now. It was part of a pact that would soon be fulfilled- and then he would be free and have help in his quest for Galen.
Aradia and Lenardo set out at dawn the next day- alone. Lenardo was momentarily surprised, until he realized that an Adept required no guard. So he was surprised again when Aradia took him into the guard room and girded on him the same sword he had taken the night of his escape.
'I trust you know how to use it?' she asked.
'Of course. I instructed novices at the academy. However, could you not defend yourself better than I?'
'The sword is a symbol that you would defend me if you had to. You would, wouldn't you?'
'Yes. I would.'
It was a beautiful day, warming as the sun rose. Aradia had apparently issued orders quickly yesterday, for this morning Lenardo had been provided with a new outfit in blue and green, with the more modest cut he had requested. He had also been given boots of softest leather, that molded to his feet and clung to his calves like a second skin.
Aradia pointed out the new extension of the irrigation system and, a little further on, an iron works. 'It would be preferable to have our weapons made further from Drakonius' border, but this land is useless for anything else, and there is a good road northeast to the forest, where charcoal is made for smelting.'
'An Aventine road,' said Lenardo.
'Probably. Drakonius certainly didn't build it. He never builds anything except defenses.'
'Then you took this land from Drakonius?'
'My father helped Drakonius win some battle long before I was born. When Drakonius asked what he wanted as reward, he asked for these lands that had been abandoned. Drakonius thought my father a fool, but he granted his request. Now the lands are ours… as long as we can hold them.'
'That's the way everything is here, isn't it? Yours for as long as you can hold it.'
'That is the way of nature,' Aradia replied. 'The nature of people, though, is such that they can work together, protect one another, so that a man is not torn between working his land and defending it. My people know I will defend them; thus they are loyal to me.'
'I wonder,' Lenardo mused, 'if there will ever be a day when people can live peacefully, without fear of attack?'
'I don't know,' Aradia replied. 'Perhaps if no one were hungry or cold, or lacked a roof over his head…'
'Is that the world you want, Aradia?'
'Yes. Since I made the treaties with Lilith and Hron, Drakonius has not diverted his efforts from trying to take the Aventine Empire to fight three strong Adepts. For three years there has been peace in our lands-and no beggars in our lanes. Everyone has honest work, and the old and infirm are cared for.'
'What of those who don't want to work?'
'Such people find themselves out of place, so they go off to join the hill bandits or cross over into Drakonius' lands.'
'Exiles,' Lenardo observed.
'Yes. If all the world were peaceful, where would such people go? Perhaps we would have to set aside a land for them and let them contend with one another.'
'Then you believe some people are evil by nature?'
'Evil? In general terms, we would say that someone who inflicts pain for his own pleasure is evil. Yet that person exists by nature, as do storm and drought and flood. Evil to one person is good to another; the best we can do is work as closely as possible with nature.'
'But… what are your values, Aradia?' Lenardo was deeply puzzled now. 'How do you decide right from wrong?'
'Life is the highest good. That which prevents death contributes to life-hence peace is better than war. But it is not simple. Sometimes one chooses one life over another -just cultivating a field, the farmer kills the plants he calls weeds, so the food crops will grow. We kill and eat animals. How do you decide right from wrong, Lenardo? Or does your Reader's Code cover every possible choice?'
'No human law could do so. But we do believe that right conduct has a higher authority than simply what men can observe-what you call nature. There is a higher, sentient force, usually personified as the gods, although that simple belief has fallen into disfavor. The powers ascribed to those ancient manlike gods are painfully close to the powers of Adepts.'
'Then what do you believe in?'
'A higher authority, the force that created the world.'
'Nature,' said Aradia.
'Wulfston tells me you believe that when life ends, the person-his consciousness, his personality-ends as well.' 'Of course. We do not believe in ghosts, Lenardo.' 'Then what is the point of living?' 'Life! It is all we have!' she said vehemently. 'I shall live my life to the full, until it is taken from me by force!' Remembering what Wulfston had said about Aradia's mother, Lenardo tactfully shifted the subject. 'We believe that the point of life is to please the gods. However, that philosophy does not solve the problem of good and evil, any more than yours does. Even today, it is possible to get a debate going as to whether something is good because it is pleasing to the gods, or pleasing to the gods because it is good.'
'And what good does it do to please the gods?' asked Aradia.
Lenardo was stopped cold. In ten years of teaching, he had fielded every possible question on the subject-he had thought. But Aradia approached from a different direction, attacking the question instead of seeking an answer. He thought about it for a moment. 'Presumably it does the same good to please the gods as it does your people to please you.'
Aradia laughed, then said, 'Here is the best place to stop. A bit further on is the trail into the borderland, where you were attacked by the bandits. This is the closest we can come to Drakonius' lands and remain within my borders.' A small spring flowed from a rock into a pool the size of a hand bath-a natural fountain. Grass and a few trees grew where they could reach the moisture, forming a tiny park. Someone had placed small rocks to form a fireplace, but Lenardo and Aradia had no need of a fire this warm spring day.
'Tell me how to search for Drakonius,' said Lenardo. 'He was not in Zendi when I was there, but it is a place to start, as I can Read it easily. I once lived there.' 'You have to have been there?' 'No, but it is a great help in Reading over long distances. An even greater aid is to have someone to contact at the other end.'
'Try your powers. Read to Zendi. See how far recovered you are.'
It took a slight effort, but Lenardo knew the exact location of the city. In a few moments, he was in the middle of the town, 'looking' around at the milling crowds, the beggars, the filth-it was exactly as he remembered. He was grateful he didn't have to smell it.
The sun darkened for a moment, and Lenardo 'looked' up to see a cloud passing, other clouds piling up in the west.
To Aradia, he said, 'It's going to rain in Zendi by evening, and the clouds will reach here by tomorrow.'
'You're better than the watchers!' said Aradia. 'They won't know until tomorrow. Did you see anything interesting?'
'No-nothing but the same overcrowded conditions I saw in person. How do I find Drakonius from here?'
'He's got a string of fortresses in the Western Hills that he built as he forced the walls of the empire back. If you can find him, try to Read how far he has progressed in rebuilding his army. And whether he has other Adepts with him.'
'You think he may be preparing to strike against you?' 'I know it must come. Had Drakonius won at Adigia, he would have been able to say to us, 'You see? You'd better come in with me next time!' But as he lost, he will try to force us to join him, to prove his strength. And if he finds out where you are, my lands will be his first target.'
So Lenardo Read back to Zendi, then allowed his perceptions to rise, heading west, finding the hills with ease, although details were blurred. Following the river southward, he began to feel stretched, tenuous, as if his connection with his body might snap. It was pouring rain here, making visual Reading difficult.
When the river took a turn directly west, increasing the distance he was trying to Read even more rapidly, Lenardo almost gave up. He was beginning to wonder if he would be able to Read anything smaller than a river or mountain anyway-when suddenly a cluster of human minds drew his attention.
There were twenty or more people, spread through a warren of caves hi the cliffside. Below was a large stretch
