Book 8: Chapter 33: R

Book 8: Chapter 33: R

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When they had first met, Hethon Veltras savior had not looked the part. Nor was he, sick, feverish, able to appreciate it.

What he remembered, in between [Healers] telling him to drink the vial in sips and feeling a rush of life, his fever breaking in less than ten minutes, was the bloody young woman they brought in. His father himself carried her in, but did not stay long; he went to hunt the other [Assassins].

Ryoka Griffin had not seemed like the person who saved his life, unconscious, head lolling. However, when Hethon thought of the moment now, something struck him.

Not then. Nor during the battle at the Village of the Deadnor during the party with the strange guests in Riverfarm had he ever seen Ryoka Griffin shed tears.

She had taken terrible wounds. At other times, she had not wept; she hadnt been hurt, but some moments had seemed just as dire. Her friends had never come out of the Village of the Dead, and Hethon had heard [Soldiers] weeping for fallen friends. Old and young, men and women. His father had told him, when he first saw it, never to belittle them.

You wept when you were hurt, or lost something precious. Although a [Lord] shed tears in private. Perhaps that was why Hethon had never seen his father weep; he took his own advice.

Even when the crimson lightning struck her out of the skies, Ryoka Griffin didnt cry. She was unconscious, but in the days thereafter, she didnt weep, even when her sweat ran with her own blood. It had to hurt, and she could barely crawl.

No tears. Of course, he didnt think of it. Jericha and his father didnt weep. Ullim didnt really weep, except on the anniversary of his mothers death and other times. He had seen Jericha once save him from cutting his hand when his belt knife slipped.

The blade had cut her right down to her tendons and shed just made sure he was alright before tending to her wounds. Ryoka Griffin was cut of the same cloth, in Hethons mind.

He saw Ryoka weeping now, four days after she had been bedridden. She sat, shoulders shaking.

The two brothers of House Veltras found her in bed. The bleeding from every pore had stopped, but she was white as a sheet. The [Healer] took no credit; the man just told Hethons father, in private, that the spell was there to make Ryoka suffer, not kill her.

Lord Tyrion was out again, consulting another [Healer] or [Mage]. Hed ridden to First Landing itself this time. Hethon and Sammial were always checking on Ryoka. Theyd found her like this.

MissRy

Hethon couldnt get the words out. He didnt know what to say. Sammial had run off to find Jericha or Ullim, and Hethon was rooted there, unable to do anything, but unwilling to run while Ryoka wept. That was the difference between the two.

He saw her shoulders shaking. She could barely sit up; the pillows piled behind her steadied the huge, gulping sobs. She kept trying to suppress them, and that just made them more painful.

doingwhat

Hethon heard her voice. She was holding something. He edged closer, ashamed, curious, and heard what she was saying.

What am I doing? Why am I here? She needs me. Theywhy

She made a bubbling sound. Wiped at her messy nose. It was not pretty crying, after all. Hethon didnt know why.

Her little friend, a Gnoll, was gone. Her ward? Her child? It was unclear, but Ryoka had dragged herself out of bed before being confined. Why now? Hadhad something happened to Mrsha?

No. Not that, after all. Ryoka Griffin held a crumpled sheet of paper in her hands. Specially transcribed, sent to her. Forwarded, really. It was a simple message, and it had bounced from three different locations with different addendums.

To Lionette, Oteslia, from Joseph, Invrisil:

LIONETTE. READ IMMEDIATELY. KEVIN IS NOT HERE, BUT THEY SENT IT TO ME. WHAT DO I SAY?

Then

Lionette, Oteslia, to Joseph, Invrisil:

Please confirm this at once, Joseph. I am forwarding it to everyone we know.

Lionette, Oteslia, to Ryoka Griffin, Courier (Reizmelt):

Ryoka, please read this at once. I am getting Joseph to confirm this, but the Mages Guild believes it is accurate. The location matches. I do not know how, but it might be true.

All of that was preface. An attachment. Context. Ryoka had begun reading. Then shed read it again. Turned to call for Ullim and asklooked again. Wiped at her face.

Disbelieved, thought about it, wondered.

Thenbelieved. Dared to hope it was real.

That was when the tears had come.

His Majesty Fetohep of Khelt, the Great Servant, Fetohep the Faithful, Protector of the Realm of Jecrass and 19th Ruler of Khelt, Khelt, to Kevin of Solar Cycles, Liscor:

I shall keep this missive brief, as prying parasites so often infest such channels. You do not answer your speaking stone. In regards to your request for aid, I have decided to grant Khelts great resources in reviving your friend. By the will of Khelts rulers, it will be done, without cost or failure. I shall explain more in a private setting.

Know this, and communicate it to your friends: I have it upon the greatest authority and certainty that she lives. My means are opaque. Yet I am bound by no less than the individual in question to relay a message.

Im only mostly dead. Sorry, just joking. Wait for me. Im coming back. Please dont bury me.

Delivered verbatim. I shall call upon you as soon as my reply is received.

His Eternal Majesty, the Sovereign of True Paradise, Heir of Khelta

The list of titles and appellations went on for a while. Ryoka hadnt read them. She had stopped when she realized what it meant.

So careful. So opaque. No wonder Joseph hadnt been sure. Lyonette?

But what else could explain this? The out-of-context line that looked like silly nonsenseit was. Who else could write it? Why would someone like that lie?

How? How did she?

It was too strange to be anything but truth. Let that be the case. Ryoka wanted to believe. She had.

Then she had begun weeping. Not because she had taken an injury that hurt too much, or the news was too bad, as Hethon thought.

Rather, the opposite. Because something had gone right for once. Ryoka had not cried when the Horns died. Even when Erin died, she had been numb, lost. She had shed tears, but

This broke her. Because she lay in this bed, with Mrsha missing, and the first real proof there was hope, more than hope, that her great friend would live again.

And here Ryoka lay. The Couriers eyes were blurred so that the gentle, comfortable guest room in Lord Pellmias mansion theyd put her in became one creamy brown color, sheets and floor melding together.

She heard birds singing outside. Felt the warm spring air wafting through an open window, and the distant smells of the orchard, earth and ripening fruit in the air.

Here she lay. Wasting time. Doing nothing.

I should be helping. I should beI have to bethey need me. Why am I so useless, even now?

She had gone to the world beyond for strength and obtained a charge. The weight of the world rested on her shoulders, hers and all the others, and here she was. Still helpless.

Ryoka Griffin cried, until a tentative figure made her look up. A hand touched her leg and jerked away. She looked up.

Miss Ryoka?

Hethon offered her a clean handkerchief. The Courier looked at the bit of cloth, and realized her entire face was a mess.

Thbk yb.

He assumed she was thanking him and stood back. Hethon watched Ryoka as she wiped, and slowly calmed down. Only then did he dare ask.

Is itis it bad news, Ryoka?

He looked sidelong at the paper. Ryoka Griffin sat there and shook her head.

No. Its good news. Im just sofed up with being useless, Hethon. I have to do something. I cant let them down again.

He didnt know who they were. Or how Ryoka could see herself as useless. So the boy only nodded and stood there, awkwardly, until Jericha and Sammial came to see what was wrong. He saw Ryoka close her eyes and lie back, her features even more exhausted from the curse running rampant in her veins.

I have to do something. Even if I die. This timeI have to do something.

Hethon looked at her. He didnt like that at all. Yet what could he say?

If Iif House Veltras can help, RyokaIm sure Father would agree. He still says he owes you a debt of honor.

He saw Ryoka start; she had forgotten about him, and looked at Hethon. After a second, she shook her head.

Ino. There are some things you cant ask, Hethon.

But hed

She held out a weak hand that shook like she had palsy and he fell silent.

Especially if hed do it. I just need

Her head lay back on the pillow and her lips moved.

Not this time. I didnt go there and back again to fail once more.

-

The next day, Ryoka Griffin was better. Well, not sobbing her eyes out. She lay, weak, unable to lift her body out of bed.

At least she wasnt crying tears of blood. The curse had drained her fluids, her energy, and her strength, and now it seemed content to immobilize her like this.

