The Dragonstone

"Or so they said, Belgon," replied Arilla. "Or so they said."

"Well, we ca

As the other Mage nodded in agreement, Arilla murmured, "True."

Arin cleared her throat. "If the pale green stone I saw in my vision is indeed this unscryable Dragonstone, then how could I have seen it at all?"

Wizards looked at one another. Some shook their heads. Others shrugged. But Belgon stroked his chin in deep thought then looked up and said, "It must be the 'wild magic.' "

Arin turned to the red-robed, black-haired Wizard.

" 'Wild magic'? That's the term Dalavar Wolfmage used. What does it mean?"

Belgon shook his head. "It means, Lady Arin, that you exercise an unknown power in a way we do not understand, for it requires no manipulation of the astral ‹fire› or any of the five elements. It seems to be a power of neither earth nor water nor air nor fire nor aethyr. Instead it is something else-something 'wild' and unpredictable. Whence it comes, who knows? Who understands? Certainly not we."

Again a silence fell upon the Council. At last Arilla said, "As you can see, Lady Arin, we are stu

A white-haired female Mage dressed in a white robe leaned forward in her chair and held up a finger. Arilla glanced her way. "Yes, Lysa

"Sage, we have not heard all of Lady Arin's vision."

"I know," replied Arilla.

"But I've told ye all," protested Arin.

Lysa

Arin turned up her hands in a wordless response.

"What Lysa

Silverleaf stood and stepped to the side of Arin's chair. Arilla raised her gaze to him.

"I am Alor Vanidar, past Coron of Darda Galion, the Eldwood, the Land of the Larks." Soft exclamations murmured 'round the chamber. Raising his voice slightly, Silverleaf said, "I"-he turned and gazed at Rissa and the other Elves, and then looked down to Arin-"that is, we would hear more of this Dragonstone, more of this Green Stone of Xian. Too, we would hear if there is a way to avert its terrible doom."

Arilla nodded. "Yes, we owe you that much." Now her gaze swept about the chamber. "If there are no objections, I will adjourn the Council for the time being to tell these guests the history of the Dragonstone, inasmuch as we know it. Too, I propose that Lysa

Again her gaze swept 'round the chamber, and hearing no protest, she looked at Lysa

But before she could bang her gavel down, there came a commotion at the doorway, and pressing through the gathered Mages came an armed and armored figure. Small she was, compared to the Mages, five feet two at most. She was garbed in brown leather-vest and breeks and boots-and hammered bronze plates like bronze scales were sewn on the vest; underneath she wore a pale cream silk jerkin. Her skin was the color of saffron, and a brown leather headband incised with red glyphs held her short-cropped raven-black hair back and away from her tilted eyes and her high-cheekboned face. And at her waist were sheathed two slightly curved swords: one barely longer than a long-knife, the other with a full-length blade.

She marched 'round the table, Mages turning to see. Ignoring the murmurs and the stares, she stepped into the open space before Arin and faced the Dylvana, her eyes of onyx staring into the hazel of Arin's, and in a ringing voice declared, "Watakushi wa torn desu!"

Now she grasped the hilts of her swords and, steel whispering, drew them both in a flash and held them on high, calling out, "Kore wa watakushi no kiba desu!"

Viper swift, at Arin's side, Silverleaf's own blade sprang to hand, and as he started to step forward, the yellow warrior knelt on both knees before Arin and placed the gleaming swords on the black floor. "Watakushi no kiba wa anata no meirei ni shitagai masu," she said in a soft voice, and then bowed forward and down, her forehead to the dark stone.

Arin looked at her in bewilderment, and then up and about at the Mages. "Do any of ye know-?"

Seated at the table, a white-haired Magus, at the end of his current casting cycle, said, "I will translate for you, Lady Arin. First she said, 'I am a tiger.' And then, when she drew her swords, um, 'These are my fangs.' And lastly, when she lay them at your feet, she said something to the effect of, 'They are yours to command.' "

"Mine to command?"

"Yes."

"Her swords?"

"Yes, her fangs."

"But I-"

"If you do not accept, she will be dishonored."

Arin sighed. Stepping from her chair, Arin knelt on her own two knees before the abased warrior and took up the blades. Then she sat back on her heels and softly said, "Rise…"

"Aiko," supplied the white-haired Mage.

"Rise, Aiko," said Arin.

The yellow warrior raised up, and her eyes widened to see the Dylvana on her knees before her. Arin smiled, and reversed the swords and handed them to Aiko hilt first. "I will accept thy friendship and thine aid, Aiko, and yea, even thy service. Yet heed, thou art thine own woman, free to choose as thou wilt, yet should our paths run together awhile, then I welcome thee."

Confusion lurked deeply in Aiko's dark eyes, but she took the swords and sheathed them.

Arin stood and held out a hand to Aiko. Hesitantly, the warrior reached up and took it and stood as well, then she looked at Arin and gri

"Ahem!" Arilla harrumphed. All eyes turned her way. She glanced 'round the chamber. "If there is no more business…"

She banged the gavel down.

After the close of the session, accompanied by Lysa

Aiko, striding at Arin's side, was silent.

"Dost thou speak common?" asked Arin.

"Yes, Lady," replied Aiko, the hint of a strange accent overlaying the words.

"I must ask: why didst thou pledge unto me?"

"My tiger told me so."

"Thy tiger?"

"Yes."

Perin, walking behind, said, "Thou must be the one we heard about, the one who came through the winter to Blackstone."

"Two winters past," added Biren.

Without turning, Aiko said, "I did."

Arin glanced at the striding warrior. "And thy tiger told thee to do that as well, to come unto Blackstone?"

"Yes."

"If it is no secret, why?"

"To pledge to you, my Lady."

"To pledge to me?"

"Yes."

Arin looked questioningly at Rissa, but she just shrugged.

"This, um, tiger of thine," said Ruar, "just what is it and how does it tell thee of these things?"

Aiko strode onward in silence, answering not.

Arilla said, "She came to us two winters back. Said she had a purpose for coming, but until this day we knew nothing of it or of its import. She has been in service as a Warrior of Blackstone Mountain… until now, that is."