The Dream Spheres

'Unadorned.'

Khelben nodded slowly, his eyes intent upon the young mage. 'This could be serious. There are some magicks-not many, Mystra be praised-that can have such effects. Have you bought another singing sword or some such nonsense?'

'No, nothing. Must we speak of this now?'

The archmage merely lifted one brow. Danilo sighed and began to gather words to explain what he suspected-and what he had done. 'As you know, the magic of Arilyn's moonblade has not always been stable,' he began.

'That is true enough, and I perceive the feel of elven magic about you.'

It was on the tip of Danilo's tongue to confess that the moonblade's magic had also been affected, until he remembered his mother's words, and Oth's, and Regnet's, and the many other small remarks that had warned him away from following his heart. Anger surged through Danilo at the thought that Khelben would add his considerable weight to the argument.

'You need not concern yourself,' he said angrily. 'I would not ask Arilyn to choose between me and the moonblade. That is the only thing in this world or any other that would make me foreswear her, half-elf though she may be. If that notion offends you, I would thank you to keep it to yourself.'

Khelben looked genuinely surprised. 'Why would it? Arilyn is a good woman. Probably far better than you deserve.'

This was not the response Danilo had anticipated. 'You approve?'

A wry smile touched the archmage's lips, and he made a sweeping gesture that encompassed the bed shy;chamber and came to rest on the portrait of a wondrous, silver-haired lady. 'How could I not? You know that Laeral's mother was half-elven.'

'No, I didn't,' Dan responded. In truth, little was known of Laeral, one of the famed Seven Sisters.

'Laeral's mother was a fine woman, though like many half-elves, she did not have an easy life. Nor did my father, for that matter,' Khelben continued.

That bit of intelligence stole the starch from Danilo's legs. He sank down on the edge of Laeral's bed and regarded the archmage with astonishment.

'Your father was half-elven,' he said in wondering tones, regarding the mage from whom he had descend shy;ed. 'So there is elven blood in the Arunsun family! The Lady Cassandra carries it and passed it to me.'

'Yes, that sounds like the normal order of things,' Khelben said testily. 'However, there is reason why Cas shy;sandra would not thank me for telling this tale or you for repeating it.'

Danilo smothered a grin. Though Khelben Arunsun was not, as was commonly believed, Cassandra Thann's younger brother, he still seemed to hold the woman in genuine awe.

'Your secret is safe, and I thank you for speaking it,' Danilo said from the heart. A small thing, perhaps, but it seemed to him nothing less than a key to most of his life's questions. Since boyhood, he had been drawn to all things elven and knew not why. He better understood why an elf woman had claimed his heart so completely-and why he cared enough about elven ways that he was prepared to give her up if he must.

'What will you do now?'

The archmage's question surprised Danilo, as did the gentle tone in which it was broached. Usually Khelben gave opinions and orders or asked questions designed to extract information. He was particularly strict with Danilo, in whom he took an oppressively paternal inter shy;est, but the archmage's normally stern face was softened by genuine concern. All of this prompted Danilo to do something he had not done for many years: ask advice.

'What do you suggest?'

Khelben's gaze shifted to the portrait of Laeral, then back to the young man. 'Find Arilyn and set right this matter between you. If things are as you suspect, and the moonblade's magic has gone unstable, then she will have need of your counsel and aid. But be wary in the use of magic. Perhaps you should devote yourself entirely to bardcraft until this matter is settled.'

'Strange words indeed,' Danilo murmured.

'Not at all. Magic is a great gift, but some things are more important.'

'I am glad to hear you say that, my lord,' said an amused, silvery voice behind them. Both men turned to regard Laeral, who stood listening without shame and who seemed not at all concerned by the fact that she was clad in little more than her own silvery hair. She nodded to Danilo, then turned a smile of such intimacy upon Khelben that the younger man wondered if she had truly seen him at all.

Danilo rose at once. 'I must be going.'

Neither of the great wizards of Blackstaff Tower gave any indication that they had heard him. Despite Khel shy;ben's warning, Danilo quickly summoned magic's silver path and stepped into the weft and warp of it. This time the spell held true, and he emerged in his own study.

A low fire glowed in the hearth, and a tray of break shy;fast pastries had been arrayed under a glass dome and placed on the table beside his favorite chair. All was as he had come to expect from the capable Monroe.

Danilo sank into the chair and rubbed both hands briskly over his face. His unintentional interview with Khelben had not given him much hope. The archmage had mentioned that he felt elven magic at work. Arilyn and Elaith had been the only elves in attendance. That left the moonblade as the most likely source.

It was true that Khelben had not advised Dan to stay away from Arilyn, but he had evoked Laeral to support this reasoning. That was hardly reassuring. Not too many years back, Khelben had given up a con shy;siderable amount of his own power in a struggle to wrest Laeral from the Crown of Horns, an evil artifact that held her completely in its sway. Danilo agreed that Laeral was worth any cost in magic lost. So was Arilyn. He would gladly strip his hard-won skill down to the most basic cantrip and count the loss as nothing.

But what other magic? Elf and moonblade were insep shy;arable, joined in mystic bonds. How could he possibly justify disrupting that, and what would be the cost to Arilyn if he did?

He pondered these questions until the fire burned down to ash and the night sky faded to silver. When all the argument had been made and countered, not once but a dozen times, Danilo merely stared at the eastern window, praying that the coming of dawn might bring illumination.

* * * * *

The rising sun burned through the sea mist that shrouded the port city and curtained the upper win shy;dows of The Silken Sylph. Through it all, Isabeau feigned sleep-no easy task once Oth Eltorchul awakened and discovered his loss.

She held her false repose while he searched and mut shy;tered and cursed and fumed. She lay unmoving until he seized her shoulders and shook her. With a gasp, she sat upright in bed, hoping that her expression was suffi shy;ciently dazed and frantic for credulity.

'You are alive,' he said grimly, staring into her wide eyes. 'Good. I was beginning to fear that the thief had smothered you in your sleep.'

'Thief?'

Isabeau's hand flew to her throat, as if seeking her necklace. She lunged for the bedside table where she'd left her jewels, palmed them, and then came up on her knees with both empty hands fisted and flailing.

'How could this happen?' she shrieked as she pum shy;meled the startled mage. 'Did you not set wards? Have you no servants to stand guard? My rubies! Gone, all of them!' Her voice rose into a wail, then broke into impas shy;sioned weeping.

Oth tossed her aside and began to pace again. 'This was no common thief,' he fretted. 'It would take consid shy;erable magic to overcome the wards I placed upon the doors and windows. Perhaps there is a hidden door. I did not think to check.'

He hurled an accusing look at Isabeau, as if blaming her for the distraction she offered. Not willing to give up the offensive, she tossed back her head, wiped her eyes, and returned his glare with equal heat. 'What do you intend to do about this?' she demanded.

The question set Oth back on his heels. Isabeau had expected that it would. If the nobles and wizards were as opposed to dream spheres as Oth claimed, they would not be pleased to learn that a score or so of the forbid shy;den objects would soon be in circulation. Nor would they believe Oth was innocent. The theft of his precious dream spheres, so soon after his presentation was soundly rejected, would appear far too convenient a solution.

'Well?' she pressed. 'Will you call the Watch and report this, or shall I?'