Definitely a curse. It was Ryokas first experience with being hexed, and apparently it wasnt a common type of magic. Well, five days since shed fallen out of the skies, fleeing Lord Tyrions romantic advances.

Hah. That felt like ages ago, to Ryoka. Five days of being confined to bed, delirious, with bad newsthen amazingly good news hitting her.

Ryoka hadnt been too lucid until the last day or so. Now, she grimly lay there.

A curse?

A powerful one. [Dispel Magic] does nothing, and I cannot even see it in you, Miss Griffin. Then again, hexes and the like are not traditional magic. You have a mortal enemy, it seems.

I already knew that. I guess I have more. Or one of thems after me.

Jericha just gave Ryoka one of her looks that said she wanted to know more, but was avoiding shaking it out of Ryoka. Barely.

Do you haveany inclination to inform us which enemy this might be? We cannot help you without knowledge, Miss Griffin.

I know. Andno. I could take a swing at figuring out which mortal enemy it is, but some things I cant tell you. Its a matter of honor. Sort of.

Jericha sighed, but nodded, accepting that to Ryokas surprise.

Could you, perhaps, at least narrow down who it might be?

Let me think. Who might try to kill me? Well, theres

Ryoka opened her hand. Raised a finger. Then three. Added another one after a moment. Another three for good measure. Then two more and realized she needed more fingersJericha stared at Ryoka, especially since it was clear Ryoka was serious.

Lets see. It could be Persua, damn her. It would be just like her to hire a curse-specialist. Or it could be Azkerash. Eye in the sky? Maybe. Or whoever I stole from. Thats my biggest bet since they said thief, but it could also be any of the sixenemies. Or Belavierr. Or, frankly, an angry fae like that Wyrm. Or

She had a bad feeling she knew who it was.

I uhthink it might be a new mortal enemy. Someone I dont know. Imin a bit of trouble.

So I gather. Does this relate to the voice I heard claiming you stole something, Miss Griffin? It referred to you as thief.

Jericha had reached the same conclusion Ryoka had. The Courier bit her lip. She squirmed, once again not wanting to give away anything.

To her great surprise, Jericha just sighed.

I shall let the matter rest. For nowhis lordship has returned, with a magic-user who might be able to help you. I also understand another specialist has come, a friend of yours.

A friend of mine?

Ryoka Griffin was confused. She had friends? She craned her neck as two people came to see her.

Lupp?

-

Five days was a long time. Or a short time if you considered geography, and the distances involved. Tyrion Veltras, at top speed, could make it to First Landing and back in that time, and even then, only because his quarry had ridden out to meet him.

By the same token, five days was still not enough for Riverfarm to send their experts. So theyd called on an expert in the area.

Hey, Ryoka! I came as fast as I could! Look who I brooh, no, are you dead?

Charlay trotted into the room and did a double-take as soon as she saw Ryoka. The Courier gave her a frog-like expression. It switched to the [Witch] rubbing at her rear and waddling in.

Next time Ill damn well fly. But no, Mavika just had to mess with my broom.

I carried you all the way here, Alevica!

The [Witch] scowled mightily.

I want a saddle.

Dont be horrible. Ryoka, look! Alevicas here to help!

The Witch Runner and Dustrider Charlay both appeared like some fever vision in front of Ryoka. Alevica? Ryoka stared at the [Witch] as she clinically inspected Ryoka.

Hm. Wow. Thats ugly. Yeah, shes definitely cursed.

You can tell, Runner Alevica?

Ryoka saw a man, a bit less stiff than the wooden door he was standing next to, look down at Ryoka. Actuallythere was an entire crowd out there.

Some people, like Lady Buscrei, were also a mystery. Lord Pellmia? Well, this was his land. Lord Swey? Lady Desinee El?

The Solstice-effect was someone like Fetohep calling Kevin out of the blue to send a message from beyond the grave that Erin was only mostly dead.

The Ryoka-effect seemed to be a bunch of people Ryoka knew watching her get hurt. Popcorn optional.

Oof. She looks like a marsh bird I shot and lost in the swamps. Washed up six days later, looking a bit like that.

Lady Buscrei was chomping down on a lovely peach. Betta, Pellmias daughter, gave Lady Buscrei a horrified look.

Lady Oswen!

What? Its true.

Buscrei leaned back in the rich, wood corridors of Pellmias mansion, the estates of House Quellae. It lay a stones throw away from the vast, bountiful trees laden with the summer harvest.

Fruits hanging plump on stems. Fat peaches, in the middle of being harvested, the bruised or rotten ones fed to animals and seeds re-planted. The air was rich with the smell of nectar and the sounds of House Quellaes workers mixed with the buzzing of flies, or activities of the animals wandering about.

Like the Totwhisker Cat, or Fruit Cats, which lay on branches and occasionally deigned to swat a fruit down into a basket or onto someones face. Of course, inside the manor, the servants stood in awe of the gathering. [Witches], [Lords], [Ladies], oh my! Even a Centauress! Lord Tyrion Veltras and a sick [Courier]?

As Alevica inspected Ryoka, which mainly involved poking her with her wand and saying yuck, and the second specialist stopped throwing up in the stables, a young man paced back and forth in his rooms.

Yes! Shes here! The Wind Runner! And Lord Veltras! Shes been cursed. What do you want me to do beyond watch her? We are not calling a you-know-what here! Everyone would be wiped out before you could scratch your ass!

Gilam Quellae was communicating the event and import to some very interested friends. However, Ryoka Griffin had no way to know about it, and it was not as important to her as the immediate concern of getting well.

Yep. Shes cursed. Worst Ive ever seen.

Alevica made her diagnosis at last. Ryoka, Charlay, and Sammial all glared at her.

And? Are you going to make her better?

The Centauress demanded. Alevica raised her brows at Charlay.

Who, me? I dont lift curses. I cast them. I wish I could cast something like this. Ill report back to the others and see what they want me to do. Mavika herself might have to come out here, though.

Ryoka groaned. Charlay buried her face in her hands.

But I carried you for four days and nights straight!

Hey, Im doing this as a favor to Laken.

I knew it. Sammial. I cant move my arm. Slap my face for me.

Hethon looked up as Alevica stepped back. That sounded like another idea only a sick Ryoka could come up with.

No, w

The slap of Sammials open palm hitting Ryoka across the eyes, nose, and center of her face made Alevica snigger. She adjusted her hat.

Well, Ive had my fun. Ill send a [Message] off. Can I get some food?

This way, Miss Alevica.

Jericha coldly pointed to the door. Buscrei sighed.

Told you we should have tossed her in the Unicorn springs.

I believe the [Witches] may produce a remedy. It was they who cured my sons, Buscrei.

Tyrion Veltras interrupted. He had patiently watched Alevica. Now he looked around.

Is Magus Leireit able to attend Miss Griffin yet?

He may still be throwing up from the ride, Tyrion. Ill find him.

Pellmia excused himself. The [Lord of the Orchards] came back a few minutes later with a man who still looked green. Ryoka groaned.

Now here was someone who dressed like a [Mage] out of stories. He did not engender confidence, especially because he smelled of vomit and sweat.

Lord Veltras. I believe I shall walk back to First Landing. Is this the fascinating case?

The man, Leireit, queasily looked around. Sammial pinched his nose and Charlay tried to back up, and ended up blocking the entire guest room with her hindquarters.

Let me justexcuse mesorrywhos this?

She trotted into the corridor as all the non-Centaurs squeezed back. After all, no one wanted to be squashed by a half-horse person, or have their foot stepped on by someone of Charlays weight. The Centauress leaned on a table, and looked around.

Lady Desinee El looked astonished to be addressed so casually. Charlay had no idea who she was, and after a moment, the [Lady] whispered back.

I believe that is Sir Leireit, an accomplished spellcaster from First Landing.

Charlay wrinkled her face up. She tossed her head.

Can he help? Laken made it sound like all the [Healers] and [Mages] are at a loss. [Alchemists] too.

