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back to where Mareth sat rubbing her feet in an effort to alleviate the ache of the day s forced march, her
boots dumped unceremoniously on the ground along with her cloak and their few provisions. They could
not have come faster than they had, he knew. He had pushed her hard just to get this far. She was still
weak from her experience in the Druid s Keep; her stamina drained quickly and she required frequent
rests. But she had not complained once, not even when he had insisted they must forgo sleep until they
reached Storlock. She had great determination, he acknowledged grudgingly. He just wished he
understood her a little better.
He looked back out at the plains, at the watch fires, at the darkness as it rolled out of the east and
descended in gathering layers across the landscape. Tonight it was, then. He wished he had magic to hide
them on their passage, but he might as well wish he could fly. He could not ask her to use hers, of course.
Bremen had forbidden it. And Bremen himself was absent still, so there was no help to be found there.
Come eat something, Mareth called to him.
He turned and walked down out of the rocks. She had set out plates with bread, cheese, and fruit, and
poured ale into metal cups. They had bartered for their provisions with a farmer above Varfleet yesterday
evening, and this was the last of what they had acquired. He sat down across from her and began to eat.
He did not look at her. They were two days gone from fallen Paranor, having come down out of the
Kennon once more and turned east along the Mermidon, following it below the wall of the Dragon s
Teeth to here. Bremen had sent them ahead, had given them strict orders to go on without him, to follow
the Mermidon to the Rabb and then cross to Storlock. There they were to inquire after a man the Druid
believed was living somewhere within the Eastland wilderness of the Upper Anar, a man of whom Kinson
had never heard. They were to determine where he might be found, and then they were to wait until
Bremen could rejoin them. The Druid did not explain what it was that he would be doing in the meantime.
He did not explain why they were looking for this unknown man, He simply told them what to do
told Kinson what to do, more to the point, since Mareth was still sleeping at that juncture and then
disappeared into the trees.
Kinson believed that he had gone back into the Druid s Keep, and the Borderman once more
wondered why. They had fled Paranor in a maelstrom of sound and fury, of magic unleashed and gone
wild, some of it Mareth s and some the Keep s itself. It was as if a beast had risen to devour them, and it
had seemed to Kinson that he could feel its breath on his neck and hear the scrape of its claws as it
pursued them. But they had escaped to the forests without and hidden there in night s fading dark while
the rage of the beast vented itself and died away. They had remained in the shelter of the trees all the next
day and let Mareth sleep. Bremen had tended her, obviously concerned at first, but when she had come
awake long enough to drink a cup of water before sleeping again, he had ceased to worry.
Her magic is too powerful for her was how he had explained it to Kinson. They were keeping watch
over her in the latemorning hours after she had awakened and gone back to sleep again. The sun was
high overhead, and the dark memory of the night before was beginning to fade. Paranor was a silent
presence beyond the screen of the trees, gone as still as death, emptied of life. It seems obvious that she
came to the Druids in an effort to find a way to better understand it. I suppose she was not with them
long enough to do so. Perhaps she asked to come with us believing we might help her.
He shook his gray head. But did you see? She summoned her magic to protect me from the creatures
Brona had left to ward against my return, and instantly she lost all control! She seems unable to judge the
measure of what is needed. Or perhaps judgment is not an issue at all, and what happens is that on being
summoned, her magic assumes whatever form it chooses. Whatever the case, it rolls out of her like a
flood! In the Druid s Keep, it swallowed those creatures as if they were gnats. It was so powerful that it
alerted the magic the Keep maintains for its own protection, the earth magic set in place by the first
Druids. This was magic I tested on my return to make certain it could still guard against an attempt to
destroy the Keep. I could not protect the Druids from the Warlock Lord, but I could ward Paranor.
Mareth s magic was so pervasive in its destruction of Brona s creatures that it suggested that the Keep
itself was in danger and thereby conjured forth the earth magic as well.
Hers is innate magic, you once said, Kinson mused. Where would it have come from to be so
strong?
The old man pursed his lips. Another Druid, perhaps. An Elf who carries the old magic in his blood.
A faerie creature, survived from the old world. It could be any of those. He arched one eyebrow
quizzically. I wonder if even she knows the answer. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]