yet.â
âThat could be. It does take lots of power, especially for someone like myself. I mean, itâs natural for me to be visible, so I have to manage it just opposite from the way Nysa does. Anyway, IâIâd feel a lot better about going after the true sword if I could vanish easily whenever I wanted to, the way Cerid could.â
âSure, it would be a help,â he admitted. âBut the main thing is to get to wherever it is. What I donât understand is why you think Brother Benedict can help us. You need a formulaâbut what does he know about it?â
âHe knows how to cast a spell,â she said quietly.
âAâa spell?â He stared at her.
âYes. A spell. Heâs very skilled at it.â
âBut how is casting a spell going to produce the formula?â
âIf he can put Nysa under a spell, he can send her mind over toâto where Cerid has gone and get the formula direct from her.â
He stared at her again, incredulously. âWhy, IâI never heard of such a thing!â
âThereâs much you havenât heard of,â she retorted, giving a faint sniff. âUncle Benedict was rather lax in your education. Anyway,â she admitted, âNysa is afraid it wonât work. No one has ever put a spell on one of the Dryads. After all, we do have very peculiar minds.â
âYou certainly do have,â he affirmed. âNow suppose Nysaâs right, and a spell wonât work with her. What then?â
âBut itâs got to work!â she wailed. âItâs just got to!â
Brian sighed and rubbed his jaw in doubt, then studied her curiously out of the corner of his eye. With her little-girl looks and grown-up mind, her golden braids and changeable green eyesâslanting green eyes that could be full of mischief one moment, or brimming with tears or blazing with rage the nextâshe was the strangest person he had ever known.
Finally he asked, âWhat was this trouble you were going to tell me about?â
With the question, her mood changed on the instant. Suddenly she gave one of her gay little laughs. âThe news is out about you! Sir Brian, how would you like to become a nobleman?â
Something in him recoiled at the thought. âIâd rather be myself,â he retorted. âDonât forget, my father was a woodcutter. Only hours ago I was a stableboy, until you knighted meâand I still think you were having fun at my expense. Anyway, knights earn their rankâbut not those born with titles. Theyâre all soâso worthless. The abbey school was full of that sort. Spoiled and rotten! They called themselves my betters, and I despised them all!â
âOh, dear me!â she exclaimed, rolling her eyes. âThen you donât want to become a nobleman?â
âNo! I just want to be myself.â
She sniffed. âThatâs really too bad. Because already the peasants are going quite wild about you. All they can talk about is the stableboy at St. Martinâs who cracked Rupertâs pate, and left Aradel without a ruler. La-de-de! Their leaders are having a secret meeting right now in the woods behind the village. They think youâve got truly marvelous powersâalready theyâre calling you a count or something. Theyâre willing to march on Rondelaine immediately if youâll lead them!â
His jaw dropped.
âWell?â she said, something devilish glinting in her eyes.
âIs this the truth?â he demanded.
âAs heaven is my witness, Sir Brian. I got it straight from Uncle Benedict, who is there talking to them now.â She shook her head in mock sadness. âAnd still you donât want to be a nobleman?â
âNever! But tell your uncle Iâd lead them this very evening if I had the true swordâwhich we must have for victoryâand that they can count on me the moment I get it.â
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