them,' answered Wulfston. He halted again, looked back, and concentrated strongly. Trees creaked, branches dropped-and then two huge trunks fell with a mighty crash, neatly closing the passage Wulfston had made in the wall. 'There,' he said-but the strength was gone from his voice, and he swayed in his saddle, becoming Readable emotionally. The emotion was exhaustion.
Torio understood at once what had happened. AH the spectacular Adept tricks Wulfston had performed this night might appear to the uninitiated harder than felling a few trees, but for all of them the Adept had either been working with nature-seeking the fault in the earth, the flaws in the wall, and letting gravity do the rest-or performing very basic tricks such as the control of fire. Throwing thunderbolts had used up some of his energy, but Wulfston was a fully empowered Lord Adept approaching the prime of life. Those powers were easy for him to control. His last act, however, had been directly against nature-breaking down the substance of huge, healthy trees. Torio knew that he had chosen it only because the other way of closing off the wall-raising the fallen stones back into their places-was even more difficult, possibly beyond his powers. His choice had meant that once he had started the trees to falling, gravity came to his aid.
But now Torio had an exhausted Lord Adept to get back to Zendi, a ride of several hours yet. 'Can you ride on for a while?' he asked. 'If they can Read that we're nearby, they might think it worthwhile to try to break down your plug in the wall-or burn it.'
'I'm all right,' Wulfston said, although he was breathing shallowly, his heartbeat far too rapid. They were still in overgrown woodlands, and would be for several miles yet. When Torio took his horse's reins now, Wulfston did not protest, but concentrated on staying awake and in the saddle-for an Adept's natural response to using his powers for extensive work was to fall into a deep, restorative sleep.
'Hang on,' Torio urged. 'Portia is Reading us-I can't hide your weakness from her. If we don't keep moving, she might send the troops through to try to take us.'
Wulfston sat up straighter. 'You tell Portia,' he replied, 'that I still have energy reserves-and that it takes far less effort to kill men than to stop them
Torio Read Portia absorb the truth of that, and call back the guards. Then he and Wulfston rode on toward Zendi.
It was mid-morning before they reached the city. Zendi lay in a plain, with well-traveled roads approaching from all four directions. Patches of snow lay in the fields about the city, but inside all was clear and dry. From a distance the walls appeared impregnable, but the gates stood open in welcome to one and all. Zendi appeared prosperous to an external glance-but Torio knew what was inside. Twice last year Zendi had been the scene of devastating warfare. The walls stood, the gates had been repaired, and the crater Lenardo had blown to destroy the enemy had been filled in. There were empty places along the streets, though, like missing teeth, where buildings had been destroyed in one battle or the other. The whole northwest section of the city was rubble, awaiting spring for rebuilding.
Zendi might put on a fine face for strangers, but the buildings were almost bare of furnishings. The city's carpenters and cabinet makers were spending the winter producing necessities, but most people still slept on pallets and hung their clothes on pegs.
Despite the primitive conditions, the people of Zendi were happy: For the first time in most of their lives they were warm, well fed, clothed, and secure. The marriage between Lenardo and Aradia had strengthened their alliance-and if that one held, the others would.
Wulfston and Torio were well known to the people of Zendi. Shouts of greeting went up as they passed, and people stuck heads out of windows to see, waving cheerfully. They knew nothing of the mission the two men had been on, but Reader and Adept together were the symbol of their new and hopeful life.
There were other signs-happy, healthy children playing in safety in the streets, and Arkus, Lenardo's chief architect, in front of a dilapidated building, going over restoration plans with a stonesmason. 'Welcome, my lords!' he called as Wulfston and Torio passed, and Arkus' wife Josa, heavy with child, came out onto the front steps to greet them. Lenardo had given this young couple a structurally sound house, but it was up to them to make it livable.
