songs and ballads. Then came the revelation that Firesong was the descendant of that child - or children. There was no reason to doubt him; he had never lied before, and why lie about something so stupid, something that couldn’t be proved or disproved here? Firesong already had plenty of status - and presumably fame - on his own; he surely didn’t need to boast of a bloodline like some fading, failed highborn. But the last surprise -

That he’s
-
dear gods,
 
what do they call it here? Shay‘a‘chern ? Is that where we get
shaych?
Why am I thinking about where a word came from when - When he wants
Darkwind
and not me.
... First came a rush of profound embarrassment. She hadn’t been made a fool of. She’d made a fool of herself quite nicely on her own, with no help from Firesong, making assumptions she had no right to make. She just wanted to crawl away and hide somewhere.

But then she was overcome by a flood of jealousy. But not of Firesong’s attraction to Darkwind. No, she was jealous - and afraid of - Darkwind’s possible attraction to Firesong. She
knew
the Tayledras were a lot more flexible about sexual matters than the people of Valdemar, even the Heralds. What if, now that Firesong’s preferences were out in the open, Darkwind preferred him to her?

She was so jealous she was literally sick. Her stomach and shoulders were in knots; her throat too tight to speak. Firesong was watching both of them, wearing an unreadable little smile, and measuring them from beneath his long white lashes. What was he thinking? Did he know how she felt? Was he amused?

Once again, she was dizzy with embarrassment, sick with the emotions warring for control of her.

She flushed, then paled, feeling herself growing hot, then cold, then hot again. Her ears burned, and the back of her neck; her hands grew cold, and she fought dizziness as she looked up with defiance into Firesong’s face.

There was no doubt that the Adept had at least some idea of her internal battling; Firesong’s smile increased, just a trifle. He tossed his head, sending his hair whipping back over his shoulders, and deliberately, tauntingly, lifted his chin at her. Then he grinned insolently, and turned away, walking
off
into the darkness, leaving his mage-lights behind him. She couldn’t look at Darkwind. She couldn’t
not
look at him. She tried to look at him out of the corner of her eye, but caught his eyes by accident and was forced either to meet his eyes or look quickly away. She chose the former.

He coughed, and she saw to her increased confusion - as if it
could
be increased any further - that he was flushed a little himself. No, more than a little; the peculiar illumination of the mage-lights tended to wash his color out. Her hands were cold, her face still flushed, but she no longer felt so sick.

“I feel like a fool,” he said, just before the silence became unendurable. “I feel like a true and crowned fool.”

“Well, imagine how
I
feel,” she said sharply. “Especially when I realized that I didn’t care a pin how he felt about me or
you,
but - ”

“But?” he prompted, and she flushed again, feeling her ears, neck, and cheeks burning.

She didn’t really want to answer him, but if she didn’t, she’d never know what his feelings were in the matter. “It really made me very unhappy to think you - might - ” She shook her head, and finally looked right at him. “All right!” she snapped, angrily. “I was
jealous,
if that’s what you wanted to know! I was jealous, because you might be more interested in him than you are in me!”