returned to what must be its natural timbre. Despite his white hair, he seemed ten years younger.
'Bad news, Lord Nerius,' Lenardo replied. 'I've lost him.'
'What?' exclaimed Aradia.
'He is gone from his stronghold, as are his apprentice and his Reader. I Read along the river and the road, but could not find them. Trying to cover a large and distant area with a single Reader-'
'Do not apologize,^1 said Nerius. 'You bring us news we would have in no other way. So… he leaves his own troops behind, to travel hi secret. Our watchers will not be looking for a party of three, but for an army. Aradia, advise our troop commanders that we move out tomorrow morning*'
'But Father-'
'I am well enough to ride.'
'No! Certainly not a day's ride or more! You will use up your strength and be of no use in battle!'
Lenardo was startled at Aradia's choice of argument, until he saw that she was saying what would weigh heaviest with Nerius.
The old man frowned at his daughter, saying, 'We cannot stay here, waiting while I eat and sleep as our enemy brings the battle onto our own lands. We must move out to meet Mm. If he is riding fast, he can join Hron's troops today, and tomorrow morning they will reach our lands. We must march toward them at the same time.'
'Your strategy is not in question, Father,' said Aradia. 'Your health is.'
'I am hi better health than I.have been hi five years. Master Lenardo-tell my daughter I am fit to ride.'
Lenardo Read him, marveling at the powers of Adept healing. 'You are in perfect health, Lord Nerius-for someone who has lain in bed these past two years. There is nothing positively wrong with you-'
'You see?' Nerius said to Aradia.
'-however,' Lenardo continued, 'you are completely out of condition. Your muscles are lax, you have no reserve strength at all, and-a minor point' but true-if you spend an entire day out of doors you will suffer a painful sunburn.'
Not used to having his will opposed, Nerius stared at Lenardo incredulously. Aradia said, 'You see, Father? We have time-'
'We do not!' Nerius said angrily. 'Drakonius is no fool. He expects Lenardo to tell us he has left his stronghold. He expects us to think he will join Hron's troops at Zendi- but Hron's army and troops from Zendi may move today. They could meet at our borders tomorrow.'
'Our watchers-'
'Will be hours in reaching a point where they can safely relay the news. If we do not want the battle here, destroying our castle and our best lands even if we win, if we do not want women and children caught in the midst of battle, we must move out no later than tomorrow morning!'
Aradia sighed. 'You are right. The troops must move out But you-'
'I shall go with you. Now that Drakonius has finished his waiting game, he will strike quickly, thinking to surprise us. But what a surprise he will have when he finds I am alive and well!' He grinned in anticipation, the same dangerous look Lenardo had seen on Aradia's features.
'You won't be well if you ride all day,' Aradia pleaded.
'So it seems,' said her father. 'While fatigue would not diminish my powers, it could impair my judgment, so, much as it may hurt my dignity, I will agree to be carried in a litter like some fat Aventine senator. No more protests, daughter-that is the greatest concession you'll have from me. I'm going to fight in that battle if I have to walk!'
'It… may be all right if you sleep on the way,' Aradia said, defeated.
'It's settled,' said Nerius. 'Now, it's time I went downstairs to breakfast.'
'You can't!' his daughter said.
'What? Am I a prisoner in my own castle?'
'No, Father-but you will start a riot if you simply walk into the great hall. People will think the ghost-king has returned!'
'You haven't told my people-?'
'Only Wulfston, Lenardo, and I know-and Yula. I did not want them to know until you were well enough to come downstairs and greet everyone-for every one of your people will want to see you, Father. Yesterday that would have tired you beyond your strength. Today-take your meals here, and rest this one more day while I prepare a ceremony for this evening. Let me present you to Lilith and then to your people, and in their rejoicing at your recovery, they will accept what you tell them about Lenardo-that he saved your life, that he is our ally… and that he is a Reader.'
Nerius nodded. 'Good strategy, daughter. The news of my recovery will hearten my people on the eve of battle. That Lenardo is responsible will give them faith in him and at the same time assuage their fears of Drakonius. It is common knowledge that he has a Reader, is it not?' 'Common rumor,' Aradia replied with a shrug.
'My people will accept Lenardo on my word,' said Nerius, 'but, Master Reader, you may expect them to fear you too.'
'I understand that,' said Lenardo. 'They'll soon learn I offer them no harm.'
Nerius slowly shook his head, studying Lenardo thoughtfully. 'I believe it is true… yet every time I see your face I see again that nightmare figure sent to destroy my daughter-and I not here to protect her.'
That evening the wardrobes and treasure chests were opened. Aradia insisted that Lenardo wear the green outfit she had first given him, with the addition of a dark green velvet robe-and since that covered all but a glimpse of the embroidered tabard, he did not object. Perhaps, he thought, / will one day appear at such functions in the scarlet robes of a Master Reader.
Aradia herself was in purple, which darkened her violet eyes. Dress, surcoat, and robe were all of the same color in different fabrics, all with designs embroidered in gold.
Wulfston was dressed like Lenardo, but hi the same rich dark brown as his skin-an imposing figure of a sorcerer indeed. He wore the wolf-stone, of course, but Aradia also fastened a golden fillet about his forehead, gleaming richly against his black hah-.
Lenardo noticed that Aradia wore a similar gold band across her forehead, worked into the elaborate coiffure that restrained her pale blond hair Into braids and sculptured coils. 'Nerius rules here,' she replied when Lenardo commented on it. 'Wulfston and I are his children.'
Lilith, all in deep blue velvet, soon joined them. A ruler in her own right, she wore a small golden crown on her dark hair. Looking at the fillet on Aradia's brow, she asked, 'What has happened? Nerius cannot have died-?
'No,' said Aradia, her eyes sparkling with joy, 'Nerius is not dead. Come upstairs with us, Lilith.'
Nerius was seated in his armchair, waiting-and did not rise even for Lilith, suggesting that, hi some subtle way Lenardo did not comprehend, he outranked her. Lilith was not offended, but rather astonished and delighted. 'Lord Nerius! Oh, my lord, you are well!'
Only then did Nerius stand, to clasp Lilith in his arms, saying, 'Yes, child, I am well. Ah, Lilith, let me look at you. The last time we met, I could not see you.'
'My lord-how have you been healed? Have Aradia's powers increased so-?'
'No,' Aradia answered, 'but I have learned how welcome an ally a Reader can be.'
When they had explained to Lilith, it was time to go downstairs. Aradia had called all her troop commanders together in the great hall-temporarily cleared of food and trestle tables, although the good smells permeating the air told that the cook had not abated his labors.
Aradia, Lilith, and Lenardo went down into the great hall, a hush of expectancy falling over the crowd at their entry. They proceeded to the far end and turned to face the gathered officers.
'My people,' said Aradia, 'you march tomorrow in defense of our lands. Those of you come at the behest of Lady Lilith, our dear friend and ally, have our deepest gratitude-and with our thanks our promise that we of Castle Nerius will always be equally willing to join in defense of your lands.'
A rumble of 'Ayes' went up from Aradia's men. Looking out over the assembly, Lenardo saw a few familiar faces-Helmuth, the blacksmith, the fletcher-but he Read from every one of them an iron determination to die hi defense of the way of life Nerius and Aradia had established there. He Read clearly, though, the expectation of death. They knew they were outnumbered, but like any good officers, they considered each of their men equal to any three of the enemy.
But the heart of a savage army was its Adepts, and there they feared they were outranked. Drakonius was the
