take us on again before long.'
'I thought as much from the way they pulled back,' Gerin answered. 'I said so, to whoever would listen. Nobody much listened. I wish I'd been wrong.'
Every so often, he would roll past wreckage of the army he had beaten: a chariot fallen to pieces; a dead horse; a hastily dug grave, brown against the green of the fields, to mark the final resting place of some imperial trooper who'd died slowly instead of quickly. Every time he spotted a grave, he wondered if Maeva had seen it. That probably didn't matter. No one her age believed anything bad could happen to her. The years taught you otherwise, sooner or later-more often sooner.
A rider came trotting back from around a bend in the road. 'Lord king!' he shouted, and then, remembering himself, 'Lord kings!'
'What have the imperials gone and done now?' Gerin asked.
'Lord king,' the scout answered, seeming relieved to be speaking to a single sovereign, 'lord king, there's a wall across the road.'
Gerin pictured a barricade of rocks and logs, perhaps with a few dismounted archers behind it to give approaching warriors a greeting less friendly than they might have wanted. 'Did you ride around it?' he asked. 'Do they have an ambush somewhere back of it?'
'Couldn't ride around it, lord king,' the horseman said. 'It's too wide to ride around.' He stretched out his arms as far as they would go.
'What's he talking about?' Aragis demanded irritably.
'I don't know,' the Fox admitted. 'Best thing I can think for us to do is go have a look for ourselves.' He tapped Dagref on the shoulder. 'Forward. We'd better find out.'
As soon as the chariot rounded the bend, he saw the horseman had been telling the truth. His own visualization had been at fault. The wall was of red brick, about ten feet high, and stretched off to east and west as far as the eye could see. Van said, 'The imperials couldn' t have built that.'
'Of course not,' Gerin agreed, 'or their soldiers couldn't have, anyway. It's sorcerous, without a doubt.'
'Maybe it's an illusion,' Van said hopefully. 'Maybe if we go up to it, we can go right through it.'
It looked very solid. Of course, an illusion that didn't look solid wouldn't have been much of an illusion. Gerin jumped down from the chariot. He walked up to the brick wall and slapped it with the palm of his hand. It felt very solid, too. Suddenly suspicious, he closed his eyes and walked forward. He bumped his nose, not too hard, because he wasn't going too fast.
He opened his eyes. He was staring at bricks, up so close they were blurry. He backed away. The bricks became sharp and clear. They didn't disappear, no matter how hard he wished they would.
More and more of the army came round the bend in the road. Gerin heard the exclamations of surprise that rose from his men and Aragis'. Some were just exclamations of surprise. He could deal with those. He was surprised himself. Others, though, ones that came mostly from his men, were full of confidence that he could get rid of the wall in short order.
Van had his own ideas about how to do that. Saying, 'Don't be shy with the cursed thing,' he shouted for a hammer. When he got one-a stout bronze-headed tool that looked about as deadly as the mace he carried-he slammed it into the wall with all his strength. Nothing happened, except that he grunted in pain and rubbed at his shoulder. ' Didn't even dent it,' he said in disgust.
'You wouldn't,' Gerin said. 'It's magical.'
'Really?' Van said, packing enough sarcasm into the word to prove he'd lived a good many years in Fox Keep.
Aragis the Archer said, 'This is why I wanted you with me, Fox, not against me.'
Gerin glared at him. 'Why? So I can look like an idiot in front of your men and mine both?' Aragis' expression was one of stolid incomprehension. He was convinced Gerin was a marvelous mage. Nothing would unconvince him except watching the Fox fail. In that case, he was liable to get unconvinced in a hurry. Hoping to sidestep the issue, Gerin looked around and shouted, 'Ferdulf!'
'What do you want?' the little demigod demanded. He was back to being surly. Most of the time, Gerin wouldn't have let that bother him. Now he would have been glad for a little of the grudging gratitude Ferdulf had shown right after the battle against the Empire.
