Vaerana's shoulders suddenly grew tense beneath
Ruha's arm, and her florid complexion turned as pale as ivory. "You'd better describe this dragon to me, Witch."
"As you command. First of all, it was huge, perhaps as large as the Storm Sprite herself. It was very black, with dull and withered scales and many fleshless places on its-"
"Cypress!" Vaerana hissed.
"Cypress?"
"He came up from the Wetwoods to attack the cara- vans around Elversult," the Lady Constable explained.
"But that was three years ago, and Yanseldara said she
killed him."
"If this is the same dragon, perhaps she did," Ruha said. "He looked very dead when he attacked us."
This did not seem to calm Vaerana at all. "Then
Cypress is the Cult of the Dragon's idol! No wonder they're being so bold!" She swept Ruha up and started down the hill at a trot. "We've got to hurry!"
The witch wrapped her fingers into Vaerana's cloak, terrified the Lady Constable would trip and fall on top of her. "Wait! I do not understand!"
"The Cult of the Dragon worships dead dragons," Vaer- ana continued to run. "The reverence keeps the spirits from being drawn into the netherworld, and the dragons just keep growing."
"Please put me down!" Ruha urged. "There is no rea- son to worry. I have destroyed Cypress."
Vaerana began to slow, but did not return the witch's feet to the ground. "You what?"
"I blasted him apart," Ruha confirmed. "With lamp oil and magic. From the inside. The detonation ripped him
apart."
Vaerana's face remained blank and uncomprehending.
"You destroyed him?" she gasped. "You're sure?"
"The explosion annihilated his body, along with the stern of Captain Fowler's ship," Ruha confirmed. "I saw the sharks eating pieces of his body. The same thing would have happened to us if Minister Hsieh had not come back."
Vaerana's jaw fell. "Minister who?"
"Hsieh," Ruha said. "It was his ship we saved. He is a
Shou mandarin-"
"I know who he is!" Vaerana finally stopped and returned Ruha to the ground. They were near the bottom of the hill, less than twenty paces from the horses, but
the Lady Constable did not resume walking. "I don't know whether to kiss you or gut you!"
"I would prefer you do neither," Ruha replied. "Instead, please explain why you are so upset."
"I think Hsieh is our enemy":
"Of course. The Shou are very fond of dragons."
Vaerana shook her head. "I'm not talking about their emperor-that's something else altogether." The Lady
Constable lowered her voice. "My sages think someone's trying to steal Yanseldara's spirit."
"Ah." Ruha was beginning to understand why Vaerana thought a witch might help her friend. "Why do they think that?"
"Someone has stolen a staff her father gave her-"
"It is very dear to her?" Ruha was no master of spirit magic, but she had learned something of the subject from
Qoha'dar, an old witch with whom she had been exiled as a child. "Perhaps the staff is even her most treasured possession?"
Vaerana nodded, and lowered her voice even further.
"And by all accounts, Prince Tang's mother is a master of the art."
"But why are the Shou doing this terrible thing?" Ruha asked. "What do they want with Yanseldara's spirit?"
Vaerana bit her lip, then looked away. "It's my doing.
They trade in poisons and fixings for dark magic. I've threatened to chase them out of Elversult if they don't stop. I guess stealing Yanseldara's spirit is their way of calling my bluff."
With that, Vaerana snaked an arm around Ruha and started toward the horses, half-dragging the witch along.
"If we don't want this turning into another of your de- bacles, we'll need to ride like the wind!"
The reference to Voonlar stung like a slap, but that was not the reason Ruha pulled free of Vaerana and stopped. The witch had only a passing familiarity with spirit magic; it would not be enough to save Yanseldara.
Vaerana did not seem to realize that her companion
had stopped until she reached the horses and took her reins from Tombor. "Well?"
"I cannot save Yanseldara." The words came so diffi- cultly that Ruha could barely utter them. "You must send
for someone else."
Vaerana's face darkened. "Out of the question! I'd do this myself if I could, but the Shou know me." She grabbed the reins of Ruha's mount; then led it, along with her own horse, toward the witch. "As pitiful an excuse for a Harper as you are, you're the only one who can save Yanseldara-which means you're all that stands between Elversult and the tyranny of the Cult of the
Dragon."
Vaerana thrust a set of reins into the witch's hands.
"But, Lady Constable-"
"Don't 'but' me, Witch!" Vaerana roared. "You're sup- posed to be a Harper, and a Harper goes where she's called. Besides, all you've got to do is sneak into the Gin- ger Palace and find Yanseldara's staff. Even you can
handle that!"
"You do not want me to lift the curse?"
Vaerana rolled her eyes. "Why would I think you can do what Thunderhand Frostbryn could not? All I need is someone the Shou don't know-but you almost botched that up, didn't you? Now, I'll have to do some fast riding if we don't want that mandarin recognizing you."
The Lady Constable thrust her foot into a stirrup, then turned toward the rest of the riders. "Tombor!"
Tombor, who could hardly have missed the last part of
Vaerana's outburst, led his own horse forward. "Yes,
m'lady?"
Vaerana flipped her hand in Ruha's direction. "Take the witch back to Elversult. After you tend to the seri- ously wounded, I don't imagine you'll have any healing magic left, but do what you can for her leg. Then see that she's given an introduction to the Ginger Palace, like we
planned."
Tombor's twinkle-eyed gaze darted to Ruha, then back
to Vaerana. "And what will you and the rest of the Maces be doing, Lady Constable?"
"Inspecting a caravan," Vaerana replied. "A Shou cara- van."
Six
The journey to Elversult took the rest of the day and most of the next, so that they reached the outskirts of town in late afternoon. Suggesting it might be wise not to be seen together in the city, Tombor pointed out a wooded hill where Ruha and Fowler could wait while he saw to the wounded. Grateful for any chance to rest their sore rumps, the pair climbed out of their saddles and led their horses into the copse.