Wind Rider's Oath

'If you don't have anything better to do,' she agreed. 'In the meantime, however, I'm afraid it's past time I was off on one of those 'pleasure jaunts' Bahzell and I were never promised.'

'Ah?' Bahzell cocked his head. 'And has Himself been talking to you again, Kerry?'

'Not directly.' She shook her head. 'On the other hand, He doesn't speak directly to me as often as He seems to speak to you.'

'Perhaps,' Brandark murmured in the tone of one in whose mouth butter would adamantly refuse to melt, 'that's because it doesn't require something quite that, um . . . direct to get through to you.'

'I wouldn't know about that,' Kaeritha said primly, and her blue eyes twinkled as Bahzell made a rude gesture at his friend. 'But,' she went on, 'He does have His own ways of getting messages through to me. And the one I'm getting now is that I've been sitting around your house too long, Milord.'

'My house has been honored by your presence, Dame Kaeritha,' Tellian said, and this time his voice was completely serious. 'I would be most pleased for you to remain here however long you like. And while I know a champion's duties take precedence over all other considerations, could you not wait at least until the rain stops?'

'Does the rain ever stop on the Wind Plain, Milord?' Kaeritha asked wryly.

'Not in the spring,' Bahzell replied before Tellian could. 'It may be after pausing a bit, here and there, though.'

'Bahzell is right, I'm afraid,' Tellian confirmed. 'Winter weather is worse, of course. They say Chemalka uses the Wind Plain to test Her foul weather before She sends it elsewhere, and I believe it. But spring is usually our rainiest season. Although, to be fair, this one's been rainier than most, even for us.'

'Which I'm sure will be doing wonderful things for the grass and crops, assuming as how it doesn't wash all of them away before ever they sprout. But that won't be leaving you any drier right this very moment, Kerry,' Bahzell observed.

'I've been wet before.' Kaeritha shrugged. 'I haven't melted or shrunk yet, and I probably won't this time, either.'

'I see you're serious about leaving,' Tellian said, and she nodded. 'Well, I'm not foolish enough to try to tell a champion of Tomanak her business, Milady. But if He insists on sending you out in such weather, is there at least anything I can do to assist you on your way?'

'It might help if you could tell me where I'm going,' Kaeritha said ruefully.

'I beg your pardon?' Tellian looked at her as if he half suspected her of pulling his leg.

'One of the more frustrating consequences of the fact that He doesn't talk to me as directly as He does to Bahzell here,' Kaeritha told him, 'is that my directions are often a bit less precise.'

'Well, Bahzell does require as much clarity-not to say simplicity-as possible,' Brandark put in with a wicked grin.

'Just you be keeping it up, little man,' Bahzell told him. 'I'm sure it's an impressive splash you'll make when someone kicks your hairy arse halfway across the moat.'

'This castle doesn't have a moat,' Brandark pointed out.

'It will as soon as I've finished digging one for the occasion,' Bahzell shot back.

'As I was saying,' Kaeritha continued in the tone of a governess ignoring her charges' obstreperousness, 'I haven't really received any specific instructions about exactly what I'm supposed to be doing here.'

'I should think that helping to destroy an entire temple of Sharnа and to establish a brand-new chapter of your order amongst Bahzell's people-not to mention playing some small part in preventing that idiot Redhelm from committing all of us to a disastrous war-constitutes a worthwhile effort already,' Tellian observed.

'I'd like to think so,' Kaeritha agreed with a small smile. 'On the other hand, I was already headed this direction before Bahzell ever came along. Not that I knew exactly why then, either, of course. But one thing I do know, Milord, is that He doesn't normally leave His champions sitting around idle. Swords don't accomplish much hanging on an armory wall. So it's time I was about figuring out whatever it is He has in mind for me next.'

'You've no clue at all?' Bahzell asked.

'You know Him better than that,' Kaeritha replied. 'He may not have actually discussed it with me, but I know that whatever it is, it lies east of here.'

'With all due respect, Dame Kaeritha,' Tellian pointed out, 'three-quarters of the Wind Plain 'lies east of here.' Would it be possible for you to narrow that down just a bit more?'

'Not a great deal, I'm afraid, Milord.' She shrugged. 'About all I can say is that I'm probably within a few days' travel-certainly not more than a week's or so-of where I'm supposed to be.'

'While it would never do to criticize a god,' Tellian said, 'it occurs to me that if I attempted to plan a campaign with as little information as He appears to have provided you, I'd fall flat on my arse.'

'Champions do require a certain . . . agility,' Kaeritha agreed with a wry smile. 'On the other hand, Milord, that's usually because He's careful to avoid leading us around by the hand.' Tellian quirked an eyebrow at her, and she shrugged again. 'We need to be able to stand on our own two feet,' she pointed out, 'and if we started to rely on Him for explicit instructions on everything we're supposed to be doing, how long would it be before we couldn't accomplish anything without those instructions? He expects us to be bright enough to figure out our duty without His constant prompting.'

'And Himself is after having His own version of a sense of humor, as well,' Bahzell put in.

'And that.' Kaeritha nodded.

'I'll take your word for that,' Tellian said. 'You two are the first of His champions I've ever personally met, after all. Although, to be honest, I have to admit I harbor a few dark suspicions about how typical the pair of you are.' Bahzell and Kaeritha both grinned at him, and he shook his head. 'Be that as it may,' he continued, 'I'm afraid I can't really think of anything to the east of here-within no more than a few days' travel, at least-that would seem to require a champion's services. If I did know of anything that serious, I assure you that I'd already have been trying to do something about it!'

'I'm sure you would, Milord. But that's frequently the way it is, especially when the local authorities are competent.'

'I'm not sure I'd consider someone who could let that idiot Redhelm come so close to succeeding 'competent,' ' Tellian said a bit sourly.

'I doubt anyone could have stopped him from making the attempt,' Kaeritha objected. 'You could scarcely have stripped him of his authority before he actually abused it, after all. And once you discovered that he had, you acted promptly enough.'

'Barely,' Tellian grumbled.

'But promptly enough, all the same,' Bahzell said. 'And, if you'll pardon my saying so, I'm thinking that betwixt us it's been effective enough, as well. So far, at least.'

'It certainly has,' Kaeritha agreed. 'But my point, Milord, is that champions frequently end up dealing with problems which have succeeded in hiding themselves from the local authorities' attention. Often with a little help from someone like Sharnа or one of his relatives.'

'You think whatever it is you're here to deal with is that serious?' Tellian sat up straight in his chair, his sudden frown intense. 'That there could be another of the Dark Gods at work here on the Wind Plain?'

'I didn't say that, Milord. On the other hand, and without wanting to sound paranoid, Bahzell and I are champions of one of the Gods of Light. Tomanak doesn't have that many of us, either, so we tend not to get wasted on easy tasks.' She grimaced so wryly that Tellian chuckled. 'Of course, a great deal of what we do in the world requires us to deal with purely mortal problems, but we do see rather more of the Dark Gods and their handiwork than most people do. And the Dark Gods are quite accomplished at concealing their presence and influence.'

'Like Sharnа in Navahk,' Brandark agreed grimly.

'Well, yes, but -' Tellian began, then stopped. His three guests looked at him expressionlessly, and he had the grace to blush.

'Forgive me,' he said. 'I was about to say that that was among hradani, not Sothoii. But I suppose that sort of 'It couldn't possibly happen to us' thinking is what does let it happen, isn't it?'

'It's certainly a part of it,' Kaeritha said. 'But infections are always hard to see before they rise to the surface.'