They are, but perhaps Sir Leireit may offer a different perspective. Ermwho are you, might I ask?

Oh, Charlay. Nice to meet you!

Lady Desinee stared at the proffered hand, again, not something that happened to [Ladies] of her station. She took it gingerly. Buscrei chortled.

I like you. Im Buscrei. Thats Swey.

None of them mentioned their classes, so it was only when Charlay had dragged them all out to drink in a tavern later that night that she realized her mistake. By then, of course, it was too late. For the better. House Veltras liked informality, and Lady Desinee found it charming. From a Centaur City Runner, at least.

Again, it was a superfluous moment to the present. Sir Leireit interested Ryoka. And she clearly interested him.

He had a big, floppy hat that was sort of like a wizards hat, but had a weaker brim than youd expect. It certainly sparkled with magic, but it was rather like a [Fisherman]s cap. Appropriately so, since Leireit was a huge [Fisher] by hobby.

He had on robes, which had bunched horribly during the ride here, and he smelled of puke, but also pine needles. He had no spellbooks, Ryoka realized, nor a staff or other implements.

Huh. Her mana flow is constricted, her life force is being attacked, and somethings in her. I can see how it would stump many of my peers.

Your diagnosis as to the spell, Sir Leireit?

Tyrion was impatient. Five days of riding had better not have been for nothing. Leireit frowned.

No clue. But Ill bet its Tier 5 or Tier 6.

Im starting to get tired of diagnoses by people who say they have no idea whats wrong with me, but it looks bad.

Ryoka snapped, and felt bad, but Leireit didnt take offense. He adjusted his hat with a smile for her.

Rest assured, Courier Griffin, I didnt earn my honorary title and reputation by understanding magic. Im not a [Mage] wholl research this in a book of spells with ten thousand derivations of each spell.

Whatare you then?

He grinned and his eyes sparked, turning from their usual lime green to a glowing orange with violet inner light.

Im a [Sorcerer].

Ryoka looked at him.

Oh, fuck me.

-

Its very simple. Im just going to try and dispel the magic, but with my style and Skills. Ready?

No, no, what are you going to

Alright, here goes!

Ryoka Griffin lay in a bed outside of the mansion. Shed been carried out there at Leireits request. She tried to roll out when the [Sorcerer] announced his not-a-plan, but it was too late.

Dont worry, Im a professional! Ive taken down curses before. See? I even have backup!

Leireit assured her. Jericha, Alevica, and two [Mages], one of Pellmias own employ, the other the strongest from the local Mages Guild, were all linked with him. Well, Jericha set up the link, something else Leireit didnt know how to do without holding hands.

He was a [Sorcerer]. Untrained, a natural spellcaster who made up spells and didnt study them like [Mages]. His methods? Well, they looked like this.

[Dispel Magic]!

Leireit raised the stave hed brought out, a glowing ruby atop mithril. The jewel flashed and he aimed it at Ryoka.

She glared at him as the magic settled on her, dispelled an anti-pain spell and a cooling spell put on her by one of the [Healers] and promptly did nothing else. Leireit looked at Ryoka.

Nothing? Ah, thought not. Dont worry, that was just to see what would happen and if I got any interference! Okay, trying again!

Father, umdo you think Lord Veltras found the best spellcaster for the job?

Betta whispered to Lord Pellmia and her mother, well, step-mother, the woman whod raised her since her birth, Keireen. Pellmia opened his mouth uncertainly, but Lord Veltras had heard. The [Lady] turned beet red as he bowed stiffly to her.

Sir Leireit comes highly recommended, Lady Betta. His methods are unorthodox, but I have seen him work. Let us see his true attempt.

She nodded and they all turned just in time for Leireit to shout again. This time he charged Ryoka and lifted his staff.

Dispeeeeell Maaaaagiiiic

What are you doof!

The oof was from him planting the stave in Ryokas belly. Everyone winced. All eyes swung back to Lord Veltras, and he looked uncertain. He hadnt expected that.

Ryoka would have kicked Leireit if she had any breath left in heror strengthbut the [Sorcerer] hadnt struck her that hard. And indeed, his eyes had begun to glow. She began to try, anyways, when she saw the light.

It came from his open mouth, from within, from his glowing veins. A smell like pine filled the air. His voice became two octaves deeper and echoed like it came from a cave. Ryoka felt a magical rumbling transmit itself through the staff, the bed and her.

[Dispel Magic: Mana Clash]!

Her eyes widened. She stopped trying to kick him and saw, with her limited magical abilities, the mana race through him and the four [Mages] running support.

Dead gods!

Keireen threw up her hands to shield her eyes. Tyrion frowned as if seeing something, and Sammials eyes went round.

That felt powerful!

Its socolorful!

Hethon muttered. Jericha, lost in focus, wanted to blink at him. Colorful?

The others just watched, seeing nothing but the light Leireit emitted and feeling it in the air.

Leireit was fighting something. He began shouting as Ryoka saw his mana start burning itself against something, like water trying to throw a boulder. It wasnt efficient. It wasnt smart, or calculated.

But, hells, it was working. Unlike every other attempt, which hadnt even managed to target the spell in her, this was rather like putting out a fire by jumping on it and rolling around on top. Inefficient? Painful? Maybe, but it was a lot more direct than wasting time finding water, or something.

The only question was if Leireit and the other [Mages] had the mana or power, but he was adding to the fire.

[Replenish Mana]! [Enhanced Casting: Tier 4]! [Enchanced Focus]! I said, enhanced focus! Hold on

My mana is burning out, you maniac!

Alevica bellowed at Leireit, but the [Sorcerer] was laughing, pouring their combined strength into the fight. Jericha bit her lip until it bled and the other two [Mages] groaned.

The unseen battle in the air was making Leireit sweat. Ryoka was shuddering, feeling something fighting in her. An incredible pressure was squeezing her from within. Just when she thought it would pop or shed scream, it happened.

Aha! I d

Leireit bellowed. Then there was an explosion. He went flying through the air, arcing and landing with a whumph nearly twenty feet distant. Ryoka herself was blown straight out of her bed. She crashed behind it as it turned over, and stumbled to her feet.

Holy gholy Oberon!

Everyone stared as Ryoka caught herself. Her strength was back in a moment! Her head felt clear, she could move and standeven her skin had regained some of its regular color! Ryoka stared at Leireit.

You did it?

Even Tyrion hadnt expected success so fast. Leireit rose to his feet, swearing as he felt at his back. Then he raised his arms in victory.

Thats a Level 40 [Sorcerer] for you! Hah! Im levelling tonight! Fetch the wine! Fetch the pretty ladies! Er, those that think Im quite impressive, not the ladies of bought company.

Ryoka just looked at her hands, blown away. Level 40?

That actually worked? String me up and paddle my ass!

Buscrei had snorted water all out of her nose onto the grass. Charlay nodded, jaw open.

Yeah, ywait, what did you say?

What did she say?

Hethon and Sammial both turned around too, though they hadnt said that. Everyone took a moment. Buscrei glanced around.

Oswen tradition. Its a bunch of fun. See, you draw lots and

Such idiotic activities.

Who said that? I dont make fun of idiots jumping off cliffs!

Lord Swey, the [Lord] who lived on a plateau, raised his hands, frowning.

Not me. I thought it was Pellmia.

Not me. Who said

Then they all froze. It was there again. The same voice.

Damned [Sorcerers]. Do you really think you can get away? Stay right there.

Oh, you have got to be kidding

Buscrei whirled, but there was no one in sight. Ryoka was leaping and laughing about, going over to help Leireit up.

Ryoka! Watch out! Its

Too late. A hole opened up in the sky. And guess what flashed down towards Ryoka?

Crimson lightning. Ryoka Griffin looked up just in time to see it stabbing down at her. Her immediate thought mirrored everyone elses.

Again? That was just so unf

She couldnt dodge it. It shot down at, well, the speed of lightning. Or close. [Lightning Bolt] and such spells were a bit slower than actual lightning, which was so fast as to be instantaneous, which was why anyone had a chance of dodging them.