When Wulfston and Torio reached the large house that was now Lenardo's home, he and Aradia came out to greet them. 'Oh, you are exhausted, my brother,' Aradia said to Wulfston as he climbed down from his horse. 'I should have gone with you.'
He managed a weary smile. 'There's nothing wrong with me that food and sleep won't cure. I know we need to counsel, but I'm afraid I'm in no condition to join you.'
Lenardo said, 'Torio can tell us everything, and we won't make any decisions without you. Come in and eat.'
The dining table in the large hall was also council table when all the Readers and Adepts gathered. It was the only place they had where four Adepts and three Readers could sit together in comfort. All three Readers were there today, but two of the Adepts, Lilith and her son Ivorn, were in their own land. 'I sent her a message this morning,' said Aradia. 'If we need a formal council, she will come-but have we enough information to make decisions yet?'
'I don't think so,' said Torio, picking at the food Cook had set before him. Wulfston ate heartily of the roast meat, bread, wine, and vegetables, as Adepts always did when they used their powers. It was Wulfston's second meal that day, as they had carried bread, cheese, and wine with them, but to watch him one would think he hadn't eaten in days.
Readers were vegetarians, for red meat seemed to inhibit their powers-no one really understood the mechanism. As usual Lenardo was an exception to all the rules. Nothing seemed to limit his Reading. He and Aradia ate a modified diet including some meat, but more fish, cheese, and eggs. Torio stayed with what he was familiar with-there was so little familiar in his life these days.
Lenardo's daughter Julia came bouncing in in the middle of the meal, curls windblown, cheeks rosy from the cold. In unReaderlike manner she hugged Torio, then hugged and kissed Wulfston, saying, 'Sorry I'm late. I was helping find some strayed horses, and I couldn't Read that you were back till I got inside the walls.' The apology was in part a boast-Julia was not yet ten years old, and to be able to Read from any point of the city walls to Lenardo's house at her age was exceptional. Torio wondered how much she knew, for she had undoubtedly slept through last night's disturbance.
She sat down next to Lenardo, asking, 'May I have some meat today, Father?'
'No, Daughter. We will have nothing inhibiting your Reading.'
'But how can I learn Adept powers if I don't have the strength?'
'Show me an Adept trick, and you may eat anything you please,' Lenardo replied.
They were so natural together that they actually seemed father and daughter-they even looked alike. But the dark-eyed, dark-haired child had met Lenardo only last year, when her budding Reading powers would have caused her to be murdered by her own people had Lenardo not rescued her and then adopted her. There were no Academies here; he was teaching her himself, using the apprentice system favored by the savage Adepts. It was obviously working well; Julia's abilities were growing so rapidly that Torio saw distinct improvements on each of their frequent encounters.
Adoptions of heirs were common here. Used to not seeing, Torio rarely Read anyone's physical appearance on first acquaintance. He had known Wulfston for several days before he discovered the Adept was black. It was only then that he had realized that Wulfston and Aradia were not blood-related as he had assumed, since they addressed one another as brother and sister and had the normal love/annoyance relationship of siblings.
Wulfston, it turned out, had been born in the Aventine Empire. When his Adept powers manifested, he would have been killed by outraged neighbors had not Aradia's father, Nerius, stolen the little boy away and smuggled him across the border. Then Nerius, a most powerful Lord Adept, had adopted the boy as his son and raised him together with his daughter-and by some miracle they had reached adulthood as friends rather than rivals.
Amid the family atmosphere, Torio's qualms lessened. Up until a year ago there had been no place on either side of the border where Readers and Adepts could be friends-where a child was safe even if he developed the wrong ability. Surely this kind of cooperation was right!
Nonetheless, when Torio met with Lenardo privately after Wulfston was in bed, more unconscious than sleeping, he still had uncertainties. 'I feel,' he explained aloud, for to assure privacy they were not Reading, 'the way I felt the day Decius was wounded because of what I said and did.'
Decius was one of the young Readers in training at the Adigia Academy, now moved to Tiberium. The day of
