"I am a teacher."
"Are you? I need someone to teach us all what your powers can do. Think about what my father said before you go back to obscurity in your academy."
"Not at once," he replied. "First the negotiations-"
"You have decided to try to convince the empire to negotiate with us?"
"Yes."
"And what will become of you if you do, Lenardo? I care what happens to you. My people owe you their freedom. I owe you my life. At least accept my protection if you must return to the empire. If you go back unprotected, you will be accused of consorting with the enemy… and this time the sentence will not be exile."
"I accept your protection, Aradia. I will go as your emissary."
A warm smile lit her eyes, and suddenly she put down the goblet and threw her arms around him, kissing him. He made no attempt to avoid it. The embrace was over too soon-it was only when he found himself wanting more that Lenardo became disturbed at his reaction.
But as Aradia broke free, unconcerned, Lenardo told himself firmly that the gesture meant nothing more to her than when she kissed Wulf ston-a sisterly caress.
"Now come and dance with me," said Aradia.
"I don't know how," said Lenardo. "In the girls' academies, dance is taught as exercise, but the boys learn sword-play."
So Aradia went off to find another partner, and Lenardo watched the dancing. He thought of the future, regretting that he would soon leave Castle Nerius until he recalled that he would be back-back and forth between here and Tiberium while the treaty was negotiated, and thenAnd then… what?
How could he consider anything but returning to an academy-wherever Master Clement was rebuilding? But Aradia wanted him here, and the treaty would include bringing other Readers over the border, teaching them to work with Adepts. That would be his task, certainly! The idea pleased him.
They said he had changed. Lenardo had to agree: now that he saw all there was to do in the world, he would never again be satisfied to live apart from it. The academies were necessary, but so would be the liaison position he would hold. Best of both worlds, he thought, smiling to himself. You're as bad as the Adepts: all you want is everything!
But it was in a cheerful mood that he left the celebration, returning to his room in the castle. It occurred to him that he ought to try to report back to the empire, to let Masters Clement and Portia know that Galen was dead. He thought he could reach Adigia from here-it was farther away than Drakonius' stronghold, but he had spent most of his life there. Perhaps Master Clement was still there.
The stone castle was cooler than the night outside. Lenardo was the only one indoors, except for the cook's staff bustling hi and out lest anyone lack for one more bite of some delicacy.
He went up to his room, lay down, and left his body. He needed no landmarks to guide him to Adigia-a moment's concentration and he was "there," in his own room at the academy. The building was deserted. Unless he found a focus, he would have to retreat.
Reading through the town, though, he quickly found the active mind of the blind boy who was always Reading. Torio was in a room at the inn-safe enough now, as the innkeeper's daughter had long since married and grown into a plump and proper matron with three children. If it was hot where Lenardo was, it was even hotter in Adigia, and Torio was sitting at the open window in his nightshirt, contemplating going down to sleep in the plot of grass around the fountain in the square, where a number of people had already gathered.
Torio-"
"Master Lenardo!" The leap of joy in the boy's mind was almost painful in its intensity. "Are you all right? At least you're still alive."
"I am alive. Galen is dead."
"Oh."Shock and sorrow, followed by hope. "Then you're coming home!"
"Not yet Torio, are you the only Reader hi Adigia? Why are you there alone?"
"There were complaints when Master Clement insisted I remain alone, but how else guarantee privacy if you contacted me? The people are afraid of further attack, here on the border. A single Reader can't help very much."
"I know," Lenardo replied. //I wish you could reassure them there is no danger of attack. It's true, for the Adept who was so determined to beat back the walls of the empire is also dead. But you cannot tell the people of Adigia that. Where is Master Clement now?"
"Tiberium. They've housed the academy in a villa there, and the last I heard the senate was refusing funds to build elsewhere."
"Despite the women's academy in the same city?"
"They say, "You're Readers-avoid each other!" They claim the savages have taken so much land, and it costs so much to mount the army against them, that the money simply isn't there."
"There will soon be a change in their attitude. Now, you have one final duty in this plan, and then back to your studies. You are at a crucial point hi your education, Torio. I'm sorry it was interrupted, even for these few weeks."
//I don't know,// said Torio. //Master Clement told me not to get my hopes too high-those who show promise at my age often fail dismally.//
//Torio-he was reacting to Galen's betrayal. You are the best Reader for your age that I have ever seen-and that means you have the potential to grow into a better Reader than either Master Clement or I. Come now- you're old enough to know that teachers are human, too, and sometimes say things in the bitterness of disappointment that they regret later.//
//Yes… I suppose I do know that. I'll be a teacher myself as soon as I get back to the academy. Master Clement has let me keep the title of tutor and has promised me a class of novice swordsmen once my duty here is done.//
//It is done. But tell me… how is Decius?//
"Still healing. Master Clement says he is bravely facing his pain and has determined to turn all his energies to becoming a great Reader."
Still in pain! Lenardo was certain Aradia could have saved Decius' leg, but even if she could not, she would have been able to take his pain away at once and heal the wound within a day or two.
"Torio, there are so many things I wish I could tell you. I will when I return. Now you must go tell Master Clement that Galen is dead, and the savage threat to the empire is over-permanently, if I can accomplish all I want to."
"But when will you come home? Master Lenardo-are you a prisoner?"
"No-far from it. But it will be weeks, perhaps months, before I return to the empire."
“Branded as an exile-how will you return unless someone is here in Adigia for you to contact? Whoever replaces me here will not know about you.”
“I cannot communicate with Tiberium from where I am now, but I can if I come near to Adigia on the other side of the border. Even if the academy moves, so you and Master Clement are not there, Portia never leaves Tiberium. You must not worry about me, Torio. I am safer than you can imagine, and if my plans work out, lif e in the empire will be much better in the future."
"Master Lenardo-where are you? If Master Clement wants to contact you-"
Lenardo considered. "No, you had best tell him to wait until I contact him.'
"You're keeping something from me,// said the boy. "So is Master Clement. When he contacts me, I can tell there are things he's holding back. He's worried, Master Lenardo."
"Of course he is-he's worried about mel But now you can tell him I'm safe. I'm with friends."
"Friends? But how can that be?"
"Torio, you are far too good a Reader for your age, and that should tell you you've nothing to worry about on your exams. But you will have to accept that I cannot explain everything now. It will all be clear when I come home."