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Authors: L. S. Gibson
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"How did you do that?" an awed voice whispered.
Ninian swung around to find a young woman crouching by the wall in one of the corners; the corner, which had appeared empty before, though it was now clear it hadn't been. How was it possible? Whatever spell had hidden her from him and Jhond, from the Eynan, so comprehensively had to be particularly strong.
The young woman looked both fascinated and frightened, and though he hadn't been able to see her clearly in his vision, he knew her immediately. She appeared to be around twenty years of age, of about medium height, of slim build and with long hair worn loose. At first glance, he thought her hair was light brown, but then he noticed the red tints. Her eyes were grey and large. She was dressed in a very simple dress that fell to about mid-calf, with a fine-knit shawl around her shoulders. Ninian couldn't help but think she was a rather attractive young woman.
"There you are," Ninian said, sighing with relief.
However, the young woman's gaze was not on him, but on Jhond. It was obvious she knew he had been the one to dispense the powerful blue haze, the spell breaker.
Jhond held her gaze for a few seconds and then it was as if he shook himself. He took a deep breath. "The better question to ask," Jhond replied, "is how you managed to ward the room so well?"
"What?" She stared at him, her brow creased in puzzlement.
"Yes," Ninian said, his relief giving way to confusion. "There was no indication before that you had such power to ward yourself from us, from Jhond." His voice faded as he studied the floor more carefully before he added, "And there's no sign of a power circle."
The young woman scrambled to her feet, looking from one man to the other, confusion and fear evident. "I don't understand what you're saying. Ward the room?" Her voice shook a little, but her expression was determined as she added, "Who are you and how did you get here?"
Ninian met Jhond's gaze, and it was obvious Jhond had reached the same conclusion--this young woman wasn't the cause of the ward spell inside this room. There was something else at work here. Jhond stepped forward and gave the young woman a short bow.
"I am Jhond of Reeve, known as the Eynan, and this is my friend, Ninian of Hartees, who is a strong mage in his own right. Would you grace us with your name?"
His steady voice seemed to calm her, and she took a couple of steps closer, then stopped, a frown creasing her brow. "Magi I can believe--your action proved that--but the Eynan? That is merely a myth, a story to awe the children. And where are these places you speak of, Reeve and Hartees? I've never heard of such places."
Ninian held out a hand, palm up and open in a gesture of friendship, hoping to put the woman at her ease. "Hartees and Reeve are not places; they are family names of ancient magi families from before the time of the Withdrawal. And the Eynan is no myth. Jhond fulfilled the criteria and was sealed in the title only a short time ago. He led the armies from Timendra across the Estan Sea to defeat the Illurian Empire. Will you not tell us your name?"
Her eyes widening in shock, or perhaps disbelief, the woman stepped closer still. "Remi...er, Remelin Laith is my name. Can that be true? The empire is no more?"
"The emperor and his preceptor are dead, and the Illurian armies are fighting a losing battle as each state the empire swallowed up is beginning to fight back," Ninian replied truthfully. "It's only a matter of time now."
"And he"--she stared at Jhond, but spoke to Ninian--"he's the Eynan? In truth?"
"Yes, he is."
She frowned. "Then why is he here? There's nothing here for such as he."
"Is there not?" Jhond queried. "An ancient artifact brought us here to find you. And the spell protecting this place was very powerful."
"And that confuses me," Ninian added. "When I saw you before, Remelin, you couldn't even complete a spell. Can you tell us what's going on here?"
"And your words confuse me! "
"How did you do that?" an awed voice whispered.
Ninian swung around to find a young woman crouching by the wall in one of the corners; the corner, which had appeared empty before, though it was now clear it hadn't been. How was it possible? Whatever spell had hidden her from him and Jhond, from the Eynan, so comprehensively had to be particularly strong.
The young woman looked both fascinated and frightened, and though he hadn't been able to see her clearly in his vision, he knew her immediately. She appeared to be around twenty years of age, of about medium height, of slim build and with long hair worn loose. At first glance, he thought her hair was light brown, but then he noticed the red tints. Her eyes were grey and large. She was dressed in a very simple dress that fell to about mid-calf, with a fine-knit shawl around her shoulders. Ninian couldn't help but think she was a rather attractive young woman.
"There you are," Ninian said, sighing with relief.
However, the young woman's gaze was not on him, but on Jhond. It was obvious she knew he had been the one to dispense the powerful blue haze, the spell breaker.
Jhond held her gaze for a few seconds and then it was as if he shook himself. He took a deep breath. "The better question to ask," Jhond replied, "is how you managed to ward the room so well?"
"What?" She stared at him, her brow creased in puzzlement.
"Yes," Ninian said, his relief giving way to confusion. "There was no indication before that you had such power to ward yourself from us, from Jhond." His voice faded as he studied the floor more carefully before he added, "And there's no sign of a power circle."
The young woman scrambled to her feet, looking from one man to the other, confusion and fear evident. "I don't understand what you're saying. Ward the room?" Her voice shook a little, but her expression was determined as she added, "Who are you and how did you get here?"
Ninian met Jhond's gaze, and it was obvious Jhond had reached the same conclusion--this young woman wasn't the cause of the ward spell inside this room. There was something else at work here. Jhond stepped forward and gave the young woman a short bow.
"I am Jhond of Reeve, known as the Eynan, and this is my friend, Ninian of Hartees, who is a strong mage in his own right. Would you grace us with your name?"
His steady voice seemed to calm her, and she took a couple of steps closer, then stopped, a frown creasing her brow. "Magi I can believe--your action proved that--but the Eynan? That is merely a myth, a story to awe the children. And where are these places you speak of, Reeve and Hartees? I've never heard of such places."
Ninian held out a hand, palm up and open in a gesture of friendship, hoping to put the woman at her ease. "Hartees and Reeve are not places; they are family names of ancient magi families from before the time of the Withdrawal. And the Eynan is no myth. Jhond fulfilled the criteria and was sealed in the title only a short time ago. He led the armies from Timendra across the Estan Sea to defeat the Illurian Empire. Will you not tell us your name?"
Her eyes widening in shock, or perhaps disbelief, the woman stepped closer still. "Remi...er, Remelin Laith is my name. Can that be true? The empire is no more?"
"The emperor and his preceptor are dead, and the Illurian armies are fighting a losing battle as each state the empire swallowed up is beginning to fight back," Ninian replied truthfully. "It's only a matter of time now."
"And he"--she stared at Jhond, but spoke to Ninian--"he's the Eynan? In truth?"
"Yes, he is."
She frowned. "Then why is he here? There's nothing here for such as he."
"Is there not?" Jhond queried. "An ancient artifact brought us here to find you. And the spell protecting this place was very powerful."
"And that confuses me," Ninian added. "When I saw you before, Remelin, you couldn't even complete a spell. Can you tell us what's going on here?"
"And your words confuse me! "
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