Even so. Ryoka was flat-footed and it was faster than she was, even with the wind. She stumbled, hands going for her side.

No

The lightning touched the glowing shield, and a word written upon that famous crest glowed. The sigil of forests and beasts. One of the Five Families of old:

Veltras.

It bounced, ricocheting off, and hit a tree which promptly dropped all its apples, and then exploded. Lord Tyrion whirled his heirloom up, his sword in the other hand.

Only one man in the gathering could move that fast. There was a curse from above in a tongue Ryoka had never heard.

You little pests! You will not get away, [Thief]

A second bolt of red lightning flew down, but this time it was blocked by a barrier in the skies. Ryoka and Tyrion whirled; Keireen, Pellmias wife, had lifted a hand.

[Safety of the Home].Inside!

They ran, well, the target did. Jericha lurched to her feet after Tyrion, who shielded Ryoka as they charged inside. There was a split in the sky. A wrathful eye

Lady Buscrei aimed her recurve bow straight up at it.

[Counter Fire]. [Arc Arrows]. [Splinter Arrowheads]!

She launched a volley of arrows into the air, looked up, and cursed.

Damn. [Counter Fire] didnt take. Worth a shot.

The hole in the sky closed as fast as it had opened, cutting short a shout of frustration. Calmly, Buscrei aimed about, as Lord Swey, Pellmia, and the other warriors drew their blades. Hethon and Sammial didnt see what happened next; Jericha had grabbed them and hurried them inside.

However, it was certainly exciting. And Ryoka was cured. So there was that.

Too bad that the next three times she tried to step outside, spells nearly killed her.

-

What do you mean, you dont know where the spells are coming from?

It was an incredible statement. Not so anywhere else, but from House Veltras, Lord Pellmia, a powerful [Lord], and Sir Leireit?

Actually, Leireit didnt count, but the fact that so many powerful individuals could be under attack by long-range spells that only went after Ryoka and not know even the vaguest direction they were bound from wasincredible.

My lord, we are under attack by a very powerful [Mage]. The spells have almost no magical emissions. I cannot see their make, and there is no mana trail to follow.

Jericha was pale as Ryoka peeked out the window. The Courier was staring at the innocuous sky. She winced as a [Healer] dug out a bit of wood from one arm.

The lightning had stopped after the second time shed left. However, her mysterious assailant had decided to diversify the spells. Ryoka had walked right next to the second tree that exploded, peppering her with shrapnel.

That was my favorite tree.

Lord Pellmia grumbled, his sword drawn as half his household guard stood at the gates and windows, ready for a battle.

You dont have a favorite tree, my love. Dont be dramatic.

Keireen admonished him.

Ryoka Griffin saw Pellmia glancing up at the innocuously clear skies, furrows in his brow. He exhaled hard, his fingers shifting on the worn leather wrap on his hilt.

That someone would attack a [Lord] of Izrilno, one of the Five Families in such a manner

It seems to be a growing trend of late.

Lady Desinee El remarked from behind her bodyguards. Ryoka Griffin hung her head.

Im sorry. Its my fault.

The Houses of El and Veltras looked at her, quite astonished. Lord Tyrion saw Ryokas entire posture sag. He hesitated, like a rock limpet trying to figure out how to give someone comfort, and with about as much success.

It was Lady Buscrei who grabbed Ryokas shoulder. She grinned, as the young woman started. Her teeth flashed a bit yellow, but with a wide, laughing smile.

Youre one of us, Ryoka. A guestno. Family. When someone attacks your family, you dont let them gang up, you shoot them in the ankles and beat them to death!

Everyone had to absorb that statement of solidarity for a second. Then Ryoka looked at Buscrei.

Family?

The [Lady] laughed. Then winked at Keireen, Betta, Swey, Desineethey stared at her. Now?At this moment?

Well. There was never a wrong moment for plotting romance. Ryoka Griffin found herself guest of Pellmia Quellae once more. And this time?

At least she was conscious.

-

It was strange, going from fleeing romance and courtship on bended knee, to being zapped with a curse from a mysterious foe, to being trapped in a quite pleasant mansion with a bunch of busybodies who were both protecting you and trying to get you hitched.

Want an oyster?

Buscrei cackled so hard at Ryokas expression that she nearly fell out of her chair at lunch. It turned out everyone was eating oysters, though. The [Lady] had brought a huge catch north, and the folk of House Quellae quite liked seafood.

Its fruit all day, and our herds, of course. Its what you dont have, I suppose. I could look once at the most gigantic orange that other people just die forit sells for gold abroadbut give me a clam chowder and Id hand you the orange in a second.

Keireen confided in Ryoka. The Courier stared at the treat.

Um. I see.

The complete lapse of any social cue didnt faze the [Lady]. She smiled, gracefully as Ryoka blushed in embarrassment.

Im sorry, that must be a foreign idea to a Courier who goes everywhere.

Oh. No. Im sorryI havent actually visited many coasts until recently. I was around Liscor, and they have lots of fish. No saltwater creatures, though, and its only in the spring when its fresh.

I heard of that. Damndest thing. It rains and makes a basin, doesnt it? Always wanted to see itwhen we werent at war. Passed it once when we had the yearly fight, but we had to steer clear of the walls.

You mean, the continuation of our war at the Bloodfields, Lord Swey?

The [Lord] glanced up. Lord Swey, one of the Veltras Family that Ryoka had met, lived on a high plateau of all things. If Buscrei was a [Hunting Lady], in general, not the actual specifics of her class, Lord Swey was a [Mountain Lord]. His people foraged and used the cliffs daily.

It showed. His hands were callused in different ways than regular [Warriors] and he was prying apart oyster shells with his bare fingers instead of a knife.

Tyrion Veltras icy glare bounced completely off his squatter cousin. Swey chucked the oyster meat into a bowl, to Desinees plain horror. Buscrei had brought out the oysters, and Keireen had been about to let a [Chef] have at it, but instead, Buscrei, Swey, and Setth, the [Lord] who lived in the forest with all the [Druids], had all gathered around and insisted on grilling and preparing the oysters themselves.

It wasnt bad for House Quellae, and Betta was helping season the oysters as Pellmia saw to a deployment of his house guards. It was astonishing how fast theyd relaxed when it was clear only Ryoka was being targeted.

They had tested it out by having Sir Leireit run around outside, shouting. Hit me, you coward! Well, hed volunteered for it and nothing had happened.

Now they were eating. Cooking for oneself was something Keireen was clearly appalled by. On the other hand, while Tyrion didnt participate in the grilling and arguing over sauce and whatnot, he was slicing open oysters in a fairly practiced manner with his belt knife.

Sammial and Hethon were watching with great interest. They enjoyed their cousins presence, it was clear, and the two boys were mixing a blend of spices, having been deemed too young to handle a sharp blade.

By Jericha, that was. Buscrei had handed them a dagger and told them to try not to cut off a finger. At any rate, Swey calmly answered Tyrion, picking up on the slight tension in the other mans voice.

No offense to the main family and the Five Families and whatnot, Tyrion. I went once. Never saw the point. Lots of angry Drakes and those Gnoll people. Id be as happy to let them stay over there. If they come north, we can rally up.

You dont have an opinion on the sabotage from the [Infiltrators] that came this summer?

Swey frowned, plucking a hot oyster from the grill.

Well, thats bad.

Tyrion waited. Swey chewed, swallowed, and nudged Buscrei.

More salt.

She added a handful. After a few seconds of Tyrion staring, Swey recalled the question.

What? Oh, yes. Heard about the poor dogs and Gralton and the rest. Lets retaliate. We voted on that, didnt we? They throw a punch, we throw one back. But as for the battlesno. Seems like we have that King of Destruction and the Deathless on Rhir to worry about. And that undead fellow

He was ticking off problems on his fingers. Ryoka actually forgot her uncomfortableness as she watched. It was tense, which of course made her back prickly, but it was a fascinating insight into a divergence of opinions in one of the Five Families.

The silence after Sweys comments lingered, though Swey seemed content. If anything, Jericha, Tyrion, and two of his bodyguards seemed most put-off by the lack of support. An over-loud voice echoed around the room.

