Storm Breaking

reminded him of something very familiar; in fact, there was some indefinable aura about her that was like—like—

Sunlord! She's—not—

'I must presume,' he said carefully after a deep breath, 'that Sworn Ones such as you who choose to instruct further generations do not bother to take a physical vehicle such as a Firecat or a Companion.' She's a spirit, that's what she is! Like An'desha's Avatars, only more here. More real. He felt positively giddy at his own daring, looking a spirit right in the eyes like this, and speaking to her as an equal!

'Say rather, are chosen rather than choose, and you have it rightly, young priest,' the spirit replied, a hint of a chuckle in her hollow voice. 'Though I have to admit that She has toyed a time or two with the notion of Black Companions. Or perhaps, Black Riders.'

Since Karal could well imagine Florian's indignant response to that idea, he had to stifle a smile of his own. Black Companions? Oh, the Heralds wouldn't like that at all!

'I believe you've met a kinswoman of mine,' the spirit continued. 'She left her mark on you, which leads me to think that she regards you favorably. She's a hard one to please.'

He tried wildly for a moment to think of who the Kal'enedral could mean. 'Ah—you—Querna?' he hazarded, trying to imagine how that rather aloof lady could have left any kind of a mark on him.

The spirit laughed aloud at that. 'No, young Clan-friend. Kerowyn. I see you've lined up anything that could serve as a weapon, hurled or otherwise, so that you can reach everything in the order you'd need it. That's the sort of 'mark' I mean. She's trained you so deep it's a habit.'

Startled, he looked down involuntarily and saw he'd done just that, with the things he'd have to throw at the farthest point of his reach and his dagger right at his elbow. He flushed. What must Chagren be thinking now, that he distrusted them all? That they had let a potential assassin into their midst?

'Oh don't be embarrassed, boy,' the spirit chided gruffly. 'That's one of the best habits to be in. What if someone unfriendly got in here? What if one of our more fanatical brethren decided that She had been deceived by you lot, and you all had to die? Don't you know what we say? Know where all the exits are. Never sit with your back to the door. Watch the reflections. Watch the shadows. Keep your hands free and your weapons loose.'

Sunlord! he thought desperately, I'm being bombarded with Shin'a'in proverbs! What a terrible way to die!

He meant that lightly, but it seemed that the Kal'enedral intended to continue until she had recited every proverb on the subject of self-defense that the Shin'a'in ever invented. 'Never sit down to eat with your sword at your side—strap it to your back for a faster draw. Better an honest enemy than a feigned friend. When —'

'Who is wisest, says least,' he interrupted, desperate to cut through what looked to be an unending stream of proverbs. Were Shin'a'in all like that? Even Kerowyn tended to spout Shin'a'in proverbs at the drop of a hint. And a spirit Kal'enedral probably knew every proverb ever composed!

The spirit laughed aloud again. 'Well said!' she applauded. 'Keep that sense of humor, and you might just survive this. Chagren, take special care of this one; he's deeper than he looks.'

Chagren bowed low. 'As you say, teacher,' he replied.

Karal wasn't prepared for the spirit's departure; he barely blinked and she was gone. A chill ran up his backbone, but he was determined not to show it.

'If you see a Swordsworn in black with a veil,' Chagren said slowly, 'it is leshy'a. There have been some few here among the rest of us. We think they come to ensure your safety... or ours. It's debated which.'

'It's more likely both,' Karal said, feeling a bit dizzy. 'Kerowyn's kin to her?'

Chagren shrugged. 'So she says. That is something new to me, but the leshy'a are not inclined to talk about their pasts. Often we do not even know their names. She is my first teacher of the sword, and came to me the night that I was Sworn—' He broke off what he was saying to shake his head. 'I am babbling. And you, young outland priest, can consider yourself as having passed a kind of examination. None of the Sworn are likely to question your right to be here ever again.'

With that rather surprising statement, he turned and left the chamber leaving Karal alone with his thoughts, which were, to say the least, very complex.

Although there was one thought that was not at all complex.

So my right to be here will no longer be questioned. That's all very well for me, but what about the others?