Storm Warning - Mercedes Lackey [136]
He was right.
“Once you are outside the shields that Elspeth, Darkwind, and Firesong erected to protect Haven, there are places all across the country where very weird things have happened,” said Skif. “I went out for a fast reconnoiter with Cymry, and I saw some of them for myself. There are places where rock turned to liquid for an instant, places where circles of land have been cut out as if someone was making cookies, and circles of land from somewhere else were fitted into the holes! People brought me insects, plants, fish—even animals, all strange, all things I’ve never seen before in my life! People are scared.”
“Surely this was the work of the Empire,” the Seneschal began, but oddly enough, it was the Lord Marshal who shook his head, and Kerowyn who echoed that head-shake.
The Lord Marshal deferred to the Herald Captain with a raised eyebrow and a nod, as if to say, “After you.”
“It can’t have been the Empire’s doing, unless it was some new magic they were trying that backfired on them,” Kerowyn told them all, drumming her fingers nervously on the table in front of her. “I already have short reports from two Mindspeakers behind their lines, and word is that their forces have suffered much more damage than ours have. They depend more than we do on magic, and right now they are working with most of their support systems reduced. By that, I mean they have no means of communicating between groups except by messenger, and no Gates back to the Empire for supplies and reinforcing troops. In a word, gentlemen and ladies,” she said, with a certain satisfaction, “at the moment, they are well and truly flattened. The only thing that could have hit them worse would have been an army-wide outbreak of dysentery.”
Silence followed that pronouncement, and Queen Selenay sat back a little in her seat. “I trust you’ll forgive me if I take some pleasure in that news,” she said dryly. “Base though such a sentiment is—”
“Forgive me, Majesty,” Darkwind said, interrupting her. “As a mage and an Adept, I cannot help but be more concerned, rather than less. These physical effects—it seems to me that they indicate something very serious. They worry me more than the effects upon magic. How do we know this thing will not come again?”
He turned to Firesong as if for confirmation, and the handsome Hawkbrother nodded in complete agreement. “If we cannot tell what it is and from whence it came,” Firesong said gravely, “we cannot hope to judge whether it will fall upon us again, nor when.”
He glanced aside at Karal, who was busy jotting down notes. Karal had caught a couple of strange looks from him, but otherwise, he had said nothing about Karal’s acquaintance with An’desha.
“And you don’t think this will be an isolated incident.” Selenay’s inflection made that a statement rather than a question.
“Absolutely,” Firesong replied. “And before we can make any guesses as to what it may be, we need to know more about these physical effects—what they are, at what intervals—”
As the other mages chimed in, Elspeth and Treyvan, Hydona and Master Ulrich, and even An’desha venturing a word or two, it became obvious to Karal that for this, the rest of the Council and allies were superfluous. It must have been obvious to the Queen as well, for after regaining order and promising all of the resources needed for whatever the mages required, she ended the Council session and left the chamber to the mages and Prince Daren as her representative.
Karal remained as well, in his usual capacity, but he soon found himself drafted to serve another purpose altogether.
“We need a view frrrom above,” the male gryphon said, flatly. “If therrre isss a patterrm, we may only sssee it frrrom above.”
“That’s true enough, old friend,” Darkwind agreed. “But you should have a human with you. You two aren’t familiar enough to the average Valdemaran that some poor farmer is going to be able to take the sight of you lightly. I’d hate to have to pick arrows out of your rump. And it should be someone