I! I uh, I always wanted to go to southern Izril! I never went before because of the Bloodfields. Maybe Ill go now theres a road? And a portal door?

Charlay looked about. Sammial started; he was still staring at the horse-lady, one of the few hed met.

Portal doors. Now theres a handy thing. I wish we had one. Hey, Tyrion. Think House Veltras can bid on it? Imagine if we had one at your place. I could be eating fine over here one day, then head off to Sweys, or hit the coastall in the same day.

My, that would be something.

Setth looked up briefly. He was less chatty than his two cousins, although hed been more talkative in a more social setting when Ryoka had first met him. However, he did pull out a sauce to sprinkle over the second bowl being passed around. Buscrei instantly slapped it out of his hand.

Dont you dare touch my oysters with that crap, Setth.

Buscrei, its just sauce.

Its mashed roots and crap. Not a bit of meat! Too sweet, tooI wont have it! Not on good oysters.

The vegetarian sauce was placed on the table, and Ryoka tried some. It was actually quite nice! It definitely lacked for the body of meat like many dishes and sauces shed had, but it would have gone down a storm in any vegetarian restaurant on Earth. There was a tang to it, a taste beyond mere salt, sweet, bitter, or even umami that Ryoka had come to associate with magic.

I like it!

Sammial announced, slapping some onto his plate. Buscrei grumbled.

Damn [Druids]. Dont let them turn you into one of those non-meat idiots.

You should meet this [Druid] in Invrisil

Alevica, Charlay, and Ryoka all chorused in unison. They glanced at each other, and the [Witch] snorted and tugged at her hat, embarrassed, as Ryoka grinned and Charlay laughed.

Nalthaliarstrelous. Ive heard of him. Something of a radical in the [Druid] community.

Lord Setth actually pronounced his name correctly. Ryokas eyebrows shot up. Buscrei rolled her eyes.

Dont lets start on Invrisil or well get into politics. Like the south

Lady Reinhart and the Drakes? Such a concern.

Desinee pursed her lips, feeling she had the first real lock on this conversation. Keireen nodded, frowning.

I hope shes well. I heard of assassination attempts?

You tell me when theres not one, with the Reinharts.

There were chuckles, some murmurs, but the topic was dropped fast. Tyrion turned to Swey after whispering with Jericha.

We did, in fact, make an offer on the door in Liscor, Swey. Twice. It is not for sale, although we would bid heavily. I fear House Veltras would be up against worldwide competition, however.

What? Oh. Right. Just a thought. I dont see anyone actually selling it.

Swey replied absently. Tyrion stopped again, having clearly taken the off-hand comment as actual questions about House Veltras material concerns.

He was so much like a stone compared to his free-flowing, relaxed cousinsthat Ryoka instinctively flashed back to some of her family gatherings where shed been the odd one out. She cleared her throat. She nearly said she knew the owner of the portal door, but since that opened up a bag of depressing rocks

Well, not anymore. What was she doing, eating oysters and chatting when so many things needed to be done? For a second, Ryoka wavered. But she was recovering, and they had saved her life. So she turned to Sir Leireit. The [Sorcerer] was sipping from a mana potion and wineglass alternately, watching the conversation with urbane amusement.

Is this typical of First Landing, Sir Leireit? I met some of the other Five Families, but I thought Lord Tyrions House was morerelaxedthan others.

The [Sorcerer] chuckled as all eyes swung to him.

Hardly, Miss RyokaCourier Griffin? I apologize, I feel familiar already.

Ryoka. Dont worry, anyone who stabs me in the stomach with a stave is already quite intimate.

He nodded in appreciation. Betta instantly sprayed her drink out of her nose and mouth at the same time as her father. Leireit stared at them in confusion, caught the joke, and began laughing.

Tyrion didnt get it, but his family did. Jericha looked appalledand stomped hard on her own toe to stop laughing.

Thats wonderful! Youd get tossed out of a gathering in First Landing. Ive never been closer than a dinner table in formality, there. Well, theres something for the way they do it; fine dining is a treat.

Burscrei agreed.

Oh, Ive been to First Landing enough. Cant zip around like the others, but they have lots of sights. Invrisil too.

Ryoka nodded, grinning as Sammial demanded to know what was so funny from Lord Pellmia. Hethon had worked it out and had turned bright red. However, she looked at Tyrion then.

Even Couriers cant travel across Izril that fast. Most of the City Runners I knew had never been to First Landing. It was sort of a milestoneif you could make it there all the way from Celumthats a city just north of Liscoryoud probably hit Level 30 soon. Same for the coasts; its too far even by horseback. Have you been to Port Isle?

She carefully named one of the most remote ports on the eastern coast, so named because it was an isle; no shipping lanes except those heading to the east hit it. There wasnt any continent to the east, so it really was isolated. Tyrion glanced up and seemed to unstatueify.

I have. All the major cities.

Theres movement Skills for you. He can ride out, visit First Landing, and be back within a week. The rest of us take a month.

Buscrei slapped Tyrion on the shoulder with some pride. He turned to ice once morebut Charlay and Alevica were reminded they were in the same room with the fastest [Lord] in all of Izril. And Ryoka wasnt done.

Ive never visited myself. I wasnt nearly as fast as a City Runnerand its not a profitable run, mostly. Unless they get a shipment from the islands, in which case its Couriers inbound.

Islands? Shipments? Im sorry, Im not familiar with thisPort Isle. I know the name.

Desinee looked like she was a fish out of water, even more than Tyrion. Charlay nudged her, still as chummy as could be.

Port Isle. Its not a trade-cityexcept that there are islands out to the east. Lots of interesting stuff. Like Fabledust. Ever heard of it?

Isnt that a rare alchemical ingredient? So thats where it comes from?

Yep. Also, a few dungeons out there somehow. So every now and then, a huge shipment comes in and everyone wants it. Im surprised TyrionererLord Veltras, I mean, has been there. Its not common. And its weird. Or so Ive heard.

Weird? How?

Every head swung around. Ryoka shrugged.

Ive only heard what Runners have. Fabledust is a strange compound and it gets in the air. Apparently its mined or something from a few islands. Theres so much of it from the ships it coats the city. Itdoes things to the people and area?

Sir Leireit was nodding.

Translocational magic. Dimensional stuff. Im no [Mage]nor have I been. The only person who could tell us is

Every head turned to Tyrion. He started, uncrossed his arms, and looked around.

It is a rather vivid city. One can get lost, there. Placesvanish now and then and need to be refound.

He lapsed into silence. Buscrei slapped the table after a second.

Well, dont just end it there, Tyrion! Tell us more! What does it look like? What does it smell like? Details!

He hesitated.

It is a rather vivid shade of purple at times, until the light strikes itor moonlightor it rains.

And then?

It was like trying to pry answers out of one of the oysters. Tyrion scratched at his head, then he opened up, to his surprise and everyone elses.

Let me see. It was years ago when I visited last. They had a rhyme I believe the children sang. Purple by day, and pink by night. Green come moonlight, brown when rain strikes. But they had other verses. There was a nuance to the colors. If it is merely purple, you see, it didnt matter. But ashade of purple was worrisome.

How?

The others blinked, interested. Tyrion frowned.

I dont know what it was. It was raining one day, and they told me it was wenge outside and to stay indoors.

What in the name of otters is wenge?

Thats a shade of brown, I think. See here, if it looks off, youre in trouble? Imagine being afraid of colors.

Swey chowed down on the roasted oysters. Everyone else realized they were done and began eating. They pestered Tyrion with questions, and he reluctantly, then with some enthusiasm, began to speak.

I never saw a shipment coming in; I was simply travelling that way. However, I did see a building appear, once. Inhabited. The people inside were thought to be monsters at first; they clashed with the Watch, firing arrows from inside. They were a sight; they claimed they had been somewhere else for nearly twenty years. Their garments were strange. I expected them to be ragged, but

It was a fascinating tale, marred only by the teller. Yet he warmed to his task, and his two sons were as agog as the others. Even more so, perhaps. Tyrion had never told them this story?

