Galaeron's heart sank. He could not bear to think of Vala in that place, being abused in that manner. He stepped to Vangerdahast's side.
'Why wasn't I told?' he demanded. 'Why did I have to find out through palace gossip? If this is another of your bids to inveigle me into using shadow magic…'
'That would be your fourth question, if a question it is,' Vangerdahast interrupted. He pointed at the wall, and a chair walked over to place itself behind Galaeron. 'Have a seat and explain what you mean by palace gossip. Surely, the whole palace can't know so soon?'
'The whole city knows, as far as I can tell. I heard it from a gate guard.' Galaeron ignored the chair. 'What I want to know is why wasn't I told? Were you afraid I'd go back to the enclave?'
Vangerdahast cocked his bushy brow. 'Actually, that's the last thing I would have expected from you,' he said, 'but the fact of the matter is that we only found out ourselves a few minutes ago. I was about to send for you to see if you might have any thoughts on their departure.' 'Departure?' Galaeron asked. 'Whose departure?'
A twinkle of comprehension came to Vangerdahast's eyes. 'Then you didn't know,' he said. Several of the wizards sighed in relief. 'The Shadovar have left the Sharaedim-sneaked out in the middle of the night Laeral's relief army was decimated, and she was horribly wounded.'
Galaeron sat-fell, actually-into the chair. 'What?' he gasped. 'Is Keya-?'
'The mythal wasn't breached,' offered the woman Galaeron had threatened with the throwing dagger. 'Your sister and everyone inside Evereska are no worse off than before-better, in fact, since they've been reinforced and resupplied-but with the relief army decimated and Laeral wounded, the phaerimm will be free to focus their attention on the city again.'
Vangerdahast laid a wrinkled hand on Galaeron's arm. 'I'm sure I don't have to tell you what the shadowshell is doing to the mythal. If you know of anything Storm and the other Chosen can do to breach it…'
'The magic must be renewed,' Galaeron said. 'All they need do is keep the Shadovar away from the Splicing. The bonds will weaken over time, and Weave magic will start to flow into the Sharaedim again.'
Vangerdahast sighed in relief. 'Good. Then our only problem is the additional magic the extra troops will require when the Heartland Alliance attacks the flying city.' He looked around the table. 'I think we can take this redeployment as Telamont Tanthul's answer to our demand that he stop the melting of the High Ice.' 'Actually, no,' Galaeron said. 'This is about me.'
The looks that came to the faces of the war wizards made clear what they thought of the theory.
'It is,' Galaeron insisted. 'I came here because there are rumors about that Vala has been made Escanor's bed slave. They abandoned Evereska to punish me for leaving Shade.'
'You have an awfully high opinion of your worth,' said the wizard Galaeron had hit with the potato. 'I don't suppose they could be consolidating their forces to defend against an attack from the Heartland Alliance?'
Vangerdahast cleared his throat and said, 'The elf may have a point. There are certain, um, secrets in his possession that they may desire to recover.'
Vangerdahast and Alusair had elected to hold close the fact that Melegaunt had imbued Galaeron with a vast knowledge of the phaerimm, lest the thornbacks have spies in the Arabel palace.
'The damage he caused them by revealing the shadow blankets was immeasurable,' the royal magician continued. 'They may very well be doing this to punish him-and to force him to return to Shade.'
'Or to force you to turn me over,' he said, 'and to punish you for harboring me-and daring to threaten them.'
Vangerdahast scowled. 'Punish us? They couldn't possibly-'
'They could,' Galaeron insisted. 'When was the last time you checked on matters in Tilverton?'
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
26 Mirtul, the Year of Wild Magic
Ruha had crossed the Shoal of Thirst once before. It had been a long, thirsty journey over a salt-pan as flat as a mirror, rife with tragedy and hardship, and she had considered herself lucky to reach the other side. Such a journey would have been impossible, save by ship or wing. Where once she had feared death be-cause a camel collapsed and burst a waterskin, there lay an entire lake, vast beyond the belief of most Bedine and blanketed beneath the shadows of an evening rain.
'It is a different desert than when you left, Ruha. Better,' said Sheikh Sa'ar.
A powerfully-built man of fifty who wore a gray keffiyeh over his graying hair, the sheikh was lying on a ridge crest, looking out over the lake along with Ruha and a Cormyrean war wizard named Caladnei.
'The lake has already brought us good hunting,' he added.
The sheikh pointed down the shore, to a broad sweep of desert blossoms with a few young date palms already pushing their crowns above the foliage. Ruha did not see what he was indicating until a herd of gazelle emerged from an expanse of tall grass and began to drink. Apparently, whatever magic had made a lake of the Shoal of Thirst had also removed its salinity, for gazelle did not drink brackish water. 'Easier, perhaps, but not better,' Ruha said.
Though it had been many years since Ruha lived in Anauroch-much less crossed the Shoal of Thirst-she felt violated. Undeniable as was the lake's beauty, it was already changing the surrounding desert, bringing with it an abundance and leisure that would destroy the Bedine's nomadic way of life.
'Those waters,' she said, 'are poison to the Bedine.'
The sheikh furrowed his brow. 'How can that be? I have drank from its waters many times myself, and you see for yourself that I am stronger than ever.'
'So you are,' Ruha said, 'but how long has it been since your khowwan left the lake?'
Sa'ar's face grew stormy. 'We are leaving soon.' He looked in the direction opposite the gazelles, to where a flight of veserabs were frolicking in a small bay. 'Upon the heels of our raid, in truth.'
'Stealing mounts from the Shadovar is not very safe, Sheikh,' said Caladnei. 'Their magic is strong.'
An unveiled woman with striking amber eyes and a tall willowy build, she insisted on dressing in a deliberately male fashion, with long tresses of red hair spilling out from beneath her keffiyeh and a slender sword hanging from her belt.
'Then it is good I have you.' Sa'ar looked away from the lake and locked gazes with the war wizard. 'Your magic must be very strong as well, for you to dress as you dare.'
Caladnei's eyes flared. 'We did not come to Anauroch to help nomads steal-'
'Take only the young veserabs, Sheikh-those still too small to ride.' As Ruha spoke, she looked past Sa'ar to scowl at Caladnei. 'The others will only spit in your face, and their breath is worse than that of ten camels.'
'That awful?' The sheikh's bushy brow rose. 'Then they must be fine mounts, indeed.'
'So it seems to me,' Ruha said, 'but Shadovar magic is different from that of the Zhentarim. You must not blame us if the raid goes awry.'
Before the sheikh could answer, Caladnei said, 'Ruha, did you not tell me that the Bedine don't use magic? If we help, the Shadovar may realize we're here.'
'Anauroch is a large desert, wizardess,' Sa'ar said, 'and the city of Shade well-hidden. By the time you find it on your own, the Shadovar will certainly know you are looking for them.'
'Are you threatening to reveal us?' Caladnei demanded.
'Sheikh Sa'ar would never betray his guests,' Ruha said.
She glanced down the hill, where the rest of the Cormyrean scouting party stood in dusty abas, holding the reins of their recently purchased camels stiffly at arm's length. The handful of women in the company followed Caladnei's example and refused to wear veils, and there was a marked lack of children and saluki dogs. 'But he is right,' the witch continued. 'We do not make a very convincing tribe. The sooner we find the Shadovar city, the better our chances of surprising them.'
In truth, Ruha thought it likely they had been discovered already. When Vangerdahast had asked her to lead a scouting party into Anauroch to locate the flying city so Cormyr could launch a surprise attack, Ruha had asked for a company of swarthy, brown-eyed volunteers whom she could disguise as Bedine. Instead, the wizard had
