shifted, the stonemurk vanished. Gaspaeril’s treatise had been clear about that.
Tanalasta reined her horse to a stop. “Something’s wrong.”
Vangerdahast continued forward, lost in thought and oblivious to the princess’s absence. She waited until Cadimus had carried the wizard several paces, then shook her head at the inattentiveness of her ‘protector.’
“Vangerdahast!”
The wizard’s back straightened and his gaze snapped to the side. When he did not see the princess in her customary place, he cursed foully and looked skyward, reaching for a wand.
“Vangerdahast, no magic!” Tanalasta yelled.
Since escaping the ghazneth, they had taken Alusair’s advice and avoided magic like the plague. They had banished their rings, bracers, and weathercloaks to their saddlebags and buried their peacemaker’s rods, enchanted daggers, and everything else that radiated a constant aura of magic. So far, they had every reason to be happy with the results.
When the wizard still did not see her, Tanalasta waved her hand in the air. “I’m right here.”
Vangerdahast reined his mount around, his rheumy eyes betraying his relief. “What is it?” He continued to scan the horizon. “Did you see something?”
“It’s what I haven’t seen that concerns me,” Tanalasta said. “Shouldn’t we have reached Crimson Creek by now?”
Vangerdahast finally pulled his hand from his weathercloak. “Apparently not, since we haven’t. Have patience. The Stonelands are a big place.”
“If you consider four thousand square miles big, then yes, they are,” said Tanalasta, “but that’s not the point. You said we would reach Crimson Creek in a day. We’re now going on two.”
“How am I to know how long it takes?” Vangerdahast shrugged. “I’ve never ridden there, you know.”
“I suppose not,” Tanalasta sighed. As busy as he was, the wizard was hardly likely to waste his time riding when he could teleport. “How far is it from the Stonebolt Trail?”
The wizard only shook his head. “It hardly matters, does it?” He waved his hand at the rocky plain around them and added, “It’s not like we can miss it.”
“We can if we never cross it.” Tanalasta pointed at the lodestone hanging from Vangerdahast’s wrist. “You’re sure that thing’s accurate?”
Vangerdahast extended his arm at an angle. The lodestone swung briefly from side-to-side, then pivoted back to its original position-perpendicular to the wind. “You see? It always returns to north.”
“Then how come we’re riding into a northerly wind?” Tanalasta asked.
Vangerdahast’s answer was as quick as it was certain. “It is not a northerly wind, it’s a westerly one.”
“Full of Anauroch sand?” Tanalasta asked.
The wizard frowned and fell silent for a moment, then pointed at the ground. “The sand comes from the Stonelands themselves.”
“Not according to Gaspaeril Gofar.” Tanalasta extended her hand. “Let me see the map. Unless Crimson Creek is more than forty miles from the trail, we’ve gone too far.”
Vangerdahast made no move to do as she asked. “I would say that the creek is just about forty miles from the Stonebolt Trail.”
Tanalasta continued to hold her hand out. “You do have a map, don’t you?”
“Of course.” Vangerdahast tapped a saddlebag. “A magic one.”
“Wonderful,” said Tanalasta. “I suppose we should be thankful. This is teaching us a valuable lesson.”
“Us?” Vangerdahast frowned. ‘What do you mean, ‘us?’”
“We can’t even open a map without magic. You don’t think that’s a little over-reliant?” Tanalasta asked. “What if we needed that map to win a battle?”
“If this were a battle, we would not be here,” said Vangerdahast stiffly. “And if you are trying to intimate that your spell-beggars would do better, do recall that they also speak their incantations one syllable at a time.”
“Vangey, that’s not what I mean at all.” Tanalasta reached across to touch the wizard’s arm. “I’m only trying to say that magic has its own vulnerabilities, like anything else.”
“My magic is powerful enough to see us both to safety in Arabel.” Vangerdahast jerked his arm away. “Which is exactly what we should do, now that we have established that Alusair is safe.”
“We have established that she’s alive, not safe.” Tanalasta’s tone grew sharp. “Nor do we know what she has discovered about Emperel’s disappearance or the ghazneth, which I suspect to be related. Most importantly, we have not yet informed Alusair that she is the new crown princess. You may stop talking to me about your teleport spell and start riding.”
Tanalasta urged her horse past Vangerdahast’s, then turned perpendicular to the wind and began to trot in what she hoped was a westerly direction. The wizard started after her.
“If you insist on this foolishness, will you at least ride in the right direction?”
“This is the right direction.” Tanalasta recalled a pamphlet on sea navigation one of the Dauntinghorn ancestors had written a hundred years before, then stopped and turned to the wizard. “If I can prove it, will you stop badgering me about teleporting back to Arabel?”
Vangerdahast’s bushy brow furrowed. He studied her without answering, and Tanalasta began to fear he had thought of the same thing she had.
When the wizard finally spoke, it grew clear he had not even considered the possibility that she might be right. “And when you can’t prove it, you will return to Arabel in all due haste and let me see to this matter properly.”
“Agreed.”
Vangerdahast could not quite keep from smirking. “Very well, then. Prove away.”
Tanalasta smiled and patted the wizard’s cheek. “I have a feeling we’re going to be a lot better friends after this.”
She dismounted and transferred her belongings to one side of her saddlebags. After the compartment was empty, she refilled it with fist-sized stones and walked to the front of her horse.
“Lead on, Vangerdahast. We’ll set our course by your lodestone for a few minutes.”
Vangerdahast eyed her saddlebags as though she meant to stone him to death, but nodded and lifted his rein hand to let the lodestone beneath it dangle free. He started forward at a right angle to the tiny rod, being careful not to stray off course. Tanalasta followed on foot, leading her horse and pausing every ten steps to stack one of the rocks from her saddlebag atop a larger stone along Vangerdahast’s trail.
The royal magician kept looking back, watching first with scorn, then with puzzlement, bewilderment, and- finally-chagrin. By the time the saddlebag ran out of stones, his cheeks were crimson with embarrassment. He shook his head in disgust, then pulled the lodestone from his wrist.
“We’ve been riding in circles!” The wizard raised his arm to throw the tiny rod away.
“Wait-it’s not the lodestone!” Tanalasta turned to look back along their course and saw that the stones traced a gentle, but distinct curve. “Cecil Dauntinghorn noticed a similar effect about a hundred years ago, when he found himself sailing around a tiny island in the Sea of Fallen Stars. As it turned out, his lodestone was pointing at a strange cliff of black rock. It started to point north again after he was far enough away.”
Vangerdahast eyed the stone-strewn plain sourly. “Don’t I look the fool. I hope you’re proud of yourself.”
“Not really.” Tanalasta began to redistribute the load in her saddlebags. “Well, maybe just a little bit, but I wasn’t trying to make you feel foolish. I just want you to trust my judgment.”
Vangerdahast cocked an eyebrow. “I’d trust it more if you would let me teleport us-“
“Vangey-“
The wizard raised his hand. “Not to Arabel, to Orc’s Pool. I’ve no doubt Alusair is fuming at our tardiness already, and now it’ll take us twice as long to find it-if we ever do.”
“Alusair can wait a few hours longer. I suspect she’d be even angrier with us if we led the ghazneth into the middle of her company.” Tanalasta fastened her saddlebags, then wiped another gob of brown grime from her eyes. “Besides, I doubt we lost much time. I’d have noticed if we had veered into the wind earlier.”
The princess mounted and turned perpendicular to the wind, now confident that she was heading westward. They rode for another three hours, and twice they noticed small bands of stoop-shouldered silhouettes skulking through the stonemurk. Both times they swerved away and rode briefly in the opposite direction, then resumed their
