Evaine was told all about the young archer's adventures, including the tale of Sirana's treachery and how the wild mage was in truth a half-fiend, the daughter of the Red Wizard Marcus.
'She's in league with the pool of twilight, Evaine. That's what the others were coming to warn you about.'
The sky had steadily brightened as they spoke, and now the ruddy orb of the sun lifted itself above the snowcapped heights. As the first rays filtered their way into the clearing, the remains of the dreamstalker began to smoke and bubble, evaporating before their eyes. In moments, there was no trace of the shadow creature left.
They broke camp in the morning light. Evaine was still weak, her cheeks hollow and sunken, but now that the nightly attacks had ended, she thought she would quickly regain strength.
The first thing to do was to locate Kern and the others. How to go about it was a dilemma. It was possible that Evaine could cast one of her search spells, but that would have to be a last resort. The sorceress needed to save her spell components-and her energy-to find the pool of twilight.
'I could have used the magic carpet to scout the area,' Daile said, 'but…'
She didn't need to say the obvious. The tattered remains of the carpet were tangled in the branches of a nearby tree twenty feet above the ground. The magic carpet would fly no more.
Gamaliel turned to Daile. 'Perhaps there is another way you might scout above the trees.' There was a peculiar intensity in the barbarian's green-gold eyes.
'How?' Daile asked wryly. 'Am I supposed to flap my arms and fly into the air?'
'Perhaps I mean just that, ranger.'
Daile frowned. What was Gamaliel talking about?
'Gamaliel,' Evaine said seriously. 'Are you certain this is wise?'
The barbarian shrugged. 'She must discover the gift someday, Evaine. Why not now, when it can be of use?'
Evaine looked skeptical, but did not disagree.
Daile regarded them both in bewilderment. 'What are you talking about?'
Gamaliel reached out and took her hand. 'Come. I'll show you.'
He led her into the woods. Daile wondered why Evaine did not follow. Perhaps the sorceress needed to rest, she thought.
Gamaliel stopped when they reached the edge of a steep precipice. Rugged, pristine wilderness stretched as far as Daile could see, forested ridges gilded by the morning light. The sight tugged at her heart. It was a feeling she had experienced before, hunting with her father or stalking orcs in the Valley of the Falls, a desire to make herself one with the forest, the mountains, and the sky.
'It is the wild gift,' Gamaliel stated in answer to her thoughts.
'I don't understand,' Daile said, shaking her head.
'I have sensed it in you,' the barbarian explained in his rich voice. 'You move through the forest as if it is your home. You do not try to master it. Rather, you become part of it, sensing its sights and scents as if it is second nature for you.' He laid both his strong hands on her shoulders. 'The wild gift runs in your blood, Daile. Do you choose to accept it?'
The barbarian's words sent a strange thrill through her. She wasn't at all certain what Gamaliel was talking about, but somehow she knew he spoke the truth. The wind blew his golden hair from his square, chiseled face.
'Yes,' she whispered before she really knew what she was saying. The wilderness did call to her.
Gamaliel nodded, a pleased look in his eyes.
'Close your eyes,' he said, leading her closer to the edge of the cliff. 'I will help you.'
She did as he instructed.
'Can you hear the wind?' he murmured softly.
'Yes,' she whispered. She could hear the voice of the morning breeze, singing through the ghost-pale aspen frees.
'Listen to its music,' Gamaliel instructed. 'Let it blow over you, and through you. Now breathe. Breathe deeply. What do you smell?'
'The forest,' Daile answered. Though her eyes were shut, she felt acutely aware of everything around her. 'I can smell the sun warming the granite of the cliff. There's a wolverine's den nearby, and a group of white-tail deer even closer. And I smell snowcress growing beside a frozen spring not far behind us.'
Gamaliel nodded in satisfaction. 'Good, Daile. Now, let yourself be part of all that you sense. Let the wind lift you from your body. Let it shape you into something new. Something wondrous.'
At first it was improbable. Daile felt so
'That's it, Daile!' Gamaliel whispered intently. 'Let the wilderness influence you. There is something within you, trying to break out to answer the call. Let yourself be free.'
Yes, be free, Daile said to herself. Exultation washed through her. The sounds and scents of the woodlands were overpowering, intoxicating. She felt as if she was falling through air.
'Open your eyes, Daile Redfletching!'
Gamaliel's shout sounded oddly distant. Daile opened her eyes. Wonder filled her.
She was flying.
She stretched her wings, feeling the air rush over her feathers. She laughed for joy, and the sound came out as the high, piercing cry of a hawk. She beat her wings, soaring on an updraft, and wheeled high in the sky. She saw Gamaliel below her, shading his eyes with a hand as he grinned up at her. Then in a flash the barbarian was gone, and the tawny great cat was bounding through the forest.
She followed him, marveling at the way her wings guided her on the swirling currents of air. Her sharp eyes caught glimpses of Gamaliel loping gracefully among the trees below, and she pumped her wings, easily keeping pace with him.
A silver lake flashed beneath her, and for a moment she caught a glimpse of a red-gold hawk with red bands on the tips of its wings. It was only after a moment that she realized it was a reflection of herself. Rainbow-sided trout leaped in the cold water. She had the urge to swoop down and snatch one in her outstretched talons. But Gamaliel's snarl caught her attention. She flew after him.
Her vision amazed her. She could see a mouse cowering under a pile of dead leaves and the gossamer strands of a spider's web glistening in a tree a league away. She wheeled gracefully in the azure sky. In moments she saw them. Four travelers just breaking camp in a forested bowl a few leagues to the south.
There was Kern, saddling his horse, and Listle and Miltiades packing their gear. There was another with them, an old man Daile did not recognize, but by the scales of justice engraved on the hilt of his sword, she knew him to be a venerable paladin.
She cried out, letting Gamaliel know that she had seen them. The cat bounded back toward camp, and Daile followed. Moments later she swooped down and perched on a branch near Evaine. She began to explain that she had seen Kern.
The sorceress regarded her curiously. 'I can't understand hawk speech very well, Daile,' Evaine said dryly. 'Could you try Common, please?'
Suddenly the branch beneath Daile buckled. She fell to the ground with a thump.
'It would probably be better if you landed on the ground next time before transforming back into human form,' Gamaliel noted as he shifted into his barbarian shape and stepped into the clearing.
Daile nodded in agreement as she stood, rubbing her sore backside. Quickly she relayed to Evaine what she had seen, and they hastily broke camp. If they marched swiftly, they might intercept their friends by noon.
Once they were on their way, her head reeled. Had it not been for Gamaliel's strong grip on her arm, Daile might have tripped and fallen as the full implications of what happened washed over her.
'Gamaliel,' she began hesitantly, 'how… how did I do that?'
'As I told you,' he said gravely, 'it is the wild gift, a legacy from Ciela, your druidess mother. She had the gift, as many druids do, though I do not think it ran so strongly in her blood as yours.' Gamaliel smiled, then his face grew solemn. 'It is a remarkable talent, Daile. But you must take care. Sometimes… sometimes those whose blood sings with the wild gift can become lost in it. The call of the wilderness becomes so overpowering, it drowns out all