He did so now, and was part of the conversation rather than in the middle of it. He still didnt talk like his cousins, but he did talk. Ryoka listened, asking questions, in the thick of it.

She never saw how some of the others glanced at her and saw what shed done, like Keireen, Setth.

Or Jericha. Keireen leaned against Pellmia and whispered.

They are good for each other.

The [Matchmaker] smiled. And here he hadnt even used a Skill.

-

In some ways, Ryoka fit in with House Veltras. Oh, the sociability was new, but there were times when House Veltras was socialand times when they were not. Like Buscrei. She was all laughter and talk with the others. Then shed just walk off, and go hunting for days on end, or relax by herself, socialization done.

There was something there that spoke to everything Ryoka was. In the same way, she talked with them, then they turned to figuring out their new problem of attacks. Pellmia frowned as he thought.

Since youre safe inside, I suppose we now have to figure out where those damned spells are coming from. Ill contact some friends who know magic. Maybe its a trick. It seems like spells, but if its actually an arrow or some Skill

Ryoka sat in her rooms, feeling alive. She stretched, actually did a workout indoors, grateful for the ability to walk and move without bleeding sweat. Yes, she decided, it was time.

Ive had it up to here with whoever that is. I needto figure this out.

So she sat on the ground, and thought. Mystery assailant. She had to identify who her foe was, defend herself, and resolve the situation or shed never help Erin and Mrsha.

The thing wasRyoka thought she had the first one down pat. Well, it wasnt hard deducing who was calling her thief. The exact who was a problem, but where?

Fuck. Im in trouble.

Ryoka said it loudly just as Sammial, Hethon, Jericha, and Tyrion stopped by her door. Sammial instantly turned to Jericha.

She says it! Why cant I?

Ryoka turned in her seat. She blushed as Jericha groaned and Lord Tyrion paused.

Uh

Miss Griffin. Lord Veltras asked to speak with you. Lords Hethon, Sammial

Stop making me go away! I want to talk to Ryoka!

Sammial instantly began to pitch a fit. Tyrion turned to him, frowning, and Ryoka interrupted.

I dont mind. UnlessI havent thanked you, Lord Tyrion.

There were a lot of reasons why they wanted to talk, and Ryoka felt the weight of her debt growing heavier. Yet Tyrion Veltras just stood there, awkwardly, until she offered him a seat by her bed.

I wished to inquire about your situation, Miss Griffin. With respect to your privacy, I had not asked. Given the situation

The Veltras watched Ryoka squirm with some resignation by this point. The Wind Runners secrecy about almost all aspects of her life was as frustrating as it was intriguing.

However, Ryoka Griffin herself knew that it couldnt last. She nodded slowly, avoiding Tyrion and Jerichas eyes. She looked down at Sammialhe was giving her a hawk-glare, refusing to blink.

Ryoka sighed.

I should have told you. Im sorryits just that I didnt want to involve you and here we are. Imin a bit of trouble. Someones after me. I dont actually know who, but I know why. I uh

This was hard. Ryoka forced past it. She still squirmed, a bit.

It started with the party at Riverfarm.

It seems many things began there.

Jericha murmured. Lord Tyrion glanced at her, surprised by the interjection, and she blushed. Ryoka thought that was funny; Jericha was as close to a mother as the two boys got. But not quite. She glanced at Jericha and nodded, deliberately.

Right. A lot happened there I cant talk about. ReallyI promised. But one of the things waswell, a lot happened. I went places.

You are so vague. Stop being vague.

Sammial stared at Ryoka. She turned even redder as Tyrion snapped.

Sammial Veltras. Control your tongue.

I stole something. Well, I tried to steal something.

Ryoka blurted it out at last. The other four turned to her. Alevica and Charlay, listening outside the window, gasped.

Everyone inside stopped. They peered at the window, and saw a head rise, duck down, and Alevicas whisper.

You idiotic

They ran for it, Charlay galloping off. Ryoka rubbed at her face. Tyrion regarded her.

You stole something?

I tried to. My friendits very complicated. I was trying to steal something that wouldyou know my friend, Erin Solstice? There was something we were trying to get.

Because shes a block of ice?

Jericha and Tyrion went to round on Sammial, but Hethon had let that one slip. He slapped a hand over his mouth. Ryoka would have ached at that a day ago. Today?

Well, it still hurt, but there was hope, so she almost smiled.

Yes. Something that could definitely bring her back. I was sure of it. I madea big mistake. I didnt steal it.

You did not?

Tyrion was surprised. He half-glanced at her side. Ryoka shook her head. She lifted the hilt of the Faeblade.

This is a gift. What I stolewas trying to stealI never got. But I must have been sighted andsorry. Im a criminal. So I suppose this isnt an unprovoked attack so much ascatching a thief.

She waited for something. Condemnation, anger, what, she didnt know. Tyrion was still a long moment. Jericha was frowning, trying to guess who Ryoka had stolen from. Sammial was trying to put something together. Ryoka? Naked? Nowhat had he seen? Something that told him where

Ryoka wondered if she should tell them. Before she could, Tyrion spoke.

As Lord of House Veltras, Ryoka Griffinmy stance on thievery has always been clear. It is a crime, and cannot be countenanced under any circumstance. I have told Hethon and Sammial that; if a [Lord] or ruler of a land looks aside, the rule of law topples.

Ryoka swallowed. Hethon and Sammial looked at their father in shock. Jericha closed her eyes. Oh no. The one man who would probably prosecute a dog for stealing a boneTyrion Veltras rose to his feet and looked out the window. Charlay and Alevica, staring from behind a tree, ran away again.

I cannot countenance it.

Ryoka nodded miserably. It was still a crime. She began to wallow in the filth of self-flagellationright up until Tyrion spoke his next words.

That is my belief. However. When Hethon and Sammial were sick, I thought, if I could steal the cure to their poisonI would have. No matter what the cost or consequence. I would have stolen it. It would have been a crime. Yet I would have done it.

He glanced over his shoulder. Jerichas open jaw snapped shut. She had never expected Tyrion to say something like that. Ryoka just blinked.

I can understand the desire. If you are being pursued, perhaps the offended party can be reimbursed. That you did not steal anything lessens your guilt. As for these attacks? It comes on the land of noble families of Izril. Whoever this is has gone too far. We shall reach an amicable solution if possible, but House Veltras will still support the Wind Runner.

Sammial and Hethon looked at each other. They pinched each other to make sure they werent dreaming. Ryoka stared at Tyrion.

Uh. Thank you.

That wasunexpected. Yet what had she thought? Even Tyrion raised an eyebrow.

Miss Ryoka, I am grateful you chose to confide in us. However, I must ask. Did you believe we would think worse of you for your actions? For being a thief? You are the Courier who saved my sons lives.

She flushed slightly and ducked her head. Ryoka Griffin mumbled.

Ryoka hiccuped, loudly. She put a hand over her mouth. Alevica snorted and spilled wine onto the couch. Keireen frowned at that, but Ryoka began to hiccup again.

Hic. Hic.

Oh, hicit. I justhichexedhicI?

Yep. You asked for a weak one. Good thing too. That bandana did nothing.

Alevica chortled as Ryoka hiccuped. The Wind Runner sighed.

Athicleast its not that bad. Ihicthought youd do far worse, Alevica.

The [Witch] smirked at Ryoka. She waved a wand and the hiccups stopped.

You think so? If I left that on for eighteen days, youd change your tune.

Nasty.

Leireit shook his head. Ryoka shuddered at the thought. Alevica was as evil as they said. Sighing, Ryoka took off the headbands. She stared at them, then put them on her feet.

Okay, maybe its the wrong place. Try again. And this time dont

She gulped as Alevica performed the spell again. Hethon and Jericha winced. Everyone else saw Ryoka stop mid-sentence. And then she turned pale. She scrabbled at her throat and tried to stop

Too late. Ryoka opened her mouth and belched out a frog, which landed wetly on the ground before it began to dissipate. She gagged and Alevica took another long drink.

