The High Lord

overhear them.

'You can see this?'

'Yes,' she said. 'The Guild magicians there are sending out mental images.' She paused, and her eyes focused beyond the market. 'The first gate just fell. Can we go somewhere quiet so I can watch uninterrupted? Somewhere close by?'

Cery looked for Gol and found his second standing nearby, eating a pachi. He signalled rapidly in the Thieves' sign language. Gol nodded and started in the direction of the Marina.

'I have the perfect place,' Cery told Savara. 'I think you'll like it. Ever been on a boat?'

'You have a boat?' She smiled. 'But of course you do.'

An image of eight richly dressed men and women, seen from above, flashed into Dannyl's mind. Each was striking at a point somewhere below Lord Makin, the magician sending the image.

The scene shifted beyond the attackers to a crowd of men and women standing several paces behind them. They were dressed in plain, worn clothes, and some held ropes tied to the collars of small limek-like animals.

Are these people the slaves Akkarin spoke of? Dannyl wondered.

The scene blurred, then the attackers were in view again. They had stopped striking the Fort, and were approaching it cautiously.

- The Captain says the first gate has been destroyed. The Sachakans are moving into the Fort. We're heading down to meet them.

In the pause that followed Makin's call, the images stopped and Dannyl became aware of his surroundings again. He glanced around the room. For the last hour he had been entertained by an argument between Lord Peakin, Head of Alchemic Studies, and Lord Davin, the magician who had proposed rebuilding the Lookout. The pair were now staring at each other in dismay, their argument forgotten.

- We are in position, Makin reported. They are attacking the inner door now.

The image that followed was of a darkened corridor blocked by a wall of stone. The corridor vibrated with the sound of two impacts. Makin and the warriors beside him held a shield ready.

Then the wall exploded inward. The shield was pelted with rubble, then covered by a cloud of dust. Through the haze came strikes, then another explosion battered the corridor.

- We have attacked the Sachakans from below a false floor, Makin explained.

Confusing images followed. Flashes of light brightened the dust beyond the shield, but revealed nothing. Then a shadow appeared in the cloud and the attack on the Warriors' shield resumed. Two magicians staggered backward, clearly exhausted.

- Back away. To the door.

The Warriors retreated hastily through a set of metal doors. Makin propelled the doors shut and used magic to draw huge bolts out of the walls to lock them in position.

- Report, Makin ordered.

A jumbled mix of images and messages followed.

- Most of us are dead... I can see five... no six bodies and...

- They're inside the Fort! An image of a door hanging from one hinge flashed into Dannyl's mind, then he saw a Sachakan striding down a corridor toward him.

- Run!

- Come back! I'm trapped!

Hands reached through the dust. In one was a curved blade. A sense of overwhelming panic followed... then nothing.

Names of the Warriors were called, as friends and family in the Guild ignored the ban on mental communication. A confusion of mental voices followed.

- Please be silent! Balkan called above the panic. I cannot help them if I cannot hear them. Makin?

An image of the metal doors cut through the other magicians' communications. They were glowing red, filling the corridor with heat. Slowly the center melted away.

- Back, Makin ordered. Behind the wall. Let them waste their strength.

The Warriors hurried past a wall half blocking the corridor. They gathered beyond it. The stone slab slowly began to move. It slid across to slot into a gap in the wall. There was a heavy thump as a mechanism within the side walls fell into place.

The magicians waited.

- If they get through this, Makin sent, we hit them with everything we have left.

Mental calls from other magicians punctuated the tense silence of the corridor. Dannyl winced as, one by one, the three remaining magicians in the Fort were killed.

Then, without warning, the stone wall erupted. The Warriors had let their shield drop to save their strength. Makin's communication wavered as something struck his temple, but strengthened again when he spared himself a little Healing power. He joined with those who had thrown up a shield, then glanced around to see that two of the Warriors lay on the floor.

The attack on their shield was no weaker than before. The Warriors staggered backward as each succumbed to exhaustion. Makin felt an awful disbelief as his own strength failed. The shield shattered, and two more magicians fell to strikes.

- Get away, Balkan called. You've done all you can.

Figures strode out of the dust cloud. Makin stepped aside as the first reached him. The man gave Makin a dismissive glance and walked past.

- If the guard have followed orders, the last door should have been secured when the first one fell, Makin sent.

The lead Sachakan stopped before the door. Six more Sachakans strode past Makin to join the first. It took one blast to fling the doors off their hinges. The Sachakans stepped out into the sunlight.

'Welcome to Kyralia,' the leader said, glancing at his companions. Then he turned and regarded the corridor. His eyes snapped to Makin. 'You. You're the one sending this.'

An invisible force pushed Makin forward. Dannyl felt Makin's fear, then the magician's communication abruptly stopped.

Dannyl blinked and found himself staring at his surroundings again. Peakin staggered to a chair and collapsed into it.

'It's true,' he gasped. 'Akkarin was right.' There was a crackle of paper. Dannyl looked at Davin. The magician was regarding a rolled plan. It was crushed in the middle where he had gripped it tightly. He unrolled it and smoothed the plan out, then let it spring into a half-crumpled roll again.

Seeing the glitter of tears in the Alchemist's eyes, Dannyl turned away. The man had worked for years to have his weather-predicting methods accepted. What point was there in building the Lookout now?

Dannyl stared out of the window. Novices and magicians stood alone or in groups in the gardens below, frozen like statues. Only a few servants were still moving about, looking both puzzled and unnerved by the strange behavior of the magicians.

Then a new image of the Fort reached those gifted with the ability to see it.

When Makin's communication ended, Lorlen found himself gripping the rail of the balcony tightly. His heart was pounding in reaction to the Warrior's last moment of terror.

'Administrator?'

Lorlen turned to regard the King. The man was pale, but his face was stiff with anger and determination.

'Yes, Your Majesty?'

'Summon Lord Balkan.'

'Yes, Your Majesty.'

Balkan responded to Lorlen's mental call immediately.

- The King wants you to come to the Palace.