Storm Warning - Mercedes Lackey [130]
With shaking hands, he felt in a drawer of the table next to him, found a candle, and took it into the next room to light it at the fire there. Some enemy had sent a magical attack at him, surely! Magical assassins had been blocked by the protections he kept constantly in place—or was this meant simply to disrupt his concentration? This attack, if attack it was, certainly hadn’t been very effective! And yet—to cancel a mage-light spell within his protections meant that someone had incredible power. He controlled the trembling of his hands and forced himself to think of who might command that kind of power.
That was all he had time for; aides burst in on him, sent by every commander in the camp, all of them carrying messages of varying levels of hysteria.
That was when he realized that the effect of the—whatever it was—had not been targeted solely against him.
Somehow he managed to assemble all of his mages within a reasonable time the next day, gathering them all into his councilroom to assess the damage. “So it swept the entire country?” Tremane asked his chief mage, Artificer Gordun. The homely, square-faced man nodded, as he laced his thick, clever fingers together.
“As nearly as we can tell,” Gordun replied. “It was like one of those enormous waves that carries right across the Salten Sea; it came from the east and north, and is traveling into the west and south. We think it also washed over the Empire, but just at the moment, it is impossible to tell. We can’t get messages to the Empire, and I would suspect that the reverse is true.”
Tremane grimaced. Like those great waves, this thing that had come and gone had left devastation behind it, and the more something was connected to magic, the worse the effect was., Every spell suffered damage to a greater or lesser extent. Lines of communication were all gone until the mages found each other again; the Portals were all down, and only the forty little gods knew when they would be reopened. Defenses were gone, or shaken. Little things, like mage-lights, magical cook-fires, weather-cloaks, timekeepers, all the tiny things that made life run smoothly for the troops, were gone, the spells that created them shattered. There would be dark, cold tents and cold meals all up and down the lines tonight, unless the various commanders quickly found nonmagical substitutes.
“It was a mage-storm, that much we are certain,” Gordun continued. “Although it is not like any such storm we have ever encountered before. The storm itself did not last for more than a heartbeat or two. Mages encountered a physical effect, as you no doubted noted yourself. Non-mages experienced nothing.”
“That was enough,” Tremane muttered. “It’s going to take days to set up all the spells it knocked down, and more time to inspect anything that survived for damage and repair it.”
“That isn’t all, my lord Duke.” The thin, reedy voice came from the oldest mage with Tremane’s entourage, his own mentor, Sejanes. The old man might look as if he was a senile old stick, but his mind was just as sharp as it had been decades ago. “This mage-storm has affected the material world as well as the world of magic. Listen—”
He picked up the pile of papers on the table before him, with hands that were as steady as a surgeon’s. “These are the reports I have from messengers I sent out on horses to the other mages in the army. The tidings they returned with were not reassuring. From Halloway: ‘There are places where rocks melted into puddles and resolidified in a heartbeat, sometimes trapping things in the newly-solid rock.’ From Gerrolt: ‘Strange and entirely new insects and even higher forms of life have appeared around the camp. I cannot say whether they were created on the instant, or come from elsewhere in the world.’ From Margan: ‘Roughly circular pieces of land two and three cubits