brown and carrying a staff had arrived at the scullery gate, refusing to give his name but insisting that Shandiph had sent for him.
'That's all right,' Shandiph told her as he watched the High King accepting Karag's obeisance. 'That would be Derelind the Hermit; he lives just south of here.'
'Why wouldn't he tell me that?'
'Oh, he's a secretive young fool. Don't mind him.'
Karag was rising now, and the six soldiers were being presented, together with a list of names and the honors they had received. Shandiph wondered how warriors could acquire so many marks of distinction on their records when the kingdom had been at peace for almost three hundred years.
'Should I find Derelind a guest chamber?'
'I don't know; ask him. He would probably prefer to sleep on the kitchen floor with the lower servants, and we may not have enough rooms for everybody, if we get a good response to the call.'
Chalkara nodded and slipped away.
She was back by the time the soldiers had finished their ritual presentation. Now, by custom, the High King and the Baron would retire to the King's private council chamber for a report on the state of the Barony of Sland, and Shandiph would be able to speak to Karag without the Baron's presence.
'Now, my lord Baron; I would hear how your lands have fared since last we spoke.' The King recited the traditional request slowly and precisely; it was plain to all present that he really didn't care how Sland fared, but was merely fulfilling his obligations. That was no surprise; the current King was perhaps the most worthless-to reign in Eramma to date.
Still, the ritual would proceed; to make it look good, the King and the Baron would have to stay in seclusion for at least a quarter of an hour. Shandiph suspected they would do little in that time other than drink a few toasts, but it gave him his chance to speak with Karag.
When the nobles had left the room, Shandiph started across the floor of the throne room. Karag met him halfway. Before Shandiph could begin a polite greeting, Karag snarled at him, 'Have you gone mad, you old fool?'
Shandiph was taken aback. 'What?'
'What in the name of all the gods did you think you were doing, summoning the Council to this castle?'
'This is a matter for the Council to discuss,' Shandiph replied stiffly. Chalkara came up behind him as he spoke.
'So you blithely called us all here, to the castle of the High King at Kholis?'
'Yes, of course. Why not? I was here; as chairman, it is my prerogative to choose the meeting site. Further, Kholis is centrally located and has good roads.'
'Does it mean nothing to you that our little group is supposed to be a secret organization, one whose existence is unknown to the world at large? For three centuries we have guarded that secret, and now you have virtually announced to the High King that there is an organization of wizards meeting here.'
'I have done nothing of the sort. Is that why you came so promptly? To tell me this?'
'Yes, it is; I thought that, if I got here soon enough, I could talk sense to you and convince you to warn the others away. We have ridden night and day since half an hour after I received the summons.'
'And you've brought the Baron of Sland with you.'
'I had to; had I left without telling him, he would have had my head. I told him that I needed to speak with you immediately, and he insisted on accompanying me.'
'And you call me a fool? Do you think he won't suspect that something out of the ordinary required such urgency?'
Chalkara interrupted Karag's sputtered reply. 'Why did he come with you? Did you not tell him this was a matter involving only wizards and their affairs?'
'Yes, I told him; I think that's why he chose to come. He's been taking a great interest in magic lately, even asking if I could teach him a few simple spells.'
'You haven't, have you?' Chalkara asked.
'Of course not! But as you have probably heard, it's unhealthy to deny Barach of Stand anything, however slight. I dared not argue with him about this trip as well.'
'If there is anything that will reveal the nature of this meeting, Karag, it is his presence. The King pays no attention to what happens around him; he cares for nothing but wine, women, and old books. The servants and courtiers can be frightened or bribed into silence. The Baron of Sland, however, is not so easily handled.' Shandiph tried his best to sound stern.
Karag paused for a moment, then said, with no trace of contrition, 'Well, it's done now, and if we're to keep it secret you'll have to turn back all the others. I'm sure that the three of us can handle whatever this problem is by ourselves.'
'The four of us; Derelind the Hermit is downstairs somewhere.'
'Very well, then, the four of us. What is this worldshaking problem? Has someone stolen a love potion somewhere or caught a councilor kissing a baron's daughter?'
'The problem requires a quorum of the Council. An overman has gotten hold of a magic sword, a very powerful one, and has destroyed large parts of two cities. The Seer of Weideth has divined that he is beyond the power of ordinary measures. At the very least he'll require assassination, and we may need to be even more drastic. Now, Karag of Sland, do you feel I was unjustified in calling the Council together?'
There was a moment of silence.
'Are you sure of the facts?'
'The Seer of Weideth swore to them.'
'Are you sure it was the true Seer?'
'No, but if it were not, Karag, then we have an even worse problem, do we not? The message was an imagesending; if it was not the Seer, then we have an enemy or traitor of unknown purpose and power to deal with.'
'True. What cities were destroyed?'
'Shall we go somewhere more private?'
'Yes, of course. Chalkara?'
'There is my chamber; it has the customary wards upon it.'
'Good.' They retired to her quarters, pausing only to order a servant to send up Derelind, and any other enchanters who might arrive.
When Shandiph and Karag had settled on the velvet cushions in her sitting room, Chalkara found the remains of the golden wine that she and Shandiph had been drinking when the message first arrived and served it out to the three of them. They sipped it, waiting for Derelind.
When the hermit had arrived and refused cushions and wine, preferring to squat on the bare stone between rugs, Karag again asked, 'What two cities were destroyed?'
'Permit me to explain, Derelind. The matter that I have summoned the Council to discuss involves an overman who has obtained a very powerful magic sword. He has already destroyed much of the city of Dыsarra, in western Nekutta, defiling most of its temples, burning the market and much of the surrounding area, and spreading the White Death, a particularly vile sort of plague. Dыsarra being what it is, I think we might forgive him that, but he has continued by laying waste to the bordertown of Skelleth and murdering its Baron.'
'Murdering?' Derelind inquired.
'He was stabbed in the back, I am told.'
'That would seem to be murder,' Karag agreed. 'What else?'
'He and a force of overmen have occupied Skelleth and are rebuilding it to suit themselves. It appears that they may intend to renew the Racial Wars. I need not remind you that it was those wars that created this Council in the first place; we were sworn to maintain peace by whatever means necessary.'
'Is the High King aware of this invasion?' Derelind asked.
'No.'
'You have not told him?'
'We would prefer to settle the whole matter ourselves. The Seer of Weideth tells us that armies would
