side.
Telarian called a halt and warned the vanguard, 'Do not advance until I give the word!' The Knights prepared themselves for a charge up the slope and into Stardeep proper via the Parade Hall.
'What idea?'
For answer, Kiril turned in her saddle and called back along the narrowing tunnel, 'Raidon Kane, can we speak?'
The odd-looking half-elf who'd displayed amazing martial skill walked forward, his face the picture of calm acceptance, as always. Telarian frowned.
'Raidon, we're close enough to Stardeep's heart that you
might be able to use your mother's forget-me-not to bypass its defenses.'
Raidon nodded, gave Telarian an appraising glance, and withdrew an amulet from beneath the collar of his silk jacket.
'A Cerulean Sign!' gasped Telarian. Alarm skittered through his mind. How had he missed that?
'Yes,' agreed Kiril, 'Raidon keeps a Sign, for him a family heirloom. In any case'-she waved away the questions forming on Telarian's lips-'with a Sign, we can wrench Stardeep's point-to-point transfer system from Cynosure long enough to deliver ourselves directly to Delphe.'
'An excellent idea,' exclaimed Telarian. 'Let me see, and I shall attempt to do as you suggest.' He held his hand out to the half-elf. Raidon looked askance at him, making no move to comply.
Kiril shook her head, said, 'Raidon has held the Sign for years-it is firmly attuned to him, and him alone. You'd have no chance of using it without a lengthy bonding period, and we don't have time for that.'
True, of course. He just wanted the Sign out of the hands of someone over whom he had no leverage. And the appearance of such a potent bane against the Traitor was, again, not something he had foreseen. Anxiety, his old friend, took his cold palm in its own unsettling grip.
Kiril continued. 'Even without training, Raidon should be able to use it now that we're so close. Try it,' she bid the half-elf. 'Try to visualize the seams of arcane energy that infuse Stardeep. Try to. . mentally pluck one and bring it to you.'
Raidon's eyes unfocused slightly, and he said, 'I sense something of what you say. And'-he looked up, pointing with his free hand-'a questing shaft of light even now reaches out to us. It… is here!'
Telarian choked.
A voice rang out-Delphe's voice. It said, 'Kiril Duskmourn, gone from Stardeep these long years. Why have you thrown in with this deserter of the Cerulean Sign's ideals, he who even now plots to overthrow centuries of captivity and release the Traitor?'
Kiril started on hearing the voice. Delphe's voice, she supposed. So this was the woman who had defiled the oath and sought to aid the Traitor? She didn't sound insane. Of course, the truly mad rarely did, until you drew them out and exposed the foundations of their reasoning.
'Muddle-minded witch,' declared Kiril, a sneer coming to her face, 'don't insult me with your lunatic imprecations. What promise did the Traitor make that you'd join him in his defilement?' As she spoke, the swordswoman looked Raidon in the eyes and gestured sidewise with her head. She asked a question with her movement; could the monk figure out how to trigger a transfer? Perhaps she could keep Delphe distracted with meaningless babble. The demented enjoyed describing their aims, perhaps to justify a guilty conscience, or so stories suggested.
Raidon's brows furrowed in concentration as he gazed into the symbol on his amulet.
A disbelieving gasp came from thin air. Then Delphe said, 'You believe I've thrown in with the Traitor while you stand with Telarian, whose mind is poison and whose hands are stained with the blood of Empyrean Knights?'
'Yes, I stand with him, but don't waste your breath with falsehoods and ravings. I know your mind has cracked. Your lies stain my ears, and the weak, craven cowardice I hear in your voice is near to making me vomit!'
Despite actual rancor, Kiril was more concerned with the monk's progress. She watched as Raidon continued to stare into the Sign. A faint, bluish glow woke within the potent trinket. Raidon was accomplishing something!
Delphe's voice came back, heated but under control. 'Has it occurred to you that perhaps-just perhaps- Telarian is the one who has become the agent of the Traitor? Perhaps he 'stains your ears.' What do you say to that?'
'Unlikely.' Kiril snorted as she glanced at Telarian. The diviner rolled his eyes. Kiril continued. 'Because he carries half of Nangulis's soul in a blade all his own. It was Nangulis, if you remember, whose sacrifice is the reason the Traitor doesn't already walk free.' Kiril wanted to urge Raidon to hurry, but she didn't want to make Delphe suspicious. If Delphe knew what Raidon attempted, she could ask Cynosure to deactivate point-to-point transfers.
'Kiril,' came the response, incredulity clear in the tone, 'recall to mind the reason not all of Nangulis's soul was incorporated into Angul. Only those parts aligned with duty, purity, and self-sacrifice for a higher ideal were capable of empowering the Blade Cerulean-as you must remember. Think! It is not simply the 'unused' parts of Nangulis's soul that embodies Nis. Nis is composed of all the hidden, repressed, nihilistic portions of Nangulis, urges and neuroses all mortals share. When Telarian forged Nis, he drew from all those negative aspects and created a blade fit for a sociopath.'
Kiril frowned and looked again at Telarian. The man shrugged at the ridiculousness of Delphe's claim. He whispered, 'She merely seeks to sow uncertainty. We should advance.' Despite his words, Kiril saw a tightening about the man's eyes.
'Think, Kiril-what would such a blade actually want?' exhorted the disembodied Keeper's voice. 'Nis is Angul's opposite. Just as the Blade Cerulean seeks to destroy all abominations, the Blade Umbral seeks to release them!'
Kiril, ignoring Raidon to focus solely on Telarian, said, 'The woman makes a point. When Nangulis and I discussed his-'
As the skin falls from a shedding snake, so did all expression slough from Telarian's face as he grasped Nis's hilt. He dragged forth its length and swept the blade around to decapitate Kiril. As he attacked, he said in an emotionless voice, 'Delphe knows nothing.'
Raidon watched with wonder as color returned to his amulet, filling in the gap so dark it seemed to encroach on the symbol of the white tree at its center. This was the color the forget-me-not possessed almost the whole time it had been in his possession. How many times had he pulled it out and thought of his missing parent? He rubbed his fingers across the tiny overlapping inscriptions, briefly wondering if his mother had known their meaning.
To his eyes, a wisp of luminous blue-white light flowed down the ramp, a languid rivulet that terminated in the air above him, Kiril, and Telarian. The strand was a connection!
Voices passed up and down the slender stream of radiance, but the Sign lent him certainty that far more than mere sound could be transferred via the magical circuit, if only it was properly tapped.
Kiril's voice and the voice of the female Keeper contended back and forth, but Raidon paid their meanings no heed. His focus obscured everything but the strand. The longer he stared into its light, the more he understood. Yes, he thought, I see. .
Raidon grasped the end of the strand and mentally pulled.
The rearguard Knight fell into unconsciousness without alerting his compatriots who rode ahead. Gage guided the man's body down from his mount with one hand, holding the steed's reigns with his other so it wouldn't bolt.
In remarkably few breaths, Gage exchanged his dun-colored garments for the Knight's heavier, shiny raiment. He was frankly surprised at how light and flexible the armor was. As he mounted the huffing steed, he wondered if all elven chain was of such quality. Or, maybe the armor he'd just pilfered possessed a special quality known only to star elves. Perhaps he would keep the improvised disguise, if he survived. He mounted up.
