Elvenblood

army. I won't ask you to come up against the elves; I wouldn't ask that of anyone. We both know it would be a slaughter, and what would be the point, anyway? But—'

Lorryn interrupted her. 'Shana, wait a moment. The elves are not prepared to attack now. They are still trying to reconcile all their old grievances! What if we interfered with that process?'

'How?' she asked, skeptically. 'I won't ask the dragons to go into their lands shape-shifted as elves; it's too dangerous! Now every elven lord that appears is going to be under the tightest of scrutiny, and will have to be vouched for by a dozen others! And if they went as slaves—they couldn't do a thing besides watch. I can't ask the wizards to go in, either, not when the elves are watching for illusions! How can we do anything from a distance?'

'Lorryn and I can go,' Rena offered shyly. 'I'm not sure what he has in mind, but we can do it. He could be any young er-Lord, or even a third or fourth son—no one pays any attention to them, or to women, either. We could go a lot of places, without ever meeting anyone who would recognize us.'

Mero reached out and caught her hand and squeezed it. 'If they go in, I'll go with them,' he volunteered bravely, as Shana's eyes widened with shock. 'I know plenty about the High Lords and their estates. And I know some about the cities, too. I could always pass as Lorryn's slave, after all. I am used to that role.'

Shana looked over at Lorryn, who was nodding. 'You obviously have some plan,' she said slowly. 'There's something you know that we don't—'

'One small thing, yes,' he agreed. 'And, Lord Diric, mere is something your people can give me that will help that plan along immensely. The jewelry that your women make.'

Diric raised an inquisitive eyebrow. 'This sounds more and more complicated,' he said. 'I hope it is not so complex as to forbid success.'

But Lorryn shook his head. 'Actually, it isn't all that complex at all,' he replied. 'There is an ancient rift among the elven lords that no amount of negotiation is ever going to cure,' he told them all. 'And that is the rift between the powerful and the weak.'

Now Rena saw where he was going, and she knew why he wanted the jewelry too! 'The difference between the powerful and the weak is a matter more of magic than of wealth or property,' she said excitedly, rather than waiting for him to explain. 'Those lords with a great deal of magic make virtual slaves of those with little. Worse than slaves, in fact! That is a chasm so wide that nothing could ever bridge it; the hurts have gone on too long and have been made too deeply to ever be healed!'

Mero nodded. 'It's a rift that would never appear as long as the powerful lords can use their power against the weaker, so I don't imagine that a single one of those powerful magicians is bothering to make any kind of reconciliation with those they consider inferior. I doubt it would even occur to them.'

'Among those who are oppressed by those with power are most of the women,' Lorryn added. 'Now—what if suddenly all the power in the world meant nothing against those who have none of their own? What if—for instance, there was a fad for filigree jewelry among the not so well-to-do? What if those same souls learned that magic would have no effect on them while they wore it?'

'What if you got some of it into the hands of human slaves?' Shana added, her eyes glowing with excitement. 'Oh, Lorryn, do you really think that the lesser elves would rise up against their lords if they knew they had an immunity to their power?'

'Not only lesser elves, but think about all the discontented sons who have nothing to do but be their fathers' heirs, with no true prospect of inheriting?' Keman added. 'They're bored, they are withering away with boredom and resentment. They are tired of being given stupid little tasks as if they were superior slaves! I was among those people when I was hunting you, Shana. Remember Dyran, and remember that if Dyran was the worst of the lot, there are at least a hundred Lord Tylars who are nearly as oppressive to their sons! If they had an immunity from their fathers' magics, there are at least a handful of them who'd make more than mischief!'

'While they deal with the revolt of their underlings, and the insubordination of their women and children, they can't do anything about the wizards,' Lorryn concluded. 'That's my plan, anyway. Rena and I go back home. I go into the cities and hunt up the disgruntled underlings, the discontented heirs. She goes back home, spins some tale of how I forced her to come with me, and inserts herself back into the social round— only wearing this new filigree jewelry. My idea is that we can silver-plate it to hide the fact that it is made of iron. That way no one but the owners will ever guess what its powers are. The construction of it is exotic enough she ought to start a fad. The women are mad for anything new.'

Rena nodded ruefully, and he continued, turning toward her. 'The only problem—it could be very dangerous to you, Rena. I won't risk that if you really don't want to go.' His eyes were grave, and his face troubled. 'The plan will go better if you are in it, but I can succeed at least in part alone.'

'Until you're caught,' Mero said grimly. 'No, if you go in, I go too.'

'And I.' Rena lifted her chin defiantly. 'I think you're right. Revolt from the women is the one thing that the lords will not be looking for.' She thought for a moment, to that long-ago time when she had been staring into the darkness of her room, looking forward to a bleak future as the near-enslaved wife of a complete idiot. What would she have done if she had known that she had a way to shield herself from anything her father or his could do to her? What would she have said if she knew she could not have her mind taken away from her?

Oh, her father could still have used physical force—but there were answers to that as well. And if her mother could somehow have gotten an iron collar locked around his neck, perhaps as he slept…

Mother.

'If nothing else, I have to return to help Mother,' she said suddenly. 'I have to, Lorryn! Wait a moment, let me think.'

She closed her eyes for a moment, and let her thoughts settle. 'We can find out if the news got around that I escaped with you quickly enough,' she said, finally. 'If it didn't—I can start visiting some of my female 'friends,' the farther away from our estate, the better. I can show them my jewels—tell them that they were betrothal gifts—and let slip where they can purchase their own copies. I won't stay more than a day at a time. The men never bother with visitors in the bowers, and they never remember a woman's name. As long as I don't linger, I'll be safe enough.'

Lorryn nodded, and so did Mero. Mero's look of approval and encouragement was what she really needed to get on with the next part of her plan.

'That gets the fad started, so it can go on with or without me. Then I go home.' She raised her hand to stop Lorryn's protests. 'I tell Father that you kidnapped me, just as you suggested. All he has to do is cast a simple spell and he'll know I'm fullblooded. Then I become important, Lorryn, I become the only true child of his blood! I can even tell them that's why you kidnapped me, so that you could use me as a bargaining chip against him. Then I can slip some of the jewelry to Mother, and we can escape together.'

'The only question I can think of is—are we going to make an organized revolt over this?' Lorryn said, finally, turning to Shana.

'I don't see how we can afford not to,' she told him frankly. 'Once the secret of the jewelry leaks out, the more powerful lords are going to start looking for ways to get around it—and they can do that if they can ambush the wearers one at a time.'

Rena closed her eyes, bit her tongue, and tried not to show her fear. This was no romance, no dream in her garden. This was real, as real as their trek into the hills, as real as the rug under her hand. When they left this place, and reentered the lands of the elven lords, she would be in real danger. She could die. So could Lorryn.

So could Mero, and he didn't hesitate.

There was an icy hand clutched around her heart, a ball of cold clay in her throat, and a frozen lump of lead in the pit of her stomach. Was it only a night or two ago that she had walked with Mero in the moonlight, and thought that for the first time in her life she was truly happy? And now—

Now we risk all of it.

But she couldn't do anything less, not without making everything she'd gone through meaningless.

There was, for a brief moment while she strove to conquer that fear, another force warring within her. Temptation—to act like a real coward, a selfish coward. After all, she was no fighter, no hero like Shana! She could run back to her father and tell everything she knew. He'd not only welcome her, he'd reward her. He'd give her everything she ever wanted. She could have all those things she daydreamed about, her own manor where she alone would rule, books, music, gowns and jewels, and freedom to do exactly what she wanted. These halfbloods, these dragons—they weren't her kind. Why should she give them her loyalty and service when simply aligning