Moving slowly so as not to alarm the guards, the harvestmaster pulled his mace from its carrying loop and presented the handle to Dauneth.
Azoun shot Merula a look that left no doubt about how the wizard’s mistrust had been received. Merula looked the other way and pretended not to notice, more secure than he should be in Vangerdahast’s ability to shield him from royal displeasure. The man’s smugness was a better argument than any Tanalasta had made for taking the war wizards down a notch.
Dauneth kept his hands on his saddle horn, making no move to accept Owden’s mace. “Actually, Merula may have overstated matters.” The High Warden cast a querying glance at Azoun, who smiled inwardly but kept a stern outer face and nodded curtly. “As I recall, those robes were issued to you on command of the royal magician for the purpose of escorting Princess Tanalasta into the Stonelands.”
“And while that may fall short of a royal commission, it does excuse you for wearing them,” said Azoun. Though he approved of Dauneth’s quick thinking, he could not let the Badgeless Maces off the hook entirely. He had worked too hard to bring the tumult of the past few days under control. “What you must answer for is disobeying my wishes and returning to chase this beggar instead of going with her into the Stonelands.”
Owden returned his mace to its carrying ring, relief flooding his face. “Of course, Majesty. That is really very easy to explain. In fact, I’ve come to think it was what Vangerdahast intended all along.”
“Truly? Now that will take some explaining.” Azoun raised his hand, commanding the harvestmaster to remain silent until he finished. “The queen will certainly wish a careful accounting of exactly what was said and done, in all the particulars-down to the minutest detail, I am sure. You and your priests are invited to return with us to Arabel, where you will be my guests until such a time as I am satisfied that you have prepared a record to the queen’s liking.”
Owden’s eyes dulled as he comprehended the king’s meaning. He bowed stiffly, then said, “As you command, Sire.”
“Good. On the journey back, perhaps you would be kind enough to tell Merula and me what you have learned about this beggar and his blight.” Azoun glanced darkly in Merula’s direction, then said, “I’m sure the war wizards can handle the matter-once they have the vaguest idea what’s going on.”
The dig seemed to delight Owden as much as it irritated Merula. “It would be a pleasure, Sire. Merula and I do enjoy talking while we travel.”
“Oh, immensely,” growled the wizard.
Azoun smiled at Merula’s glower. “Excellent,” he said, feeling that he finally had matters once again under control. “Dauneth, what say we camp tonight? It’s too late to start home, and we don’t want to put that poor free farmer out of his hut.”
“A fine idea, Sire,” said the High Warden, motioning to his lionars to set things in motion.
Azoun looked up at the darkening sky and saw the first star appear in the east. “It’s been too long since I’ve done this.” He began to finger his signet ring, then pictured Vangerdahast’s bearded face. “Too long indeed.”
Vangerdahast was standing on the grassy collar on the outlet side of Orc’s Pool, giving Cadimus and Tanalasta’s mare a few minutes grazing time when he heard Azoun’s voice.
I’ll be sleeping under the stars tonight, old friend.
Vangerdahast looked down and sighed wearily. Though the wizard’s own signet ring was in Cadimus’s saddle bags with most of his other magic, that did not prevent Azoun from contacting him. Mindful of the fact that he needed to be available to the royal family even when he had removed his ring to work in the laboratory or take a bath, the royal magician had taken the precaution of fashioning the family rings so that they could contact him whether or not he was wearing his. This wasn’t the first time he had had reason to regret his foresight-a late evening with a particularly frolicsome water nymph leaped immediately to mind-but it was the first time he had ever had reason to let it frighten him.
“And I won’t be sleeping at all, thanks to you,” Vangerdahast replied, speaking aloud. “What news?”
Matters are well in hand here. You can bring Tanalasta back any time.
“I’m afraid I can’t.” Vangerdahast began to root through Tanalasta’s saddle bags, pulling out her bracers, rings, and weathercloak. “Tanalasta won a bet. We’re at Orc’s Pool.”
A bet?
“Don’t ask,” the wizard said. “And it gets worse.”
She won’t give up on the temple?
‘Worse.”
What could be worse than that?
“A Cormaeril,” Vangerdahast explained. “A Chauntea worshiping Cormaeril ranger named Rowen. She seemed quite taken with him.”
I thought you had a plan! Azoun complained. What kind of plan is that?
“Don’t panic. Maybe he’ll turn out to have a nasty temper or hate royals or something.” Vangerdahast closed Tanalasta’s saddlebags and started around the pool toward the camp. “But we have bigger problems than that, at the moment. Ask Alaphondar to find out everything he can about a creature called a ghazneth. It’s a phantom or demon or something whose wings protect it from magic. I can’t seem to kill it.”
You what?
“It’s been harassing us-and Alusair, too.” As Vangerdahast approached the camp, he heard a soft splashing in the water. “It may have something to do with Emperel’s disappearance, but I don’t know. We haven’t been able to catch up with Alusair.”
This shouldn’t be taking so long. What’s going on up there?
“It seems the ghazneth is attracted to magic,” Vangerdahast said, “which is why Alusair took off her ring when I tried to contact her from House Marliir. I’m afraid we won’t be able to talk like this for a while, old friend.”
Wait. Azoun sounded worried. I’ll send Merula and some Purple Dragons-and Owden is here.
“That would only make it harder to talk Tanalasta out of this mess,” Vangerdahast said. “If things get dangerous again-“
Again?
“Have no fear, Sire, she handled herself quite well.” Vangerdahast stopped outside the boulders and lowered his voice. “As I was saying, I can always teleport us back to Arabel.”
Vangerdahast, I hope you know what you’re doing.
“Of course!” Vangerdahast was genuinely hurt. “We can’t give up now… unless you fancy turning your royal parade ground into a vegetable plot.”
Azoun’s only reply was a groan. The wizard smiled to himself, then stepped into the boulder circle to find Rowen sitting at water’s edge, staring out into the steam toward a shapely white blur that could only be Princess Tanalasta floating on the surface of the dark pool. Jaw set, Vangerdahast strode through camp and planted a boot square in the ranger’s back, shoving him headlong into the steaming water.
Rowen vanished under the surface for a moment, then emerged three paces to the left with a raised sword.
When he saw Vangerdahast standing in the moonlight, he lowered his weapon. “It was you?”
“It was,” Vangerdahast growled. “And you may consider yourself lucky to escape with a dunking. Spying on a royal princess’s bath could be deemed a crime against the crown.”
Rowen’s jaw fell. “I wasn’t spying!”
“No? Just peeping?”
“Vangerdahast!” Tanalasta swam over and stood, crossing her arms in front of her breasts. “You owe Rowen an apology. I asked him to keep watch while I bathed.”
“I doubt you asked him to watch you,” growled Vangerdahast, though he suspected the possibility had at least occurred to Tanalasta. The wizard glowered in Rowen’s direction. “Had you been guarding the princess instead of leering at her, you would have heard me coming.”
“I was watching the horizon,” Rowen protested. Though Tanalasta was still covering herself with her arms, he took care to avert his eyes as he spoke. “Milady, you must believe me. Why I didn’t hear him-“