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Watching Lilith's expression, Aradia said, "Lenardo does not take well to being treated as a possession. On equal terms, however, he is of immense value."
"Equal terms? How can you trust him, Aradia?"
"You have just confirmed my trust in him," she replied. "Lenardo, the Lady Lilith has brought me this." She handed him Drakonius' message-one of the originals, bearing the now broken dragon seal. "And, Lilith, yesterday Lenardo gave me this." Lenardo's version. "I received Drakonius' message before you did."
"He must have known I would bring it to you."
"Hron did not," Aradia pointed out.
"My watchers report troops massing at Hron's castle," said Lilith.
"As do mine," agreed Aradia, "but he has made no move in this direction."
Lilith paced to the door. "Hron has always had doubts about our alliance-he fears Drakonius' retaliation and does not wish to believe Drakonius will turn on us if he succeeds in taking the empire."
"The fool! Does he think Drakonius will trust him now?"
"Oh, come, Aradia," said Lilith, "we all know Hron is loyal as long as he thinks he's on the stronger sidel You sought his alliance too soon. You expect everyone to act on reason and honor."
"Hron is a Lord Adept-he has his people to think of."
"Drakonius gave bun his lands," Lilith replied. "He did not give you yours," she added significantly.
Aradia drew herself up to her full height. "If you are suggesting that Drakonius gives power only to those he can manipulate, I might remind you that he gave these lands to my father."
"I'm sorry," said Lilith. "I did not mean that Nerius could be intimidated-in fact, I believe Drakonius gave him his own lands because he feared that Nerius had the power to take them." She paused. "Your father still lives?" she asked gently.
"Yes," replied Aradia. "But let us not discuss Father now. I have brought Lenardo here to demonstrate the use he can be to us."
Lilith looked again at the paper in her hands. "Indeed- most useful. Lenardo, how did you intercept this message?"
"I was Reading Drakonius when he wrote it." "Reading Drakonius? But his stronghold is two days' hard ride from here! Can you Read that far?"
"Not right now, standing here and telling you about it. I must… seek a trance state," he equivocated. "I could not communicate with you at the same time. Normally, I would have another Reader to relay my message to you."
"His powers decrease with distance, as ours do," said Aradia.
"Can you Read Drakonius' Reader?" asked Lilith.
"Yes, I can, unless he shields his thoughts from me."
"And will he know you are Reading him?"
"Yes. However, that is not how Drakonius found out about me."
Her eyes snapped to his. "Are you Reading me?"
"No, Lady," Lenardo replied.
At the same time, Aradia laughed. "Give Lenardo credit for following a train of thought as easily as you or I. He ca
"Ah," said Lilith, "but you would Read me if you could?"
"You are the Lady Aradia's guest," Lenardo replied. "I would not attempt to Read you unless she requested it."
"Yes," murmured Lilith, "I am Aradia's guest. What are you to her, Lenardo?"
"We have… an agreement," he replied. "If you understood the Reader's Code, you would not fear my betrayal"
"Lilith," said Aradia, "I hope before we leave here to show you that an Adept and a Reader can work together for a common good. But for now… Lenardo, will yon please Read Drakonius' stronghold again and tell me whether he is ready to move out?"
"Yes, my lady."
He bowed and left the room, half hearing Lilith's question to Aradia, "Are you his lady?" Deliberately, he did not Read them, and so did not hear the answer.
Drakonius, Lenardo found, was not yet ready to move. In his stronghold Lenardo could locate only one other Adept, a young woman-twenty at most, he judged. As he had learned that Adepts, like Readers, did not come into their full powers until midlife, this could not be one of Drakonius' powerful allies. An apprentice, perhaps-he could have overlooked her on the other Readings. It was only too easy for a Reader to miss an Adept amid the clutter of other thoughts. Avoiding Galen, he Read room by room through the entire stronghold.
When he reported his findings to Aradia, she asked, "Was Drakonius making preparations to feed and shelter an army?"
"No-in fact, even using the beach as part of the camp, he doesn't have room for as many men as you have already gathered."
"Then he plans to meet them elsewhere," said Aradia. "If only I could have a Reader there in his ranks, to inform you if anything happened…" She sighed. "Have you Read my father today?"
"This afternoon. No change. I will check again before I sleep."
"Thank you, Lenardo." She reached for his hand, and he forced himself not to withdraw as a Reader normally would. He was getting used to the way the savages touched each other constantly, meaning nothing by it.
But Aradia's hand was warm on his, and he felt a pleasant tension between them. The wrong time, he thought, and then was surprised at the thought-no time was the right time for a Master Reader. Something in Aradia's eyes held him, a puzzled longing… He mentally shook himself. Fm flattering myself. I can't Read her, and so I imagine she desires… No. Aradia had made no overt advances since the day of the infamous bath. Now she was simply grateful for his help. As if to confirm his interpretation, she merely squeezed his hand, saying, "You won't regret helping me, Lenardo. I promise -you won't regret it."
In the morning, Lenardo found things much the same with Drakonius. The camp was designed to move at a moment's notice; he could detect no sign that notice had been given. He decided to Read Nerius before he went down to breakfast.
In the room above his, the woman Yula was sleeping soundly in the comfortable armchair. But NeriusLenardo ran down the staircase to the great hall. Reading for Aradia, he finally found her inspecting a new contingent of troops at the lower end of the back field.
He was breathless by the time he reached her side. "Aradia-my lady-it's Nerius. He's sleeping." At her puzzled look, he added, "He's just sleeping."
Her eyes widened. "Karl, take over here! Where's Wulfston?"
"At breakfast," said Lenardo as they ran back toward the castle. The back door was propped open now, the path between field and castle already well worn.
"Wulfston, come with us, please," called Aradia as they hurried through the great hall and up the stairs. The young Adept left his place without question and followed them to Nerius' room.
Aradia was first in and went directly to the bedside. Lenardo heard her gasp "Oh," halfway between a laugh and a sob. Nerius was curled up on his side, in a perfectly normal sleeping position, snoring softly.
Aradia extended a trembling hand toward his face, then stopped, turning to Lenardo and Wulfston. "Whatever happens," she said softly, "whether he sees, whether he knows us… it makes no difference hi my gratitude to both of you." Then she reached up to Lenardo's shoulders. He almost ducked away as her hands touched his neck, but then he realized what she was doing as she found the chain of the wolf s-head pendant and pulled the amulet out to hang on his breast, as Wulfston wore his. "Now, if Father can see you, he will know at once that you belong here."
Lenardo stepped back then, letting Aradia and Wulfston stand before Nerius as Aradia reached out to touch her father's forehead, just between the eyes. He turned away from the touch, onto his back, stretching and frowning as he came awake.
His eyes opened-the same violet color as Aradia's-but they were blank. Only for an instant, though. He winced, as if the morning light were painful, and when he reopened them he focused on his daughter. "Aradia," he whispered.