Storm Warning - Mercedes Lackey [158]
“Think what would happen if this hit a cow, or worse, a pig,” someone added. Master Levy shuddered, and Karal didn’t blame him.
“Or a human. Another evidence that this wave is stronger is the storm outside,” Master Levy put in as an afterthought. “There’s always a thunderstorm after the wave passes. This one is worse than the one before, which was worse than the one before that.”
“There’s always good news to go with bad news,” Natoli said, as Karal finally shivered and turned away from the creature on the table. “With three waves, we have enough information to make some predictions. Now we know when the next wave will come, we know where the affected circles will be, and we know something else. We’ve been calling these storms ‘waves’ just as an analogy, but it turns out they really are waves.”
“You can? They are?” The sick feeling in the pit of Karal’s stomach cleared. “But that’s wonderful! If we can predict these things, we can at least make certain nothing like that thing can happen!”
“For now,” Master Levy said ominously. “The size of the affected circle is growing, too, as the duration of each wave increases with its power—”
“Wait!” Karal exclaimed. “Don’t tell me. You’ll have to tell the council of mages—and you ought to come with me and tell them now, while they’re still congratulating themselves that Valdemar survived the worst of it and came through all right! They haven’t told anyone else yet. We have to stop them before they tell Selenay.”
“He’s right,” creaked Master Henlin, running a hand over his bald spot. “If we wait until tomorrow, they might not believe us, even with that thing in the box to back us up. Even if they did believe us, they might not want to appear like fools, telling the Queen this directly after telling her everything would be fine. Right. Levy, Norten, Bret; you all go with him. Take all the new charts and the wave-drawing, so they can see for themselves how the waves are acting. Go! We’ll all stay here until you come back with word. Maybe now that we know how these waves are acting, we can work out a more effective defense against them.”
Rolls of paper were carefully inserted into waterproof cases; Cloaks were collected, and Karal found himself once again leading a group of men who otherwise would never have given him a second glance out into the teeth of a storm.
This physical storm was indeed much worse than the ones that had followed the last two waves. “This alone ought to show your mages that we’re right!” Master Levy shouted over the thunder. “That An’desha showed us how unshielded magic-power can affect the weather, and if this isn’t an example of just that, I’ll eat my map case!”
Karal didn’t think that the case was in any danger of becoming an entree, given the severity of the storm. He just hoped that the others were still where he had left them. The little parade struggled against wind and rain all the way to the Palace, despite the sheltering effects of the buildings on either side of the street. Several times Karal was afraid they’d be blown off their feet, but it never actually happened.
Kerowyn must have given the guards a fairly severe lecture; some time was consumed in verifying that everyone was who he said he was, but it was time that Karal didn’t begrudge. Master Levy did, though; he stormed up the path to the Palace, grumbling under his breath, and Karal trailed in his wake, followed by the other two Masters. Norten and Bret were too busy trying to keep their cloaks around them to say anything, which didn’t make Karal feel any too comfortable.
But once they reached the doors of the Palace, Master Levy allowed him to take the lead again, even though the Master’s expression was as stormy as the night outside. It was