Not letting her sigh reach her tone of voice, she asked, 'Must you, Lord?'
'Well, ah, yes, actually.'
Laspeera turned a corner without slowing. 'Then do so,' she replied calmly.
'Here? In the middle of a hallway?'
'Why not, Lord? Do you find hallways somehow… tainted?'
'No, no, you misunderstand me, lady. Why, I almost fear you do so deliberately. I-it's just that the matter I must speak with you about is, ahem, regarding, ah, future actions of some delicacy involving the Lady Caladnei, and-'
'Lord Helmstone,' the senior war wizard replied, 'I fear discussing a marriage proposal with anyone other than the lady you wish to become attached to is less than prudent-as is considering anything at all of the sort without first acquiring the approval of your rather formidable father.'
'Wha-marriage? To such as her? Lady, you wound me deeply-'
'No, Lord, not yet,' Laspeera murmured, passing through an archway and rounding another corner. 'Not yet.'
The younger Lord Helmstone was bustling after her, still sputtering in outrage. 'Lady, I protest! Nobles of the realm are not to be trifled with, not even by-'
Laspeera spun around so swiftly that he was forced to snatch at a voluptuous statuette on a pedestal to slow himself, lest he crash into her. Seeing what rondure he'd laid his hand on, he snatched his fingers away in cringing haste.
Her voice was low and calm when she spoke, but it drained the high color entirely from his face nonetheless.
'Young men of even less prudence than manners? I say again, Lord Helmstone: before you open your mouth again in the palace, seek the wise counsel of your father.' The War Wizard turned on her heel, stepped through the next archway-and discovered that it was her turn to come to a swift halt.
'He did,' a deep voice said, in tones as challenging as a sword-thrust, 'and is now doing exactly what I bade him to. He is attempting, in his own way, admittedly less direct than it could be, to tell you a plain truth. Lady Laspeera, you we know and accept, though some among us mistrust a secretive woman-and a commoner, at that- holding so much power. You have demonstrated your loyalty to the Crown time and time again. You we would accept as Mage Royal, but not another mysterious woman-another commoner worming her way into office over us-not this motherless Caladnei. I but seek to warn you of the general mood. King Azoun is gone, lady, and our tolerance for the excesses of those he's left behind wanes-it does indeed. We won't take much more of this.' 'King Azoun the fifth is alive and well, I assure you,' she replied. 'And who, my most gracious Lord of Helm-stone, is 'we'?'
Laspeera's voice was a razor-sharp dagger of ice, but the elder Lord Helmstone did not flinch. A scuffling sound behind Laspeera told her that his son had, but her shield was still up around her. If sudden ambition-or 'patriotism'-should move him to fell a hated war wizard to in some small way cleanse the realm, her back was not unprotected.
'The heads of most of the noble houses of Cormyr, Lady Laspeera,' Helmstone said quietly. 'The flower of the realm. The swords and coins upon whose support the Dragon Throne stands-or falls.'
'And if I was to loudly denounce this treason, Lord?' 'Lady, as King Azoun-the fourth-himself said to us all, 'tis not treason to seek what is best for the kingdom.' Helmstone regarded her gravely, and murmured in tones that barely reached her ears. 'You should now be Mage Royal, Lady-not some uplands upstart.'
'Do you know so clearly, my lord, what's best for Cormyr?' Laspeera asked him softly, her voice still icy. 'Better than does the wizard Vangerdahast, perchance?'
Helmstone shook his head. 'I have no love for the old wizard, Lady, but with him at least I knew what I was mistrusting.' He drew back, and waved his hand in a gesture that was clearly a signal to his son to depart, swiftly and upon the instant. 'I see our time here is wasted. You too must be mind-mazed by the spells of the new witch.'
Laspeera shook her head, almost as amazed as she was pretending to be. 'Do you misunderstand what wizards do that much?'
Helmstone's response, as he drew aside a hanging to step through a door he should not have known was there, was a growl of menace.
'Our beloved Forest Kingdom is falling on dark days, indeed,' he said, 'if the last withered branches of the decadent Obarskyrs are now cozened by scheming witches. Steps must be taken.'
A startled servant stood blinking in the revealed doorway, a tray of decanters in her hands. With a snarl of anger the noble let the hanging fall right in her face, whirled, and strode past Laspeera, back down the passage in his son's footsteps.
Timidly the hanging was lifted aside. Laspeera gave the servant a wordless, 'I don't know about these nobles, either,' shrug and swept on in search of the Steel Regent. The short route to where Alusair would be seemed to have grown very long.
Passing a certain doorway, she gave the face regarding her from its shadowed depths a discreet nod and strode on without speaking.
Out of that way, in the senior war wizard's wake, stepped a man whose answering nod was even more subtle. Glarasteer Rhauligan, dealer in turret tops and spires, strolled nonchalantly after the storming noble, humming a popular song of the streets as he went.
Far down the corridor, Laspeera stiffened as she recognized it-and, slowly and ruefully, let a real smile touch her lips. The name of that tune was Wizards, Kings, and Doom, We All Rush to Seek the Tomb. Indeed.
The noble faces staring down into the pit were pale and sweating. It's one tiling to sneer at terror-tales heard in youth, deeming them sheer lies spun by the weak-minded. It's quite another to see them come to life and writhing in pain below you-wounded, yes, but so large and mighty in magic and so terrifyingly near.
Netheriloursonce. Heed, humans. Greatevil returned shadows shadowmen darkwizards, city of Shade now back. In desertofourdevising. Will reachout seizebetter-lands-this one! Soon, plotting evennow! Storm back from exilehidingcravenstealth to seize whatrightfullyy-ours togreat acclaimproperrank bards'esteem Weak women on throne ignorant willdither willbetoolate youCormyr's only hope YOUher salvation!
The hissing mind-voice fell silent, but its echoes still thundered in their heads, and it was only with difficulty that Halvundrar Cormaeril managed to speak, his voice thick, slow, and awkward.
'What… must we do?'
Keepsecretkeepsilent heedmy words!
The voice slowed, mind-speaking each word carefully and firmly, as an angry father might deliver a warning of great importance to a child.
Royal Magician must be slain. First get from her key to Iltharl's Vault. Very powerful magic therein. Take it, cleanse your fair land, and set someone suitable on the throne. Yourselves, for instance. Soon it will be time to strike. Very soon.
In their minds appeared a sudden, vivid image-of a long-barreled key, its silver plate tarnished with age, its wards large and fluted, its handle worked into a dragon's head, jaws agape.
Darkness descended like a curtain, and their minds were their own again. They could see nothing of the pit and the ridiculous-looking, trumpet-shaped bulk shuddering in it, clawed arms and stinger moving restlessly.
Maerlyn Bleth shivered. So that was a phaerimm.
His mind whirled the image of the key they must seize from the Mage Royal in front of him and took it away again.
A flying city of shadow wizards come back from ancient Netheril. All the Realms endangered, Cormyr the closest prize… it was using them, that thing down in the pit, using them like the brainless cattle it so obviously and scornfully believed them to be. When the time was right, its spells would lash out or it would stab at their very minds.
But plots are easily spoken and harder in the doing. Mistakes inevitable-oh, hadn't the gods taught far too many Cormyrean nobles that. Mighty magic is always a weapon worth having-and if Cormyr was doomed, after all these centuries, at least the House of Obarskyr could be driven down in richly-deserved slaughter first, every last screaming woman of it, those sneers wiped off their faces as they saw the nobles they and their forebears had so