Ooh, another failure. Want to try again? Ive got lots of hexes. Genital warts? I can do those too, permanent as well.

-

Ryoka did not end up with permanent warts. However, six unpleasant hexes later, she learned that her footwrapsdid not protect her from hexes.

Good to know. She sat with them on the ground. Namas great gift might actually have beenfootwraps

Ryoka rubbed at her forehead. She knew it was stupid to expect every little thing to have an ulterior feature like perfect magical protection, but it would have been nice. She stared at the footwraps for a long time.

I know theyre powerful. Even Jericha saw it. Right, Jericha?

There was a slight sound. Ryokas head rose. She turned.

I know youre there, Jericha. And you, Hethon.

Shed spotted them following her around. Even so, Ryoka had to do a double-take as Hethon, Sammial, Jericha, and Tyrion all appeared. Pellmia and Keireen had joined Alevica and Leireit in having a drink of their wine.

Ah. Miss Ryoka. I was passing by.

Tyrion Veltras turned into even more of a statue as everyone turned to look at him. Ryoka looked at him, eyes wide, then recalled the [Lord] was still actively trying to court her. She glanced at the window, but decided against bailing out of it.

I just wanted to know what you were doing. Are those magical footwraps?

Hethon answered after a look at his father. Ryoka shrugged, tiredly.

They should be. I justI dont know.

Theyre strange.

Hethon muttered. He stared at the footwraps. Jericha agreed, absently.

They are powerful magically, Miss Griffin. The most powerful magical item on you. Not conventionally, but significant.

What does that mean, Jericha?

Tyrion was intrigued. So was Ryoka. The [Mage] fiddled with her spectacles.

Potency, not mana. I would describe it asthe keenness of a blades edge, not how large it is. Some objects and people are noticeable for the quantity of mana in them. It is a standard way of measuring power. This? It is powerful, but some [Mages] might not recognize it as such.

Interesting. That makes sensetheyre uh, a gift. From my travels. Someone powerful gave it to me. A friend named Nama.

Part of the reason Ryoka might be so leery of giving away information was how people like Jericha treated it. The woman instantly went to note that down, and stopped as Tyrion glanced at her reprovingly.

Do they possess any unique powers?

I dont think you can break them. But they clearly dont stop me from being hexed. At least, generally. Maybe I could block a spell with them?

I could cast a minor one if you would risk it.

Jericha offered. Ryoka shrugged.

Go ahead.

The woman promptly cast a teensy jet of flame at the wrappings. They failed to scorch the fabric. When Ryoka held it out for her, Jericha shot a bolt of lightning which dissipated onto the bindings. Tyrion offered his enchanted belt knife.

I would dislike damaging the wrappings. Perhaps, though?

He carefully sawed at an edge, then, when it failed to leave a mark, cut with more force. Nothing. Ryoka smiled. That was reassuring, at least.

Ive tested them against far worse. Believe me, if theyre on my feet, I can barely feel a lot of fire. Butwell. Thats a problem.

She gestured. If she wrapped her feet in them, her feet were immune to a lot of things. Shed run through the Wild Hunts winter, and a field of flames without feeling a thing.

Yet Jericha, with a low-level [Flame Jet] spell, could blow flames around the thin linen wrap and burn anything not covered by them.

Congratulations, Miss Griffin. You may have the most narrow shield in the entire world. You could protectone forearm with it.

Jericha drily concluded. It had resisted Tyrions dagger, which was a fairly good one, and even a Tier 3 spell, but it was just two linen wraps, after all.

Invincible feet. Thats silly.

Sammial agreed. Ryoka glowered at him.

You try stepping on a nail, Sammy. Ill take invincible footwraps, thanks. I wonder how good they are. Maybe I should try my weapon on itbut I dont want to damage them.

The Windsword? Ill hold the magic footwraps!

Sammial was eager. Ryoka glanced at him.

What? The Faebno, it doesnt have a real name. Who calls it that?

Sammial stared at Ryoka, incredulously.

Everyone. Everyone knows the Wind Runner owns the Windsword.

How do they know that?

Lord Deilan El called it that. Its a Kaalblade. Thats what the news said.

No, itwhat? He said that, but everyone thinks? Well, its fine, butokay.

Ryoka fished it out, but Hethon kept peering at the other strip that was lying on the floor.

Sure enough, Ryokas Faeblade/Windsword failed to cut the linen, much to her relief, but neither did it shatter like it did when striking magical armor. It just failed to cut, rather like it was dull and the linen werelinen.

That is strange. I wonder. It would be problematic if it did cut, but

Tyrion Veltras slowly unsheathed his sword. Jericha turned, her eyes going huge in her head.

The blade of House Veltras? The sword looked like plain steel as it left the equally simple scabbard. Until it cut the light. Hethon had seen it many times, though never been allowed to touch it.

The Sword of Veltras could cut the rays of light in half where blade met air. There was a line like the way dawn broke on the horizon across the perfect edge, and the air behind the edge looked a tiny bit darker than the rest of the world.

And that was only when it was not being swung. When it struck a foe and used its magic, then, and only then could you see the tracing on the blade. The words proclaiming the heirlooms history, the sigilsTyrion had once told Hethon it was because a good blade did not have to scream it was fanciful or powerful.

Lord Veltrasare you certain?

Only if Miss Griffin would risk her bindings.

Ryoka licked her lips. One of the most powerful weapons in all of Izril, a relic of a weapon, caught the air, a slight bit of metal unsheathed from the scabbard. After a second, she gingerly, gingerly, let the fabric dangle.

Lord Tyrion Veltras accepted the fabric. He performed a simple test. As a boy, he had once seen his father slice a block of wood by laying the blade down and dropping the block of firewood on top of the edge. So he gingerly laid the very end of the fabric on the end of the blade; it could slice wood like paper, and paper like

The linen lay on the end of the Sword of Veltras likecloth. Jericha choked on her own spit.

Impossible!

Tyrion started. Then he slowly, without asking, tossed the linen up. He unsheathed his sword in one movement, and slashed at it. Ryoka yelped, but the cut was high and away from everyone else.

The linen floatedthen caught on the sword, it was flung to the ground in a little tangle of fabric. Everyone else stared at the slightly dirty, white cloth.

It was not cut. Tyrion and Jericha turned to Ryoka. The Wind Runner blinked, then turned to Sammial.

So? Think theyre not cool now?

Sammys mouth was so wide open he could have swallowed both footwraps. The Wind Runner laughed at him.

She laughed. Her teeth flashed and her face lit up. Ryoka Griffins darker skin and black hair stood out among the other Humans. Even Charlay. When she laughed, though, she was like everyone else.

Her green eyes lit up. She stood, barefoot, as tall as the long-legged Veltras family, and laughed. Sammial began grinning himself, with awe at the footwraps. Jericha and Tyrion were surprised, but they smiled too.

This feltgood. Hethon looked up for a second.

It had been too long, so long that moments like this felt almost unfamiliar. But Tyrion himself chuckled, looking at the footwraps ruefully and at his own sword. Too long, but oh, how the two boys longed for this.

A better moment than silent dinners, without Tyrion many nights. Laughter, from both adults and children. Ryoka Griffin caught her breath after a moment.

Invincible footwraps!

That set off another round of laughter. Jericha began giggling, and it was so extraordinary that she blushed, but everyone laughed harder.

A sword that cuts everything but magic and footwraps stronger than armor. If you could use that sword

Or if I were a [Martial Artist], or [Kickboxer]what a waste!

Ryokas greatest weapons were weird as she was. She calmed down after a moment, and nodded ruefully.

At least I know theyre tough.

Then Hethon spoke up.

Theyre so strange.

He was kneeling, staring down at the footwraps on all fours. Peering at it. Well, that was obvious. Yet something about the way the young man said itRyoka stopped chuckling.

They are odd. But good.

Hethon nodded distractedly.

No. I mean

His face drew closer to the wraps, which did smell a bit of feet and dirt. They werent clean; they were smudged and used. Jericha bent down.

