of that!'
Delphe nodded, her eyes again focusing on Telarian. She said, 'Some sort of. . probe entity burst from the boundary layer and ascended the Well.'
Telarian didn't have to act surprised. Delphe continued, 'A powerful working, not a phantom. It was a qualified escape attempt.'
'What shape did it take?' Telarian's voice was hoarser.
She replied, 'A self-improving tissue mass. It resembled an eyeless snake, or a questing tentacle. It improved and expanded every moment it remained free of the Well. What a time for Cynosure to fail!'
Delphe raised a conciliatory hand as she noted his eyes growing huge. 'Breathe easy. I quelled the escape. Cynosure woke up at the last, and between his working and my abjurations, the Traitor's sending, if that's what it was, failed to emerge into the Throat.'
Telarian shook his head. 'I am sorry I was not there to aid you.' The Keeper of the Outer Bastion's faith in his prognostication was fast approaching zero; he hadn't foreseen such a potent emergence so soon. Still. .
'But Cynosure did acknowledge the danger and helped you, if not as quickly as you desired. Are you certain he is corrupt?'
'I'm not certain of anything. I know this, though; he has suffered too many lapses of late. Have you noticed? Too many silences during critical moments in the Well. I was forced to turn off some functions.'
Telarian hissed with surprise.
She nodded, misunderstanding his response. 'Yes, it was necessary, despite the danger.'
'But, Delphe-'
'Telarian, listen! Add up the Traitor's sudden flurry of activity with Cynosure's glitches and the attack on the Causeway, and the result is trouble. It could imply an external force seeks the Traitor's release, and worse, has managed to infiltrate Stardeep so thoroughly that Cynosure, our first and best defense, is compromised. Then again, you already knew something of this, didn't you?'
Telarian cocked his head, guilt once again rising like gorge in his mouth.
'You knew an external force might move against us. You told me yourself you had the Knights investigate a suspicious wood elf encampment in the Yuirwood. What did they find?'
He breathed easier. She didn't know anything. 'Delphe, in all truth, the Knights found no evidence the wood elves knew anything of the Traitor or about Stardeep.' He spoke no untruths, he reflected. He wiped his brow with the back of his hand. Of course, to safeguard the presence of the Knights, the encampment had been eradicated.
'What of these that attacked recently? Were they wood elves?'
'Some were. I'm not sure from whence they came. Certainly not from the encampment, which disbanded not long after the Knights investigated.'
Delphe nodded, considering, her eyes narrow in thought.
Telarian continued. 'How do you suppose the attackers managed to corrupt Cynosure, when they've yet to enter Stardeep? Are you sure Cynosure's problems are part of this conspiracy you've outlined?'
Delphe rocked back, shook her head. 'Of course I'm not sure. But the timing is too awful to be a coincidence. Isn't it?' Telarian saw she was willing to be argued away from her theory.
Relief continued to cool his feverish mind like a spring rain. He knew with certainty Cynosure was not corrupted by outsiders.
No, he himself was responsible for Cynosure's odd habits. He'd sought to gain control over the sentient idol's abilities and knowledge. It appalled him to think his efforts might have prematurely compromised Cynosure's ability to restrain the Traitor. If the Traitor emerged too early. .
It wasn't his plan to release the Traitor until all the ingredients of his scheme were in place.
Before then, his first priority must be to bring Cynosure back to full functions. For that, he required Delphe's cooperation and willing aid. Though any single Keeper could decommission the constructs consciousness, only two or more could reinstate him. Telarian's hand brushed Nis's hilt. It occurred to him that once Cynosure was restored, it would prove best to remove Delphe's unpredictable actions from the equation, lest she complicate his divinations. As Brathtar's betrayals proved, even the most powerful vision of the future could be altered by too many variables.
Telarian smiled and began to speak. It wouldn't be difficult to allay Delphe's suspicions about the construct, the timing of the Traitor's escape attempt, and the utter improbability of a conspiracy. She wanted everything to be all right, and would be amenable to being led to that conclusion.
Once Cynosure was back, he'd order the construct to throw wide the Causeway Gate. Telarian wouldn't send a force out to greet Kiril; that had been a terrible mistake, one born of ego, not reason. Nis castigated him on his foolish plan. No, he'd allow Kiril to stroll of her own volition across the dimensional veil to find her destiny. He and Nis would be waiting.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Stardeep, The Causeway
A fey wind came up, blowing obscuring mist across the Causeway. Streamers of fog advanced, fused, and blotted the landbridge into a cloud of billowing gray-white. The Empyrean Knights and their mounts were leached of their color and faded, too, called back to their commanderies and stables beneath Stardeep.
'Come back!' screamed Kiril at the empty air. She dashed forward, cutting ineffectually at the ice-clogged water with Angul. 'Blood!' she coughed, realizing she was too late. Stardeep had pulled back its drawbridge, leaving only the unassailable moat of misted water for her to curse. She obliged.
Stabbing pain in her wounded leg cut short her stream of invectives. Damn Angul for refusing to provide healing. Usually, it was all she could do to fight off his influence. Now that she most needed his balm, he remained dull, unconcerned metal. She savagely shoved the blade in his sheath, a bitter oath in her mouth. She groped for her flask.
The pain in her leg redoubled, pounding as if a spike were being inserted. Blood slicked her calf and clouded the icy water with a scarlet plume. A wave of dizziness pulled at her and she stumbled.
Gage appeared at her side with a supportive arm.
'How is your wound?' he asked, concern turning down the corners of his mouth. The thief's own injury no longer seemed to bother him … Then she saw the glint of a discarded glass vial lying unstoppered and empty along his path.
'Are you blind? What do you think? You could have saved me some of your healing draught,' she mumbled. 'Help me sit.'
The thief lowered her to the ground and said, 'Sorry Kiril, I was in a bad way. I didn't think to save any.' As Gage's gauntleted right hand guided her to the ground, her sheathed weapon finally sparked and glimmered.
She gave up scrabbling for her flask. Instead, she grasped Angul's hilt. It was just like him. Despite himself, the willful blade couldn't remain quiescent in such close proximity to the hellbred glove. As her fingers slipped around the hilt, warmth suffused her. It suddenly occurred to her that amputating the thief's hand then and there was probably a reasonable course of action.
Above and beyond his fraternization with tools born in hellish dimensions, Gage knew more about the Knights' emergence than he should. What had he said during the heat of the fight? Her eyes narrowed in suspicion as she looked up at him. She gripped her sheathed sword tighter. Angul stanched her blood and fused severed flaps of skin and muscle, knitting them together as if never parted.
When she stood, her strength was renewed, and more. Her eyes burned as she roughly threw off the thief's hand, turning to face him. He realized his peril and backstepped.
Kiril groaned with the mental effort of relinquishing her grip on Angul's hilt. An arc of blue-bright fire persisted a moment, a connection between her hand and the blade, before spitting and snapping into oblivion, burning her palm with petulant fury.
'Not today, Angul,' she told the blade, which quivered and audibly groaned, impotent in its leather
