that we may get only one chance at this, one chance to save ourselves before the wyrmlings take their mountain of blood metal and seize control of the world for all time.'
'A single day is not much time to grant endowments.'
Daylan said, 'Our champions won t need a full complement. They won t need to be battle-ready. We only need them to get started. We can pass more endowments to them as they travel, vectoring them through Dedicates. Erringale s people will help you make the forcibles.'
'How many shall we send into battle?' Thull-turock asked.
'We will need some men to help carry those that we rescue. We ll need others to act as point and rear guards. At a minimum, we need four champions, probably five. I would like more, but it would stretch our resources to try to endow so many. I would invite the Cormar twins,' Daylan suggested. 'They already have some endowments and they proved themselves at the battle for Caer Luciare. I would like to go, too, for I have a few endowments to my credit. That leaves only two openings. The emir is the best man for the job…'
Instantly, Talon knew that she had to be among that war party. Fallion was more than just a friend to her. He d been raised as her brother, and she loved him dearly. It was only right that she go with the rescue party.
Thull-turock said, 'You sent Fallion s woman, Rhianna, to seek for Dedicates among the small folk. Can we afford to wait for her to return?'
'I sent her mainly to forewarn the small folk,' Daylan countered, 'so that they can protect themselves from the wyrmling troops. We must hinder the wyrmlings any way that we can. It may be that the small folk will offer us some support, but we cannot rely upon them, and we dare not wait.'
Talon wished that she had known where Rhianna was going earlier. She would have hugged her and bade her farewell. It would not be easy trying to find allies for Fallion. But no one in the world loved Fallion as much as Rhianna did. No one would try as hard as she.
'You propose taking a great risk,' Thull-turock said.
'Take the risk with me,' Daylan begged. 'We need to stand together on this. We need the emir, and he will need your people to grant him endowments.'
'And what if we fail? What if this great wrym takes the emir? What if we breathe life into a monster?'
'There is a fiend in each of us,' Daylan said, 'in every man, woman, and child. The emir wrestled his into submission long ago.' Daylan said this with finality, as if he was sure of his argument.
'And if it escapes?'
'Then I will kill the emir myself,' Daylan replied.
The emir shook his head in dismay. 'I would take my own life, rather than allow a wyrm to have it.'
All of them were quiet for a moment. The facilitator seemed unsure. 'Help us,' Daylan begged Thull-turock. 'Help us all create a better world. This is not just about me and you. It is not just a war confined to these few thousand people. Worlds are at stake here. Eternities are at stake. We fight for things beyond your ability to even dream…'
'Is not every war such a war?' Thull-turock asked. 'At least, we tell ourselves so.'
The men stood a moment, poised in thought.
Talon wondered at the consequences of this public argument. In order to grant endowments to another, it had to be done willingly. But who would give endowments to the Emir Tuul Ra now, knowing what all of them knew? Even if their minds wanted to give up the endowment, the heart would balk.
Daylan Hammer seemed to have won his argument, but he had done so only in appearance.
The emir held his daughter, Siyaddah, trying to comfort her. But it seemed to Talon that the emir was the one who would need comforting. Thull-turock had poisoned the crowd against him.
After a lifetime of proving himself to Talon s people, the emir needed to do so once again.
Siyaddah peered up at the emir and declared loudly. 'I want to be first to offer an endowment to my father. I grant you my speed, that you might hurry into battle, if you will take it?'
No daughter had ever broken her father s heart so cruelly. The emir needed endowments. He needed his people to step forward, and by offering her speed, Siyaddah was urging others to follow her example.
At the same time, she was placing herself forever beyond his reach. For once she gave an endowment of metabolism, she would fall into an enchanted slumber, never to waken until he died, or else to die in her sleep.
More than that, she was placing herself beyond the heart of any man. The emir had long hoped that she would marry his closest friend, Areth Sul Urstone. She herself was more interested in Fallion. Now, neither of the men would ever win her heart.
It was a cruel gift to offer, for the emir could not refuse it. He had sworn to save his friend.
'Very well,' Erringale said. 'It is in the finest tradition of the Ael that those who know the candidate best be first to offer up an endowment. Who else among you will grant this greatest of gifts?'
There was a moment of utter silence as each of the emir s supporters waited for someone else to offer an endowment.
This isn t right, Talon thought. The emir is one of the best swordsmen in the clans, and he is by far the finest strategist. He knows the enemy better than does any other man.
And suddenly, Talon realized how the emir might prove himself to his people once again.
She strode to the emir and slapped his face, hard.
'Emir Tuul Ra,' she said, 'I challenge you to a duel. I ll fight you for the right to win a place in this rescue party.'
11
Power is beautiful, and the Great Wyrm is the most beautiful of us all.
Rhianna saw that the horse-sisters preparation for the raid on the wyrmlings took precedence over all else that night. They immediately went to work setting all in motion for battle. Because Caer Luciare was far away, the first order of business among the sisters was to feed their horses miln, a rich mixture of grain and molasses, to ready them for the long run.
Then the sisters began to pack, taking only light weapons and armor. That decision alone astonished Rhianna. To fight a wyrmling was an act of courage. To fight one in nothing but a horse-sister s leather jerkin was heroic.
Meanwhile, facilitators, smiths, and jewelers began making forcibles-recasting each metal rod with the proper rune at its tip, and then filing and hammering the soft blood metal into shape.
Once each forcible was deemed usable, the facilitators could transfer endowments from one horse to another-giving each horse two endowments of metabolism, one of brawn, and one of stamina.
The smiths worked fast, far faster than the men of Caer Luciare had been able to. In part they sped along because they knew how to make forcibles. It was an ancient art here. In part they worked quickly because the women s small hands and nimble fingers found it easier to do the work. In part they flew through the work because the master craftsmen each first took endowments of metabolism. Thus, they hoped to accomplish in one day what might otherwise have taken weeks.
The making of force horses would prove to be their greatest problem, Rhianna knew. It was a time- consuming process.
With horses, an endowment could only be transferred to the leader of a herd, whether it be a stallion or a mare.
Thus, creating a force horse sounded as if it should be easy. You could just cut the leader from the herd, and
