Captives

the savage attack which had resulted in the move, Lenardo had allowed Torio to give Decius his lesson in swordplay. Blindfolding the boy, so he would have to reply on Reading as Torio did, he had accomplished more in that one lesson than Lenardo had in a month. Torio had congratulated his pupil warmly-and then forgotten him as the alarm went up: The savages were attacking the Academy!

But Decius, basking in the praise of the acknowledged best swordsman in the Academy, had not gone to hide with the children as he should have. Only thirteen, he had joined the battle-and sustained a wound to his leg so severe that there was nothing the healers could do but amputate. Knowing that the boy would never have tried to fight if he had not just been praised, Torio was stricken with remorse.

'You didn't do anything wrong that day,' said Lenardo. 'Decius misinterpreted what you said-he heard what he wanted to hear.'

'This time it wasn't misinterpretation,' Torio said grimly. 'I was defiant to Master Portia.'

'She has been a teacher for many years,' Lenardo replied. 'The defiance of young Readers should come as no surprise to her.'

'But I lied to her.' Lying to another Reader was a breach of the Readers' Oath.

'She didn't know you were lying?'

'It… wasn't exactly a lie. She thought I had been killed when we escaped last fall-and she asked if the Adepts had raised me from the dead. I said yes.'

'That is a lie, Torio.'

'I know. I meant I didn't make it up-Portia did. I just thought it was so ridiculous-'

'I understand,' said Lenardo. Torio heard him get up and move-to the window, heavily curtained now against winter drafts. They were in the room Torio always used here, sparsely furnished with a bed, a chest, and a chair. Torio was on the bed, fighting physical weariness because his mental state would not let him relax and sleep. 'Did your lie serve a higher purpose?' Lenardo asked.

'No. It was something I said in anger-Master Portia refused to give me a fair chance last fall, but I was more angry at myself, and all of us, for what we did to Gaeta.'

'Good,' said Lenardo.

'What do you mean, good? I was angry and I did something stupid.'

'But you understand why you did it, Torio-that is what is good. And if you understand why, then you will not do it again. Remember what you said about Galen-that he did wrong for the right reasons?'

'That's what we did last night,' Torio said grimly. 'How can we ever know we're doing the right thing?'

'We will never do such terrible damage again as we did at Gaeta, once we find out how the one fault set off the other. I must study not just the main fault we have been trying to relieve, but the faults under the entire empire before we try again. I still foresee a terrible catastrophe. I only hope.we have time to prevent it. Your lie might help us, Torio. Even though they now know we are causing the earthquakes, and have no idea it is for their own good, the Aventine government will think twice before attacking if they believe we have the power to raise the dead.'

But Lenardo's precognition failed him in that hope. Two days later, Torio was packing his few belongings to return to Wulfston's land when Lenardo contacted him. //Torio, leave your body and join me.//

He did not question, but lay down on the bed and composed himself. A Reader of Torio's age would normally have used this technique only a few times in practice exercises; but with all the communications over long distances he had performed in the past few months, it had become almost commonplace to Torio. He and Lenardo were the only ones in their small community who could do it; Julia was far too young, and Aradia had not the skill.

When he left his body and joined Lenardo, Torio found a third presence. //Master Clement!// He allowed his joy to suffuse the atmosphere; the old man had been teacher to both Lenardo and Torio, and Master of their Academy.

Warmth flowed from Master Clement at the contact, but he told them, //I cannot stay long. Join me on the plane of privacy.//

//There is something wrong,//Lenardo said when they had made the peculiar change of «position» that took them completely out of contact with the physical world. Not even the best Reader who ever lived could spy on them here without making the move with them and thus revealing his presence.

//Aye,// Master Clement replied without prologue. //The Aventine Senate is preparing an army to attack you- but not along the border. They are commandeering every sailing vessel they can, to travel up the coast, land the armies, and drive you south into a trap laid at the border. Portia has told the Senate the savages set off the earthquake that destroyed the Gaeta hospital. Lenardo, you should have known that such a target-//

//The hospital was not the target-there was no target. You know what we intended, Master Clement.//

//I know what you intended, Lenardo, but perhaps one of your Adept allies-?//

//No!//Torio interjected. //It was Lord Wulfston working with me that night, Master Clement. He would not do such a thing! And even if he wanted to… you know my abilities are not great enough to guide him to a target so many miles away, nor are any Adept's powers strong enough to move a pebble, let alone a rock face, at that distance.//

//You would not lie to me, Torio? I know you did to Portia, and I dare not contradict you without revealing that I know much more of what is happening on the other side of the border than I am supposed to.//

//I'm sorry,//Torio said penitently. //I didn't think.//

//The impetuosity of youth. You must learn to curb it, son. What you said is not the reason the empire is preparing to attack you-but it is a cause of their great haste. Portia has convinced them that you are growing together in the powers of darkness. She also fears the ancient prophecy: When the moon devours the sun, then the earth will devour Tiberium. There will be an eclipse just before Summer Festival. Portia fears that if we do not stop you by then, you will destroy the empire.//

Despite their bodiless state, Torio could feel tension from Lenardo. //We cannot allow the Aventine army to attack us. Master Clement, without Adepts they will be powerless against us. I will not have good men slaughtered-for that is what it would be. Can you not persuade Portia-?//

//Do you think you could, Lenardo? Or the Senate? Even if it is a foredoomed effort, they must do something- and I have told you of their sneak attack to give you the opportunity to plan. I am trusting you-and you, too, Torio- to find a way to prevent a battle in which all too many lives would be lost. I must return now-I cannot allow myself very much time in which no one can contact me. The Council of Masters meets frequently these days-and our work is not at all pleasant.//

The old man's presence was gone. Torio and Lenardo remained on the plane of privacy for a few moments more. //The attack will come against Wulfston's lands,// said Lenardo. //You will have to Read for him, Torio.//

//I know-but what will he do? Sink the ships? Drown all those people? Readers will be navigating the ships. It wouldn't be a mistaken thought flung in a moment's anger-it would be deliberately using my powers against other Readers! Master Lenardo, how can I?//

//Stop clinging to the past-here I am a lord, as are you. Master your powers instead of restraining them. You never question defending your life with your sword-why do you question defending it with your powers?//

Powers. Unrestrained powers, used to gain control over other people. He couldn't go home again, Torio knew- but how could he adapt to living the way people did here?

Chapter Three

For three days after the earthquake Melissa was patient rather than healer. It hurt to breathe. Her throat was so raw she could not talk, and she could hardly Read beyond the confines of her room. The healers placed poultices on her throat and neck, and kept a pot boiling over a brazier, producing steam. Although she knew what they were, it was the third day before she could smell the vinegar in the poultices, the sage in the steam.

She was wakened by Magister Phoebe with comfrey tea laced with honey-and for the first time it was not sheer agony and force of will to drink the fluid her body desperately needed. 'Very good, Melissa,' said Phoebe. 'You're going to be just fine.'

'I know,' Melissa managed, her voice between a whisper and a croak. //How badly was Gaeta hit?// she asked.