Since he didn't have it, he went ahead without: 'Can you fly up over the wall and tell us what's on the other side of it?'
'Grass,' Ferdulf said. 'Trees. Cows. Elabonians. Go far enough and there are mountains. I don't need to fly over it to tell you that.'
Gerin exhaled through his nose. I will not let the little divine bastard get my goat, he thought. With as much patience as he could, he said, 'Knowing exactly where the imperials are might be good for us. We'll probably fight them again once we get past the wall, you know.'
'Oh, all right,' Ferdulf said sulkily, and hopped up into the air. What happened next made everyone who saw it exclaim in surprise and alarm. As Ferdulf rose, so did the wall in front of him.
He exclaimed, too-angrily. He didn't much care about obeying Gerin. Having the Elabonian Empire thwart him was something else again. But as fast as he flew, as high as he flew, whichever way from side to side he flew, the wall rose to keep him from passing over it. When he flew lower, it shrank, as if it, or the wizard in charge of it, could sense exactly how high he was at any given moment.
When he returned to the ground, the wall went back to being what it had been before he started flying: ten feet high, and very solidlooking. Gerin rubbed his nose. It felt as solid as it looked.
'You ought to knock it down,' Ferdulf said. 'A wall like that has no business existing in the first place.'
'Van didn't have much luck. And if it's magical, I'm not sure we can knock it down,' Gerin said. 'For instance, how thick is it?'
'I don't know,' Ferdulf answered. 'I think you're pretty thick yourself, though, if you stand here and let it baffle you.'
Rihwin the Fox came riding over to Gerin. 'Nice piece of work, isn't it?' he said with the tones of one admiring a fellow professional's achievement even when that achievement inconvenienced him. He'd studied sorcery down in the City of Elabon till a jape played on a senior wizard got him expelled from the Sorcerers' Collegium. Despite that expulsion, he'd been a better mage than Gerin up to the moment when Mavrix took away his sorcerous powers. He still knew magic well, even if he couldn't work it any more.
'I'd like it better if it weren't so nice,' Gerin said.
'Oh, but it's as pretty a use of the law of similarity as I've ever seen,' Rihwin protested, 'not only in building the wall, but also in making detection of the keystone-or rather, in this case, the key brick-as difficult as possible.'
'What nonsense is he spouting now?' Aragis demanded irritably.
Gerin took no notice of his fellow king. 'Father Dyaus,' he whispered. 'I do believe you're right.'
'Of course I'm right,' Rihwin said. 'When have you ever known me to be mistaken, pray tell?'
'Only when you open your mouth,' Gerin replied, which reduced Rihwin to irate splutters. Gerin ignored those, too. He walked up to the wall and examined it brick by brick. Sure enough, each brick was identical to all its neighbors: not just similar to them, but identical. Each one had a chip near the center, each had a scratch at the upper left-hand corner, and each, over to the right, had embedded in it a tiny crystal or flake of mica that sparkled when the light caught it at the right angle. 'Isn't that interesting?' he murmured.
'Now you're the one full of drivel,' Aragis complained. 'Tell me at once what's going on.'
'One of their wizards took a brick and sorcerously duplicated it about as many times as there are drops of water in the Niffet,' Gerin answered. 'If I could find out which brick is the real one, I wouldn't have any trouble- well, not much trouble-making the wall disappear.'
'Ah,' Aragis said, and then, 'All right. I was beginning to wonder whether you were able to talk sense or not. I see you are. Good. As I told you, I wanted you on my side because of the wizardry you know. Now-find that brick and get rid of it.'
Rihwin had the grace to give Gerin a sympathetic look. 'It's not quite so easy as that, I'm afraid,' Gerin said. 'One of these bricks along the bottom row is sure to be the brick, but which one? Go ahead, lord king-you tell me which one it is.'
'You're the wizard,' Aragis said. 'You're the one who's supposed to know things like that. Now get to work,
