Storm Rising

left a list of what Karal was and was not permitted to eat.

'We can't do this for long,' the Healer said warningly to both An'desha and Natoli. 'These herbs in this row are powerful and dangerous, and they shouldn't be used for more than a week. However, I do not think that he will need to be forced to rest for more than a few days. After that, these other potions, these brews, and good, soothing foods should effect the rest of the cure.'

'Provided we can keep Jarim from turning all our work into nothing,' Natoli muttered. The Healer looked at her without comprehension.

'Never mind, she's just thinking out loud,' An'desha told the Healer. 'Thank you, we're very grateful.'

'Well, I'm grateful that Herald Talia caught him before he had a real bleeding stomach,' the Healer said cheerfully. 'That's ten times harder to cure. Good night to you!'

After the young woman had gone off into the night, Natoli turned to An'desha with discontent written all over her intelligent face. 'All my life I've heard about how the Healers can cure almost anything that's not congenital,' she said. 'I've heard how they can piece shattered bone together, how they can make wounds close before your very eyes!'

'So?' An'desha asked, heading back toward the stairs and the living area of the ekele.

'So why didn't she do something?' Natoli demanded as she followed. 'All she did was look at him, put him to bed, make him drink a couple of messes of leaves, and that was it! He's been looking like grim death for days, and he doesn't look much better now, so why didn't she wave her hands around or whatever it is they do and make him well without all this resting and drinking teas?'

An'desha paused on the staircase and looked down at her, trying to think of an analogy for her. 'Would you build one of your big steam engines just to convey a few pots of tea to the Grand Council Chamber all day?'

'No, of course not; that's what pages are for,' she replied impatiently. 'What does that have to do with Healing?'

'There is no point in this Healer using a great deal of energy—energy that comes from within her by the way—just to perform a task that her herbs and minerals will accomplish, particularly not when Karal's life is not in any danger.' He raised an eyebrow and Natoli flushed; he figured he might as well not bother to point out that Talia could well have asked for an Herbalist-Healer rather than one who relied completely on her powers. 'She is simply using her resources logically. You would scarcely thank her for exhausting herself over Karal if—oh, say later tonight the Rose were to burn down and she would be unable to help some of your friends who were burned, because she had no energy left. It's a matter of proper use of resources, my friend, and not any slight intended toward Karal.' He looked back over Natoli's head, into the darkness beyond the garden windows, and smiled. 'Of all of the many kinds of people who may have been deceived by Jarim's foolish accusations, you may rely on it that no Healer picked by Lady Talia will be one of them.'

He looked back down at Natoli, who grimaced. 'I suppose I'm jumping at shadows,' she said reluctantly. 'And I keep forgetting that Healers are supposed to work differently than you mages.'

'Not quite; you are used to seeing the Masters and Adepts at work,' An'desha interrupted, as he resumed his climb, with Natoli just behind him. 'Journeymen and Apprentices—and what are called 'hedge-wizards' and 'earth- witches'—also rely entirely on their own reserves of energy, unless they are extremely sensitive to the currents of energy about them. Even then, they cannot use either the great leylines or the nodes where the lines meet. Only Masters can use the former, and Adepts can use both. But there are many, many mages who do their work very effectively with no more power than what lies within them.'

Natoli shook her head in frustration; An'desha turned to face her again as she stepped up into the gathering room of the ekele. 'It all obeys rules,' he chided her. 'It is all perfectly logical. Do not be the equivalent of a Firesong, who refuses to believe that the energies of magic cannot obey rules and logic. It is no more illogical to say that one must be born with the ability to become an Adept than it is to say that one must be born with the ability to become a sculptor or an artificer.'

'That isn't logical either,' Natoli replied with irritation. 'All people should be born equal.'

He laughed at her. 'Now it is you who are being illogical, assuming that because the natural world does not follow what you perceive to be the regular pacings of the world of numbers, the natural world should be discarded!'

She didn't reply, but he heard her muttering under her breath, and it was probably not very complimentary. He didn't mind; in fact, he rather enjoyed teasing Natoli, who he felt was far too serious for her own good.

Not unlike myself, in some ways. He ignored the mutters and went back to the room that had once been 'his,' which had been Karal's temporary refuge once before.

Karal was still awake, but even to An'desha's inexperienced eyes he was fighting a losing battle against the potions the Healer had given him. 'You should sleep,' An'desha said, sitting down beside the Shin'a'in-style pallet that lay on the floor. Natoli knelt next to him.

'I 'spose I should.' Karal yawned hugely, and blinked. 'Funny. I wanted to get sick, 'cause then I could just—stay in bed—and—'