jingling, clottering forest of trotting riders.
The velduke leaned close to Taeauna and said, 'A good man; one of the few. You have just seen the pride and folly of Galath. If we were all a bit less noble and high-minded, and a bit more surly and… and…'
'Pragmatic,' Rod murmured, earning himself a startled look from Deldragon, and then a fierce nod.
'Come,' the velduke cried then to the knights all around, spurring his horse into a canter. 'Ride in earnest! Lances up! 'Tis a long ride to Bowrock!'
CHAPTER NINE
The riven keep stood on a ridge deep in the wild heart of the Great Forests; already young trees were sprouting up amid its blackened and tumbled stones, and older ones thrusting out branches to cloak it in their greedy Teachings for sunlight. The winged Aumrarr stalking grimly through the seared ruin moved slowly, for they were weary from a long flight, and battered from battle.
'Well, 'tisn't called Shatterjewels for nothing,' Juskra said fiercely, impatiently brushing matted blonde hair back from her scarred face. 'Of course the Dooms blasted every likely-looking stone and wall to powder! They'd cook and eat their own grandmares in hot-gobbling haste, if they thought doing so would win them one more spell!'
'Sister,' the youngest and most beautiful Aumrarr replied quellingly, 'tell us something we don't know. Years upon years of sisters before us swarmed all over this keep looking for magic, any magic!' Dauntra waved her arms at the devastation around them. 'I don't know what you were thinking to find that they couldn't.'
'A stone or two of the keep still standing,' Juskra snarled back. 'Do the Dooms have to wantonly despoil everything they touch?'
'It seems so,' dark-robed Lorlarra sighed, coming into the shattered room from the dark opening that had brought her from the well-chamber. It had been a tight fit, even with her wings folded tightly around her. 'Just be glad they've raged over this place so often, and thoroughly satisfied themselves that no magic remains but the echoes of what is lost. Otherwise, the power Ambrelle and I just used would have them all here in a trice, hungry for battle and new magic to call their own.'
'It worked?' Dauntra's usually impish voice was sharp.
Ambrelle was the tallest and oldest of the four, and had fought hard and long. Her severe face was pinched with pain as she came out of the well-chamber in Lorlarra's wake, her purple-black hair hanging across her face as she nodded wearily. 'Thus far,' she said. 'Malraeana and Phandele float in spell-sleep, and the healing has begun. It will take days, sisters mine.'
'There are our own hurts to see to, after that,' Juskra muttered. 'I'm in no hurry to leave these glows that blind the Dooms to what we do here. Where in all the Falcon Kingdoms are folk free of their sway now?'
'And Highcrag and all our sisters are gone,' Lorlarra whispered, hugging herself as if a chill wind had just thrust past her, 'or twisted by those spell-tyrants.'
'Twisted? Who? I thought they slaughtered everyone at Highcrag.'
'They did.' Lorlarra's voice was sadder than ever.
'Then who?'
'Taeauna. Wingless, now, and seen walking the world with a wizard.'
'Taeauna? A
Lorlarra shrugged. 'An unknown mage. From afar, perhaps.'
'So how is it we know he's a wizard?'
Lorlarra shrugged again. 'Who else but a wizard could tame her, sear off her wings, and have her so enthralled that she'd travel with him?'
Dauntra shook her head. 'I'll not believe that until I see it myself,' the youngest of the four Aumrarr said wearily. 'There are wild tales enough whispering their ways ar-'
'This is no wild tale,' Juskra said bitterly. 'I heard it, too. From a trader who's one of the Vengeful.'
Dauntra clapped her wings angrily, her large brown eyes darkening in anger. 'Ah! The Vengeful, who see fell wizards under every stone and behind every face that so much as looks at them!'
'The Vengeful,' Juskra snapped back, 'who have found so many wizards these last few years and sent them to swiftly dug graves.'
'Yes, and what has that given Falconfar? Three Dooms who tower over all the lands like god-colossi; three Lord Archwizards in the making!'
'Sisters!' Ambrelle said severely. 'Cease this wrangling! I myself cleave to the thinking that we cannot be certain, from here in this ruin in the green wild heart of nowhere, whether or not Taeauna is a traitor and the man she's traveling with is a foe or a wizard, nor rightly deem them peril or no.'
Tall and tired, she stormed into the midst of her fellow Aumrarr, hands on hips, and added crisply, 'I believe our time will be much better spent making a meal, devouring it, and talking over Falconfar as it is, not Falconfar as one maimed sister and a mystery man walking with her may or may not make it, in time to come. There is much to discuss, sisters mine.'
Juskra nodded a little sullenly, and scratched at the stiff, stained bandage that covered most of her breast. 'Well said. So talk. I'll suffer you to do so just as long as we ride over new ground, or speak of what is happening now; I've little stomach for trading words we already know, about places all of us have seen time and again, year in and year out. For instance, it should come as no surprise to any of us that Hammerhand of Ironthorn has come out as clear and strong in his hatred of wizards as Tharlark of Arvale has ever been, nor that Eldalar of Hollowtree cleaves to the same view. I do not care to sit through all of us listing such well-known lore one more yawn- inducing time.'
'Fair enough,' Dauntra said flatly. 'Know, then, that the newest of the Dooms-'N'-has successfully bred and spell-changed the beasts he calls 'greatfangs.''
'The three-headed dragons?'
'They're not-oh, never mind. Yes, the three-headed dragons.'
'And we know this because…?'
'Because he risked one on a daylight raid on the docks of Irkyn, in Rornadar, riding a second overhead to watch what befell. He'd not have risked them both had he not possessed others. Moreover, the two seen by the Irkynaar were younger and smaller than the lone greatfangs seen over Sardray a month back.'
'He's breeding them,' Lorlarra agreed.
'Yes,' Juskra echoed. 'I judge his thinking much as you do; he'd never risk both if they were all he had. My new lore is nothing like as dramatic as that, yet will be the more lasting.'
Ambrelle's eyes twinkled. 'Well, with a teasing like that, we're certainly listening. Say on.'
'When we were all but younglings,' the badly scarred Aumrarr began, rising from where she'd been sitting with hands clasped around knees to pace restlessly, wings stirring, 'there were no priests in Falconfar, no churches. Holy places, yes; altars, aye. We murmured a few words to fading gods more or less for luck, and most Falconaar counted themselves lucky there were no sacrificial pyres anymore, no priests scourging and damning and striking unbelievers down dead. For kindness and sick-tending and rescues unlooked-for, Falconaar had us.'
'I know where your words are leading,' Dauntra murmured. 'Say on.'
'First came the Forestmother, worshipped in the Raurklor holds, who warded off wolves and worse, and guided home those lost in deep woods. And who could speak out against aid like that? Or fear a few young lasses who went barefoot, and nurtured mosses growing on their own skin?'
Juskra turned slowly to meet the gazes of each of her three sisters, and added softly, 'So they are here to stay, and growing stronger. They talk now of Holy Moots, and 'Calling Up the Mother,' and having a say in who rules a Great Forest hold and who does not. Which is more than enough to rightfully alarm Falconaar. The way- traders who travel far with their wagons are already wary and muttering, warning each other of holds to be avoided if one travels alone. This much, sisters, you know already, or should.'
She turned her head slowly to survey the faces of her fellow Aumrarr again, and added fiercely, 'Hearken now to my news, out of southern Scarlorn. A new god is rising, darker by far than the Forestmother. 'Gluth,' they
