Hulda sat bolt upright and fixed him with a hard stare. Ancar nodded cautiously. Obviously he did not see where this was going.
Falconsbane held on to his patience. If this had been a child of his, he'd have had the youngling whipped for stupidity a hundred times over by now.
'You need to give this man information to send his master. You need it to be information of a certain kind. You must show him that you are a powerful ruler. By displaying this kind of - initiative - I think you will give this envoy a great deal to think on. By showing that you know the best way to use your resources, I think you will impress him with your ability to take advantage of any opportunity you are given.' He narrowed his eyes a little, and pointed a finger at Ancar. 'But most of all, by displaying a ruthless hand toward your own troops, you will prove to him and to his master that you are not to be trifled with.'
Ancar smiled broadly, and Hulda's face had become an unreadable mask.
What Falconsbane had suspected, Hulda had just confirmed, although he doubted that Ancar realized this. Hulda was either an ally of the envoy, or a spy of the Emperor. Whether this was an arrangement of long standing or a recent development, it did not matter. The interests of Hulda and that of the Empire were the same, and Ancar was a fool not to have seen it.
This would give him another source of friction between the two of them. Things were looking up.
'You show another side of your powers that I had not expected, Mornelithe Falconsbane,' the King replied, unable to keep the glee out of his voice. 'And your reasoning is sound. I should have added you to my councillors long ago.'
He looked at Hulda. She kept her face as smooth and expressionless as a statue.
'Very sound,' Ancar repeated, with emphasis.
He stood up, and looked down at all of them. No one disagreed this time.
'So be it,' he said. 'We are agreed on a strategy. I will issue the orders immediately. Fedris, Bryon, Willem, you will go with the first contingent of troops to control them. More will follow. Do not risk yourselves, but make certain you drain every bit of blood-magic energy that comes from their deaths.'
He looked around the table once again, and his smile did not fade. Nor did Falconsbane's.
'You may leave,' King Ancar said, and the smile he wore was the mirror of Falconsbane's.
'This is the Heartstone?'
Elspeth sneezed; the dust still in the air even after the room had been cleaned was thick enough to make her eyes water. Even Firesong's bondbird looked dusty - and not at all pleased about it. 'Our little gift from V - ah - You Know.' She was a little uneasy about mentioning her ancestor. You never knew who might be listening.
'Indeed, and although I assume You Know made it, I truly have no idea how this one was made in the first place,' Firesong replied ruefully. He appeared to feel the same as she did about saying Vanyel's name out loud. 'I seem to be saying that a great deal lately.'
The firebird tipped its head sideways, giving him an odd look. He laughed a little, and Elspeth grinned a little, despite the undercurrent of unease she had felt since she got up this morning. 'Well, now you have some idea of how much there is that you don't know,' she told him, with mockery in her voice. 'You can start feeling like the rest of us mortals. Trust me, you'll get used to it.'
She turned her attention back to the large globe of crystal on the table in front of her, rubbing her nose to make it stop itching. It didn't work, and she sneezed again.
This Heartstone did not look much like the one she had seen in k'Sheyna Vale. That had been a tall, tooth- shaped piece of rough stone set in the center of an open glade, alive with power, but with a cracked and crazed surface and a definite feeling of wrongness about it. Not a neatly spherical piece of crystal the size of her head, swirled with hints of color, sitting in the middle of a stone table.
In fact, this room did not look much out of the ordinary at all. It was a direct copy of one on the ground floor of the Palace, one that was probably right above it, if Elspeth had reckoned her distances and angles right. Or maybe - no, probably, this room had to be much older - that room was a copy of this one. Why copy it? Perhaps to throw off enemies who were looking for it; this, if she had understood Vanyel correctly, was the physical link to the Web of power that bound all Heralds and all Companions together. Or perhaps the room had been copied because of the magic-prohibition; something like it was needed, but people kept 'forgetting' this room existed. Certainly the servants had been surprised to discover a door behind the paintings stacked against it, despite the fact that the door was clearly visible in bright lantern light.
The room itself was not very large; just barely big enough for the round table in the middle and the padded benches around it. The table itself would seat four comfortably, and eight if they were very good friends. A single lantern suspended above the center of that table gave all the light that there was, and that wasn't much; it had been designed to leave the room in a state of twilight, even when the wick was set at its brightest. And in the middle of the table, a globe of pure crystal sat in isolated splendor. Just exactly the same as the room
