his forehead. 'Don't move!' the young Adept warned. 'I haven't healed you, just stopped the pain. Is Aradia injured or just exhausted?'
'Exhausted,' Lenardo replied.
'Yes-she must have used her last strength in that bolt to tell me where you were. We're safe for the moment. Our own troops are defending the entrance, and only an Adept could come up and over as I did. How badly are you hurt?'
Lenardo quickly Read 4iis own injuries. 'Dozens of bruises, some strained muscles, and three broken ribs.'
'Show me.'
Again Lenardo felt the healing heat as Wulfstpn's hands moved over his body. At his direction, the 'ribs were brought back into place and given strength to hold so he could move. 'I can't let you sleep,' Wulfston apologized. -'Aradia must-I suppose she dared spend the last of her energy because she knew I was coming.'
'She didn't know. It was my fault. I wasn't Reading beyond right here, trying to fight off those savages. When I was outnumbered I tried to wake her-and forgot how. I'm afraid I… kicked her.'
'And you quickly learned why there is only one safe way to wake an Adept!' Wulfston gave a humorless laugh. 'Fortunately, she didn't have the strength to kill you, and so the blow probably saved your life by telling me where you were. Do you think you can walk now? I need you to Read the battle for me.'
'We can't just leave Aradia here!'
'Our own men are guarding the passage now. She'll regain enough strength in an hour or two of sleep to get along until we can all rest safely.'
Once Wulfston, under Lenardo's guidance, joined the battle from this side of the valley, with Lilith and her troops moving hi from the other side, the fighting was soon over. Then Wulfston and Lilith directed Helmuth to take the rest of their army and proceed into Drakonius' lands- Aradia's lands now, by the law of the savages, for as long as she could hold them.
By this time, Wulfston was able to waken Aradia with a proper touch on the forehead. She smiled sleepily at him. 'Wulfston… my brother. Yo,u did come.' Then panic filled her eyes as memory returned. 'Lenardo!'
'I'm here,' he said quickly. 'Wulfston arrived just in time to save us both.'
'But I owe you my life several times over,' she said. 'Both of you. Wulfston, you should have seen Lenardo fighting Drakonius' men-he certainly told the truth when he said he could use a sword!'
'The gods were with me. Wulfston,' Lenardo added, 'I notice you don't wear a sword.'
'I'm an Adept,' the black man replied, and Lenardo realized that any time an Adept's powers were so drained that he could not fight with them, he would be too weak to use conventional weapons.
Before they could return to Castle Nerius, there was still more to be done. The wounded had to be cared for, first their own, and then many more from the opposing army. Aradia insisted she was strong enough to help, and Lenardo Read astonishment among the opposing troops at being cared for instead of killed, and at Lenardo, a Reader, helping the Adepts to discover and heal their injuries. Did Drakonius never think to have Galen help him at healing?
The sun was up, the day promising to be the first really hot day of the summer. Aradia and Lilith doffed outer garments, and Lenardo stripped off his tabard, wishing for a cooler but more modest tunic. They were working with the last of the wounded now, the least serious injuries among the enemy troops. Lenardo Read someone watching him and turned to find Arkus, the officer he had encountered in Zendi. Despite his Adept talent, the man had received a sword wound through the shoulder. It was not serious-if it didn't become infected, he would be good as new in two weeks. With Adept healing, a day or two.
'Can you not heal that yourself?' asked Lenardo as he knelt beside Arkus.
'Then you do remember me?'
'Certainly. You tried to entice me into Drakonius' army and displayed Adept power. Why can't you heal your shoulder?'
'I can move things, not heal. I'm not a Lord Adept, nor a Reader either. Would that I were-I'd never have let you leave Zendi had I known who you were. Drakonius' message reached us too late, and we couldn't find you again.'
'Now you have,' replied Lenardo, looking up as Lilith approached. She was beginning to show the effects of the night's work. Her golden brown eyes appeared to have retreated into her face, completely circled by dark rings. Although she did not seem to be troubled by her. own injury, even her pale blue underdress was charred, one sleeve in tatters.
Arkus looked up at her. 'You chose the right side, Lady Lilith.'
'No, captain,' she replied. 'I remained with those to whom I had given my pledge, as did you. We have no quarrel now that the battle is done.' She turned to Lenardo. 'A clean wound?'
'Yes, Lady.'
She touched Arkus' shoulder, and Lenardo Read the dull throb of pain give way to healing fire. 'There are many who must be carried,' Lilith said to Arkus. 'I think you are well enough to walk to Castle Nerius, but if you grow weak or have pain, do not hesitate to ask for help.'
The young officer's eyes spoke the incredulity Lenardo Read in him. 'Why are you healing an army that has just opposed you?'
'An army is made up of men, captain, and men choose their loyalties. You are no longer bound by your oath to Drakonius, as he is dead. You commander-'
'Braccho is dead also,' said Arkus.
'Then at this moment you have no loyalties. You are the property of the Lady Aradia, but I think you will choose to become her sworn man.'
And what is my choice now? Lenardo wondered, knowing that he wanted to ally his efforts with these people who, instead of killing their enemies, healed them and turned them into friends.
The image of five charred bodies in a rocky canyon intruded on him-but that was self-defense. What else could they have done against Adept power? But oh, Galen, why did you have to fall into Drakonius' hands?
He pulled his mind away from the thought. Galen was dead. Lenardo's mission for the empire was complete.
And if he had managed to take Galen back? Once the senate knew that Galen had conspired with the enemy, what choice would they have had but to execute him?
Didn't I know that all along?
Nerius had been right. The only way Lenardo could make the senate listen to him would be to approach them as Aradia's emissary. There soon would be peace in all the lands along the border, the lands Drakonius had ruled. The time was right. As soon as Aradia had firm command of all the lands she had won, he would attempt to make a treaty with the empire. May it be the will of the gods that there never be another night of savage destruction like the one just past!
There was a mass funeral three days later for all the troops that had been killed in the battle… and for Nerius. One gruesome report that Lenardo heard, but that was kept from most of the people, was that the men who went to collect the remains of those who had died in the rocky canyon found that scavengers had got at the bodies, and nothing was left but scattered bones.
It was a very long funeral, beginning early in the morning, for there were many dead to be eulogized. Lenardo was surprised when Aradia found something to say even for Hron, who had betrayed her. When it came to Nerius, every person there except the survivors of Drakonius' troops had something to say. Lenardo had come to respect Aradia's father on just a few days' acquaintance; now he got a fuller picture of a strong, firm, honest, and entirely honorable man whose wrath was feared but who was deeply loved by his people.
Everyone was all in gray, and Lenardo noted that, as he had seen at the other funeral, no one wore any ornament.
Like Wulfston, he had hidden his wolf s-head pendant inside his clothing once more.
Yet both Aradia and Wulfston wore the gold fillets across their foreheads-the mark of children of the Lord Adept.
Lenardo was one of the last to speak, for once in his life finding words would not come to express his feelings. He stumbled through somehow, unsurprised and unashamed at the tears coursing down his cheeks-tears for Nerius, but also for Galen.
The mourners formed several circles about the flat rock. When the speeches were over, there was silence-
