War in Tethyr

Zaranda stared at the bundle as if it might at any moment transform itself into a raging dragon. "The world must be spi

"Don't leap to conclusions; that displays a lack of mental rigor," Nyadnar said. "It might be necessary that you fail spectacularly."

"Then I'll have to try my best to disappoint you," Zaranda said with a she-wolf grin. "In the meantime, though, I thank you."

The sun was setting when another knock roused Zaranda from her studies. "What is it?" she called, knuckling sand-blasted eyes.

A policeman opened the door. "His Grace the duke sends his regards, milady. He bids me tell you your friends approach."

"Well met, Zaranda Star!" called Farlorn the Hand-some, waving jauntily from the back of his dapple-gray mare. "Your beauty is most resplendent, all things considered."

Mounted on his dark bay, Stillhawk met her eye and nodded greeting.

It took all her strength to keep her knees from buckling right there on the city hall steps. The pressure of tears unshed stung her eyes.

The two men swung down from their horses and walked up to her. When Zaranda made no move to embrace them, the half-elf cocked an eyebrow inquisitively.

"Where are the others?" she asked quietly. "Where are Shield, and Chen? Where's Goldie?"

The sky was gray as a gull's back, save near the horizon where fire held sway. The air was thick with the smells of death and burning and decay. The darklings stank like dead things even when alive, if alive they were. Even if Zazesspur survived, it would take time to eradicate their stench.

"I thought you'd have heard," said Farlorn. "The beast betrayed you to the baron's men; we clapped him in irons and have kept him there ever since. The girl has been in a most powerful sulk since you vanished. She refused to accompany us today."

Have I done wrong? Stillhawk signed.

Zaranda touched his arm. "If so, not intentionally. I suspected Shield for a time myself. But I feel as if a Wrong has been done."

Farlorn tuttutted and shook his head. "Ah, Zaranda. Once again, you're letting the softness of your heart weaken that hard head of yours-"

"Hey! Zaranda! Randi!"

Zaranda turned. Trotting across the plaza from the south came Goldie, bearing Chenowyn on her back.

At their side loped Shield of I

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"You're sure this is the way into the palace?" Zaranda asked.

Farlorn's beautiful features assumed a long-suffering look by torchlight. "I didn't spend our previous so-journ in the city cutting out paper dolls. Naturally the palace attracted my interest, as a monument to elephantine bad taste if for no other reason. I made inquiry, and explored some on my own. That's one nice thing about trying to infiltrate buildings built less than an eon ago; it's a lot easier to buy a workman a jack of good ale at a tavern than it is to summon up his shade,"

Zaranda's party was recapitulating Simo

Next came Zaranda, armed with a splendid if non-magical long sword from Hembreon's armory and a long-bladed dagger with a knuckle bow for parrying. Unless mounted, she hated a shield's encumbrance; her left hand held a torch. Her only armor was a steel cuirass. Chen followed, unarmored in loose blouse and trousers, with a dagger thrust through her belt, primarily for effect. She refused to be left behind, and given her service in springing the great orog, Zaranda didn't argue.

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" 'Ware upward," Farlorn called back over his shoulder. "Anything falling from above is unlikely to be the ma

"Thanks so much for reminding us," Zaranda said in a low voice. Farlorn laughed musically. "And could you please be quiet? If Hardisty hears voices floating up out of his commode he's not going to think it's an angelic chorus come to sing his praises."

The half-elf gri

Just when it seemed Zaranda's thigh muscles were going to split straight across, Stillhawk and Farlorn straightened. Zaranda came up alongside them and found a round passage rising straight up.

"What's this," she asked, "a giant's oubliette?"

Farlorn shone the beam of his bull's-eye over metal rungs ru

Zaranda drew in a deep breath and blew it out through pursed lips. "Once we're up, there'll be no turning back."

She turned and embraced the others in turn. The rest exchanged handshakes and hugs. This might be the last chance to say good-bye.

Stillhawk came to Shield of I

The half-elf sneered and turned away.

Zaranda looked at him, then up at the hatch. "Locked?"

"Of course. Did you think this would be easy?"

"I thought it would be harder already." She shut her eyes and concentrated. It was difficult to summon the dweomer; fatigue dragged her down with leaden fingers. Get through this and you can rest all you want, she told herself. One way or another.