Troy Denning
The Sorcerer
CHAPTER ONE
7 Flamerule, The Year of Wild Magic (1372 DR)
it was the sound of despair, this strained silence that greeted the end of every report. With each account of yet another pact struck by the enemy, with every confession that a realm could raise no more troops, the envoys would drop their gazes to the polished surface of the conference table and study their reflections, and there would be no sound in the room but the sputtering of the oil lamps.
Only Princess Alusair Obarskyr, the Steel Regent of Cormyr, received the news with a raised chin, but it seemed to Galaeron Nihmedu that with each account of another cyclone spawned by the melting of the High Ice, with each description of a new city in flood or a nation's barley fields withering under a blazing sun, the furrows in the princess's brow deepened, the circles beneath her eyes grew larger, darker, and more menacing.
Alusair turned her attention to Galaeron and said, 'And what news from Evereska, Sir Nihmedu? How go matters for the elves?'
The question was for the benefit of the others present. Alusair was the one who had told Galaeron much of what he would pass along, and she was doing him an honor by asking him to repeat it on behalf of his city. Galaeron stood.
'Evereska will stand, Your Highness. ' This good news caused several envoys to raise their heads, and Galaeron continued, The elven armies are camped outside the Shaeradim, ready to meet the phaerimm the instant the shadowshell falls. '
'You're certain it will fall?' asked Korian Hovanay, the ambassador from Sembia. A foppish man with fleshy jowls and an outlandish feathered hat resting on the table before him, Hovanay glared at Galaeron as he spoke. 'I see no reason the Shadovar should let it fade. The phaerimm are Shade's archenemies-and the Shadovar have succeeded in all of their other undertakings. '
'All of their diplomatic undertakings, ' Alusair corrected. She had aged a decade in the forty days since Tilverton's loss, and her once striking face had become sallow and haggard with worry. 'Their army-what remains of it-has been quiet since the Battle of Tilverton. '
'My point exactly, ' Hovanay said. 'How do we know they have not been marshaling their strength to renew their attack on the phaerimm?'
'That is wishful thinking, Ambassador, ' said Piergeiron Paladinson, who had come by magic all the way from Water-deep. 'Sadly, the Shadovar are too cunning to turn their attention elsewhere so our alliance can mobilize against the Melting. '
'And the elven armies are as ready to meet the Shadovar as the phaerimm, ' Galaeron said. 'The shadowshell damages
Evereska as much as it does the phaerimm, and our people will prevent the Shadovar from renewing it'
What Galaeron left unsaid was that with two of Mystra's Chosen-Laeral Silverhand and her consort Khelben Arunsun-still trapped in the Shaeradim, Storm Silver-hand was just as determined as the elves to bring down the shadowshell. At the first hint of trouble, she would teleport straight to the mystical Splicing that held the dark sphere together and join six of Evermeet's last high mages in preventing the Shadovar from renewing it
Galaeron felt certain of little else in this strange three-sided war, but he was sure that the shadowshell would fall, and soon. What happened afterward was anyone's guess. With the phaerimm loose in the world, the Shadovar thawing the High Ice, and the weather wreaking flood and famine across all Faer?n, the only thing anyone could predict for sure was calamity.
Hovanay studied Galaeron with a sneer, then finally said, 'How wonderful for the elves. I'm sure you'll forgive the rest of us if we don't share your enthusiasm. '
'You have reason to wish Evereska ill, Ambassador?' Galaeron asked. 'Perhaps Sembia hopes to strike a bargain for our treasure?'
Hovanay's eyes flashed. 'I trust you are not suggesting that Sembia would traffic with thieves, Sir Nihmedu. '
Galaeron braced his hands on the table and started to rise, but the Harper witch Ruha, seated next to him in her customary veil and head scarf, laid a hand on his forearm.
'Remember your shadow, ' she said quietly. 'You assume too much. '
Galaeron felt a sudden surge of anger toward her and knew instantly that something dark and sinister had risen inside him. His shadow self was asserting itself again, trying to make him see dark motives and evil betrayals in those around him. He lowered himself into his seat and folded his hands, then looked across the table to Hovanay.
'My question was unwarranted, Ambassador, ' he said. It irked Galaeron to apologize, but it was wiser to trust Ruha in such matters than himself. 'I hope you will forgive the implication. '
Hovanay smirked back at him. 'Of course. We are all aware of your affliction. '
'Which is not to say that we understand your point, Ambassador, ' Alusair said. She did not bother to disguise her own suspicion of the man, for there had been no love lost between their two realms since Sembia's not-so-veiled attempt to carve off a piece of Cormyr during the Ghazneth Scourge. 'Why shouldn't we want Evereska to survive?'
'It is not Evereska's survival that troubles us, ' Hovanay answered. 'It is the fall of the shadowshell. Commerce has suffered enough as it is. The last thing we need now is a legion of phaerimm making slaves and egg-bags of the few caravanners still bold enough to meet their obligations. '
Galaeron restrained the urge to berate the man for worrying about his purse while brave elves were dying- but Alusair did not. She studied Hovanay with a sneer usually reserved for something she scraped off her boot, then shook her head.
'There is more at stake here than gold, ' she said. 'Our subjects cannot eat gold-though I'll be happy to feed you some if you'd like to experiment. '
Ruha snickered beneath her veil, and several other envoys had to bite their lips and turn away.
Accepting Alusair's affront with the casual poise of one accustomed to such treatment, Hovanay merely smiled.
'Perhaps we cannot eat gold, but we do need it to feed our armies. Is there a realm among us whose treasuries are not barren already?'
When the table remained silent, the ambassador continued, 'If our losses grow any worse, I dare say the alliance will lack the means to muster any army at all, much less one powerful enough to defeat the Shadovar and stop the Melting. '
Again, a tense silence fell over the council room, and Alusair's face turned stormy with frustration. Already exhausted of both gold and men, the realms of the alliance were stretched to the breaking point, and-just as Hovanay said-any pressure brought by the phaerimm would be enough to crush them. Even to Galaeron, the implications were clear. If Evereska were to survive, it would be at the cost of every other civilized land in Faer? n.
Galaeron began to feel that all eyes were turned on him. When he glanced around the table, it was to see the gazes of the other envoys quickly slipping away.
Lord Nasher Alagondar of Neverwinter, who had come by the same magic as Piergeiron Paladinson, coughed softly into his hand. The quiet thus broken, Alduvar Snowbrand- a Sword of Archendale and one of the three envoys shared by the Dalelands-wrapped his fingers around his chair arms and leaned forward as though he were about to pounce from his seat.
'We are looking at this wrong, I say. ' A tall, strong man with silky black hair, Alduvar had a spectral face and deep green eyes that seemed strangely distant and dull. 'Our enemies are the Shadovar, not the phaerimm.
