“I’m still waiting to hear how it’s different,” He reminded her in gently teasing tones, and she drew a deep breath as His power withdrew from her. It left quickly, yet gently, flowing back through her like a caress or the shoulder slap of a war captain for a warrior who’d done all that was expected of her and more. There was a moment of regret, a sense of loss, as that glorious tide flowed back to the one from Whom it had come, yet her contact with Him was not severed. It remained, glowing between them, and as He reclaimed the power He had lent her, she found herself refreshed, filled with energy and life, as if she’d just arisen in the dawn of a new day and not come from a deadly battle for her very life and soul.
“Well, maybe it’s not,” she said after a moment or two and with a fulminating sideways glower for Bahzell. “But it still wasn’t Leeana’s place to be telling you I needed help!”
“No more did she,” Bahzell said. “All she wrote was what she suspected—not that it was after taking any geniuses to know what such as you were likely to be doing about it if it should happen as how she was right.” He shrugged.
“All right,” Kaeritha said after another pregnant moment. “But that still leaves my other question.”
“And which other question would that be?” Tomanak asked.
“The one about him and him,“ she snapped, jabbing an index finger first at Bahzell and then at the huge stallion who stood regarding her over her fellow champion’s shoulder with what could only be described as an expression of mild interest. She glared back at him, and then her eyes widened as she Saw the glowing tendrils of blue light that linked the immense stallion not simply to Bahzell, but directly to Tomanak. She opened her mouth, then changed what she’d been about to say. There were some questions, she thought, that needed to be discussed in private first.
“The question,” she said instead, “of what a hradani—any hradani, but especially a Horse Stealer hradani—is doing with a courser? I thought they, um, didn’t like one another very much.”
“Ah, now, I don’t think it’s my business to be telling that particular tale,” Tomanak told her with a slow smile. He chuckled at the disgusted look she gave Him, then turned his head, gazing about the temple courtyard. There were dozens of bodies lying about, Kaeritha realized—all that was left of the corrupted members of the Quaysar Guard who’d tried to prevent Bahzell and his wind brothers from fighting their way to her aid. Tomanak gazed at them for several seconds, then shook His head with a sad sigh.
“You’ve done well, Kaeritha. You and Bahzell alike, as I knew you would. I believe this temple will recover from Shigu’s interference, although you’ll still have your work cut out for you in Kalatha. My Sister will be sending two or three of her Arms to aid you in that work, but this is still a matter of Justice, and so falls under your authority … and responsibility.”
“I understand,” she said quietly, and he nodded.
“I know you do. And I know I can count upon you and Bahzell to complete all the tasks you’ve been called to assume. But for today, my Blades, enjoy your victory. Celebrate the triumph of the Light you’ve brought to pass. And while you do,” He began to fade from their sight, His face wreathed in a huge smile, “perhaps you can get Bahzell to tell you how a Horse Stealer became a wind rider. It’s well worth hearing!” He finished, and then He was gone.
“Well?” Kaeritha turned to her towering sword brother and folded her arms.
“Well what?” he asked innocently.
“Well you know perfectly well what!”
“Oh,” Bahzell said. “That ’well.’ “ He grinned toothily at her. “Now that’s after being a mite of a long story. For now, let’s just leave it that while you’ve been off enjoying your little vacation in Kalatha and Thalar, there’s some of us as have been doing some honest worka bit closer to home.”
“Work?” Kaeritha repeated. “Work? Why, you hairy-eared, overgrown, under-brained, miserable excuse for a champion! I’ll give you work, Milord Champion! And when I’m done with you, you’ll wish you’d never—”
She advanced upon him with fell intent, and Bahzell Bahnakson demonstrated once again the sagacity and tactical wisdom which were the hallmarks of any champion of Tomanak.
He took to his heels instantly, and despite the carnage all about them, Baron Tellian, the other wind riders, and every member of the Order of Tomanak burst into laughter as Kaeritha paused beside a planter only long enough to snatch out a handful of ornamental river stones suitable for throwing at him before she went speeding off in pursuit.
The Gods of Norfressa
The Gods of Light
Orr All-Father
Often called “The Creator” or “The Establisher,” Orr is considered the creator of the universe and the king and judge of gods. He is the father or creator of all but one of the Gods of Light and the most powerful of all the gods, whether of Light or Dark. His symbol is a blue starburst.
Kontifrio
“The Mother of Women” is Orr’s wife and the goddess of home, family, and the harvest. According to Norfressan theology, Kontifrio was Orr’s second creation (after Orfressa, the rest of the universe), and she is the most nurturing of the gods and the mother of all Orr’s children except Orfressa herself. Her hatred for Shigu is implacable. Her symbol is a sheaf of wheat tied with a grape vine.
Chemalka Orfressa
“The Lady of the Storm” is the sixth child of Orr and Kontifrio. She is the goddess of weather, good and bad, and has little to do with mortals. Her symbol is the sun seen through clouds.
Chesmirsa Orfressa
“The Singer of Light” is the fourth child of Orr and Kontifrio and the younger twin sister of Tomanak, the war god. Chesmirsa is the goddess of bards, poetry, music and art. She is very fond of mortals and has a mischievous sense of humor. Her symbol is the harp.
Hirahim Lightfoot
Known as “The Laughing God” and “The Great Seducer,” Hirahim is something of a rogue element among the Gods of Light. He is the only one of them who is not related to Orr (no one seems certain where he came from, though he acknowledges Orr’s authority … as much as he does anyone’s) and he is the true prankster of the gods. He is the god of merchants, thieves, and dancers, but he is also known as the god of seductions, as he has a terrible weakness for attractive female mortals (or goddesses). His symbol is a silver flute.
Isvaria Orfressa
“The Lady of Remembrance” (also called “The Slayer”) is the first child of Orr and Kontifrio. She is the goddess of needful death and the completion of life and rules the House of the Dead, where she keeps the Scroll of the Dead. Somewhat to her mother’s dismay, she is also Hirahim’s lover. The third most powerful of the Gods of Light, she is the special enemy of Krahana, and her symbol is a scroll with skull winding knobs.
Khalifrio Orfressa
“The Lady of the Lightning” is Orr and Kontifrio’s second child and the goddess of elemental destruction. She is considered a Goddess of Light despite her penchant for destructiveness, but she has very little to do with mortals (and mortals are just as happy about it, thank you). Her symbol is a forked lightning bolt.
Korthrala Orfro
Called “Sea Spume” and “Foam Beard,” Korthrala is the fifth child of Orr and Kontifrio. He is the god of the sea but also of love, hate, and passion. He is a very powerful god, if not over-blessed with wisdom, and is very fond of mortals. His symbol is the net and trident.