“Master, that’s…”
“Sacrilege? Blasphemy? Betrayal?” The Magus sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Perhaps. But I am a man made old before my time, and I have paid a great price for my unwanted power. Permit me to rail against the clockworks that rule my life. Go now. I’ll return to your tales of woe in the morning.”
As he was closing the door, Khadgar heard Medivh add, “I am so tired of worrying about everything. When can I worry about myself?”
“The orcs have attacked Stormwind,” said Khadgar. It was three weeks later. He laid the missive on the table between him and Garona.
The half-orc stared at the red-sealed envelope like it was a venomous snake. “I am sorry,” she said at last. “They will not as a rule take prisoners.”
“The orc forces were repelled this time,” said Khadgar. “Thrown back before they reached the gates by Llane’s troops. From the descriptions, it sounds like Kilrogg’s Bleeding Hollow and the Twilight’s Hammer clans. There seemed to be a lack of coordination between the major forces.”
Garona gave a bulldog-sneeze grunt and said, “The Twilight’s Hammer should have never be put on an assault in a siege situation. Kilrogg likely was trying to decimate a rival, and use Stormwind as his anvil to do so.”
“So even in the midst of an attack, they continue to brawl and betray each other,” said Khadgar. He wondered if his own reports to Lothar had given them the information they needed to break the assault.
Garona shrugged, “Very much like humans.” She motioned to the books piled high on the study table. “In your histories, there are continual justifications for all manner of hellish actions. Claims of nobility and heritage and honor to cover up every bit of genocide, assassination, and massacre. At least the Horde is honest in their naked lust for power.” She was silent for a moment, then added, “I don’t think I could have helped them.”
“The orcs, or Stormwind?” asked Khadgar.
“Either,” said Garona. “I did not know about any attack on Stormwind, if that’s what you’re hinting at, though anyone with half an ounce of sense would know that a Horde would strike against the biggest target as soon as possible. You know that from our discussions. You also know that they’ll pull back, regroup, kill a few leaders, and then come back in greater numbers.”
“I can guess, yes,” said Khadgar.
Garona added, “And you already sent a letter to the Champion at Stormwind just to that affect.”
Khadgar thought he kept his face passive, but the orc emissary gave a wide smile. “Yes, you did.”
Khadgar now felt his face turn flush, but pressed his point. “Actually, the question I have is, Why haven’t you been reporting to your masters?”
The green-fleshed woman leaned back in her seat. “Who’s to say I haven’t?”
“I do,” said Khadgar. “Unless you’re a better mage that I am.”
A small tic at the corner of Garona’s mouth betrayed her. “You haven’t been reporting in at all, have you?” asked Khadgar.
Garona was silent for a moment, and Khadgar let the silence fill the library. At length she said, “Let’s just say I’ve been having a problem with divided loyalties.”
“I thought you had no allegiances,” said Khadgar.
Garona ignored him. “I was sent here, ordered here, by a warlock named Gul’dan. Spellcaster. Leader of the Stormreavers. Very influential in the Horde. Very interested in the mages of your world.”
“And the orcs have the tendency to strike the biggest target first. Medivh,” said Khadgar.
“Gul’dan said Medivh was special. From which secret divination or spice-fueled meditation he used to come to that conclusion, I don’t know.” Garona avoided Khadgar’s glance. “I met several times with Medivh in the field, then agreed to come to the tower here as an emissary. I was supposed to trade basic information and report back to Gul’dan as much as I could about Medivh’s strengths. So you were right from the start—I was here as a spy.”
Khadgar sat down across from her. “You wouldn’t have been the first,” he said. “So why didn’t you report back?”
Garona was silent for a moment. “Medivh…” she started, then stopped. “The Old Man…” another pause. “He saw through it all at once, of course, and he still told me what I wanted to know. Most of it, at least.”
“I know,” said Khadgar. “He had the same affect on me.”
Garona nodded. “At first I thought he was just being pompous, sure in his power, like some orc chieftains I’ve known. But there’s something else. It’s as if he feels that by giving me the knowledge, he knew I would be changed by it, and would not betray his trust.”
“Trust,” said Khadgar. “That’s a big thing for Medivh. He seems to exude it. Standing next to him, you feel he knows what he’s doing.”
“Right,” said Garona, “and orcs are drawn to power naturally. I figured I could tell Gul’dan that I was held prisoner, unable to respond, and so I learned more, and eventually…”
“You didn’t want to see him hurt,” finished Khadgar.
“As Moroes would say, ‘ayep’,” said Garona. “He put a lot of trust in me, and he puts it in you, too. After watching your vision-power thing, I told him about it. I figured that might have brought the demon down on us. He said he knew and it didn’t bother him. That you were naturally curious, and it served you well. He stands by his people.”
“And you can’t hurt someone like that,” said Khadgar.
“Ayep. He made me feel human. And I haven’t felt human in a long, long time. The Old Man, Magus Medivh, seems to have a dream of more than one force battling another for domination. With his power, he could have destroyed us all, yet he does not. I think he believes in something better. I want to believe his dream as well.”
The two sat there for a while in silence. Somewhere in the distance, Moroes or Cook moved along the hallway.
“And recently…” said Garona. “Has he ever been like this before?”
She sounded like Lothar—trying to ask without seeming too concerned. Khadgar shook his head. “He’s always been erratic. Eccentric. But I’ve never seen him this…depressed.”
“Brooding,” added Garona. “Neutral. Up to now I’ve always assumed he would be on the side of the Kingdom of Azeroth. But if Stormwind itself is attacked and still he does nothing…”
“It may be his own training,” said Khadgar, choosing his words carefully. He did not want to reveal the Order to Garona, regardless of her current feelings. “He has to take a very long view on things. It sometimes cuts him off from others.”
“Which is why he takes in strays, I suppose,” said Garona. Another silence, then she added, “I am not sorry that Stormwind repelled the invaders. You don’t destroy something like that from without. You have to do something within to weaken the walls first.”
“I’m glad you’re not there as a general,” said Khadgar.
“Chieftain,” said Garona. “Like I’d get a chance.”
“There is something,” said Khadgar, then stopped. Garona tilted her heavily mawed head toward him.
“You sound like someone looking for a favor,” she said.
“I have never asked you about troop strengths, and positions….”
“About obvious spy stuff.”
“But,” said Khadgar, “they were amazed by the huge numbers of orc warriors on the field. They fought them back, but were surprised that the swamps of the Black Morass could hold that many soldiers. Even now they’re worried about the forces that could be hiding within the marshlands.”