Danae shivered suddenly. "With an elemental he could probably have gotten the whole ocean dug for him. Unless their power's been exaggerated."
"It's hard to exaggerate elementals' power," Ravagin said, feeling his stomach tighten. "Almost as hard as imagining the kind of damn fool who would try invoking one of them in the first place. I don't even like working with demons and peris, personally." With an effort he forced his mind back to the original question. Could the worlds in fact be more identical than was generally conceded?
With some difficulty he tried to imagine a superposition of the Shamsheer and Karyx maps...
"The Morax Forest east of here could be the same as the Darcane back on Shamsheer," Danae murmured. "Just receded to the east a hundred kilometers or so—maybe by whatever made the Cairn Waste. The South Fey River in Shamsheer would be somewhere in Citadel's inlet—that doesn't help us any. The North Fey River...?"
"There is a river up there somewhere," Ravagin nodded. "But I'm not sure precisely where. Part of the problem is that we don't know all that much about Karyx's landscape—travel is by foot or horseback, and we rarely wind up going more than fifty or sixty kilometers from the Tunnel. Funny no one's thought of this before."
"Oh, they probably have," Danae shrugged. "And then rejected it for some perfectly good reason."
She sighed. "Doesn't really matter, I suppose. Just theoretical brain-gaming."
"So what else is there here?" he said dryly. "It's not like studies of Karyx have any application to the real universe."
"You sound like Essen," she snorted. "I don't suppose it's occurred to you that the spirits we find here may not be unique to this place."
"If you're talking about all the Earth legends and stories—"
"And most religions, too," she cut in. "Virtually all of them make provision for spiritual beings."
"But spiritual beings that are different from those of Karyx."
"Who says?" she said hotly.
"Just take a minute and look at the facts," Ravagin said, feeling his temper beginning to slide out from under his control. He'd never much cared for people who couldn't have a discussion without turning it into an argument. "The spirits here are easy to invoke, easy to control, interact directly with the physical universe, and their presence is very apparent. Contrast that to all the legends—or the religious stories, if you'd prefer—that you remember."
She clamped her jaw tightly, but he could see in her eyes that she was indeed thinking about it. "You think the legends are just that—legends?"
"I have no idea—I'm not a theologian. All I'm saying is that anything you learn about spirit characteristics and control here will have no direct application to life off Karyx because spirits like these don't seem to exist off Karyx."
"So you do agree with Essen's philosophy."
"There's no agreeing or disagreeing, damn it," Ravagin snarled. "There are no sides to be taken here
—it isn't a contest or war or something. In many ways I happen to prefer Karyx to Shamsheer; so what? All Essen was saying is that Shamsheer's technology is at least based on scientific principles, and that if we can find out how it works there we can make it work in the Twenty Worlds, too."
"If science really is a universal." She held up her hand before he could reply. "Sorry—I'm not really trying to start any arguments."
"Could've fooled me," Ravagin muttered under his breath.
"What'd you say?"
"Nothing," he growled. "Let's step up the pace a little—I want to try for one of the inns a few kilometers down the road."
They kept on, but within another hour it was clear they weren't going to make it. Danae was trying—
he could grudgingly admit that much—but her preparation for the trip had clearly not included building up her leg muscles for this kind of continual up-down climbing, and he was forced again and again to reduce the pace or risk leaving her behind. The latter idea had a certain nasty appeal—
he could invoke a djinn to watch over her progress, after all—but it wasn't really a serious option.
Keeping most of his attention on their surroundings, he began working on the problem.
They reached the last row of mounds about an hour before sunset, and there Ravagin called a halt.
"There's no way we're going to make any of the inns tonight," he said, studying the strip of dirt and gravel through the lengthening shadows of the mounds that were slowly but steadily creeping over it.
"We might as well find a good spot around here and set up a camp. Are you hungry?"
"A little," she admitted, gazing out over the road. "There's not much cover out here, though.
Wouldn't we do better to head for that little grove of trees?" She pointed south along the road.
"The lack of cover isn't all that important," Ravagin told her. "The presence or absence of bandits is much more of a consideration, and I'd just as soon avoid such blatantly obvious places for travelers to stop."
"But we could invoke a lar to protect the camp, couldn't we?" Danae persisted.
"We could and we will," Ravagin nodded. "The problem is that any bandits we meet will have some knowledge of spirithandling, too. Spirit battles can be fun to watch, but not at close range. We'll do better to stay out of sight here—"
A scrape of two stones together was all the warning he got, but for anyone who'd survived as long as he had on Karyx it was enough. He spun around, snatching his short sword from its sheath, just in time to see a huge disheveled man doing his best to sneak up on them around the mound. With a hoarse battle roar, he abandoned his attempts at stealth and switched to a full, head-down charge.
"Get back!" Ravagin snapped at Danae, bringing his sword up into ready position. The other's blade was a full-sized one, and in addition he was sporting the small armguard/buckler favored by bandits who liked to be at least a little inconspicuous. Against them Ravagin's weapon was definitely a poor second... but fortunately, he didn't have to rely on steel alone. There were half a dozen ways for a good spirithandler to trip up the unwary—
"Phzni-hy-ix!" Danae shouted abruptly from the side. "Jinx arise!"
"Damn!" Ravagin snarled under his breath. A jinx invocation, of all the stupid things! A hazy brown cloud formed around the bandit; without so much as pausing, the thug plowed through it and swung his sword in a high overhand cut—
Sidestepping, Ravagin caught the blade on his sword's guard and deflected it away. The bandit's inertia kept him going for several steps before he was able to skid to a halt. Ravagin took advantage of the breather to move further up the mound where he would have at least a slight high-ground advantage. The brown cloud had meanwhile followed the bandit, positioning itself around him with the same lack of effect as before.
Danae obviously saw that, too. "Jinx—" she began.
"Get rid of it!" Ravagin shouted to her, spitting dust. The bandit was moving toward him again, an entirely too cunning expression on his face. "You hear me, Danae? Release the damned thing."
"But—all right. Carash-hyeen."
The bandit was ready. "Man-sy-hae orolontis!" he shouted as the brown cloud faded. "Try your tricks now, sorceress."
Ravagin favored the other with a tight smile that was ninety percent bravado. "So you know how to do basic spirit protection, do you? Not surprising. Not very impressive, either."
"Talk while you're able," the bandit responded, giving Ravagin a broken-toothed grin of his own. He continued warily forward, sword held at the ready.
"Sa-doora-na," Ravagin called. "Sa-doora-na, sa-doora-na, sa-doora-na."
And abruptly there were four more of him standing there.