Lord Hethon, they arent clean. I could have them washed

He didnt reply. He bent lower, frowning.

So weird. Father. Father, do you see it? Look.

Tyrion Veltras raised his brows. He squatted down and Sammial crowded around.

I dont get it. They smell of feet.

The boy complained after a moment, but his father wasnt so quick to dismiss them. He frowned.

Iare you seeing something, Hethon?

Yes. Right there.

Hethon pointed. Lord Tyrion leaned forwards until his nose was practically touching the footwraps and began squinting. Ryoka stopped. Jericha?

Jericha was concerned.

My lordLord Hethon

They were so close their breath was moving the cloth. Far too close to a piece of footwear for her comfort.

She wanted to say, please stop staring at a bunch of dirty linen recently covering Ryokas feet. Or, if she was more honest, please let this not be an undiscovered fetish. Then againit would explain far too much.

That wasnt what Hethon and Tyrion were staring at. Rather, it was Hethon.

Hiseyes. Tyrion glanced at his son, and then strained his own gaze to see.

Some of House Veltras had eyes like hawks. Buscrei had peerless vision that could magnify itself. Hethon? Hethon had, on his first tilting attempt, hit a moving target at extreme speed.

He had also seensomethingwhen even the other [Mages] hadnt during the magical war in the air. Jericha gazed at the son of House Veltras and her lips moved at the same time as Tyrion.

His eyes.

It struck the two at the same time. But then Tyrion saw what his son had noticed, that no one, not even Ryoka, had.

The curious qualities of her footwraps. No, not the dirt. Not the fact theyd been on Ryokas feet. Ratherhere was something interesting.

The footwraps were dirty. But the dirt wasnt in the cloth. It rode on top of the fabric. The dirt rode on it, but at no point had it ever dug into the thread itself, melding itself with the fabric. That wasnt uncommon for enchanted clothing, of course, but the stitching was odd too.

Normal fabric had a rather typical weave. Of course, the individual stitching grew quite fine, but there was a logic to how you put together everything from pants to handkerchiefs. The fine skill of sewing had been developed into an art, in fact, a mathematical equation that even non-experts heard now and then.

There were unique derivations, of course. Clever ways to adjust fabric. But this?

Hethon had never seen this kind of stitchwork. At first, it seemed justinterestingly odd. The individual lines of thread, what seemed like just plain, exceptionally high-quality cotton threads without loose fibres were coming togetherdiagonally. They had a vertical loop through the center, but then the thread disappeared through the other side.

It perplexed Hethon.

Who would bother with this kind of style? Was there a point? It seemed needlessly complex.

Here was where it got odd, though. The linen was tangled up, so you could follow the thread about as it was looped into the seamless cloth. All right and proper, right?

WellHethon was having trouble. Sometimes, for fun, hed watch how a thread continued through cloth. He couldnt do it, here.

He kept trying to follow the thread as it looped through the fabric and keptlosing it. It went through the diagonal criss-cross, through the fabricout the backbut where was it?

Hethon could see where another part of thread began. Yet the sewn footwrap weave had no beginning or end. Even at the edges.

I cant figure out where it begins. See? It vanishes here and should come through here, but

Hethon was pointing to his father. Ryoka and Jericha traded glances.

I cant see! Jericha, do something!

Sammial protested. The woman raised a hand.

[Magnify Image].

Ow!

Tyrion and Hethon both clapped their hands to their eyes as the view enhanced. Jericha raised her own hands.

My [Lords], I am so sorrywhat is that?

She saw what they had been staring at before. Ryoka bent down, and saw the magnified stitching. All of them gazed at the fabric, at first confused, then nonplussed, then fascinated. Sammial was the only one who didnt get it.

Whats so special about that?

What was special wasRyokas skin tingled. She knew what this was.

There was no way to complete the loop. It wasan optical illusion, but made into reality. Like the image of a staircase that completed itself such that you could walk up it forever. Something that only worked as a trick because there was no way to actually create it in the real world.

Penrose stairs. An impossible object.

Ryoka muttered. Tyrion was tracing one line over and over

This is impossible. It must be dimensional magic.

It is not, Lord Veltras. I am sure I would sense that. And even if I couldntthat would mean each time it loops, tens of thousands of times in this fabric, there is a little pocket dimension thatthisthis is truly impossible.

Jericha was unnerved. She looked upand saw Ryokas eyes dancing. Hethon glanced up at the Wind Runners smile.

Ryoka was smiling with delight.

Perspective.

That was all she said. It made sense. Oh, how clever.

No wonder shed believed they were special. No wonder Nama had told her they wouldnt wear out. How could you break something with no beginning or end?

Fae tricks. Yet, it was such a simple trick. An impossible one for anyone on Earth to ever actually create, but in the logic of the fae? This was probably as simple as they came. Yet in their simplicity, they created a fabric that not even advanced alien tech or actual magic could tear.

It was amazing, unreal, and simple and clever! Ryoka wondered if this was how the fae fought.

It was beautiful and simple.

Thank you, Nama.

Ryoka gathered up the precious little footwraps her friendly protector had given her. She glanced at the Faeblade, hanging at her side. Weapons of a strange kind, for a strange Runner.

The wind blew, and for a second the orchard whispered. Hethon saw the tops of countless trees dance in delight, in response to Ryokas smile. He looked up and fell a bit in love with that.

Tyrion looked at Ryoka too. She stood there, at peace.

Those are the gifts you received from the visitors? Truly unsurpassed gifts.

He remarked, softly. Ryoka Griffin patted her side.

I have one more. Not a weapon. Just a gift. Something valuable.

She stood there for a second. The others noddedbut then Ryoka realized her mistake. She dug, exceedingly carefully, in her belt pouch, and came up with a folded scrap of paper.

Im sorry. Here. If you want to see it, take a look. It might be more valuable than the Windsword and the footwraps, though.

The Veltras crowded around. They had to see this. Hethon stared as Tyrion slowly unfolded the paper. He saw a scribble of ink and was disappointed. Then he looked up, as Jericha reached for him.

Lord Hethon? What

Hethon blinked. Then he realized he was on the ground. He stared at his knee, and the other one placed just so. He waskneeling? He glanced at Sammial, who caught himself. Then Tyrion, who had not knelt, but stopped himself. What

Hethon looked at the words again. There were just two, and they made no sense. Well, proper names didnt. He wondered why they mattered, for surely they did.

Arthur Pendragon.

A slightly clumsy scrawl, unpracticed, even a bit badly done, as if someone had yet to fully master his letters. Hethon could have done better himself. The ink was plain, the paperpaper. Yet when Ryoka Griffin took it back, she looked at it, and her eyes sharpened. She took a deep breath, as Tyrion Veltras looked at the Wind Runner.

What is that, Ryoka?

She nodded at the signature and stared at it again. Ryoka Griffin closed her eyes and murmured as she thought of the boy waiting, beholding his destiny, yet stilldrawing the sword.

Courage.

-

That night, Charlay raced back into House Quellaes mansion and hid in the stables.

I didnt take offense. Please come out, Runner Charlay.

Desinee convinced her to stop trying to pretend to be a horse. Charlay peeked over the lip of the stable.

I am so sorry, your ladyship!

They came into the mansion, slightly unsteady, a bit drunk on cheap ale and good times. Buscrei and Swey were both falling over tables, and Setth was keeping them upright.

It was a convivial, good night. In other times, Keireen and Pellmia would have had to help the group to bed.

As it happened, there was no need. The drinking party came to a stop as they heard and saw something interesting.

Ryoka Griffin was sitting in the living room. She sat by the fire, so her shadow was long across the cobblestone chimney, made of magical stones with flecks of crystal or other glowing light across them.

It glowed faintly, and the wood and carpet flooring contained two little boys sitting there, right up by her feet. The grand chairs were also filled by none other than Lord Pellmia, Keireen, Betta, and Tyrion Veltras himself.

The others halted. Not for that alone, but because they realizedthere were more than just the nobility.

Alevica watched from the shadows. Sir Leireit was seated, but there were servants, even the off-duty guards and children all gathered about. Listening quietly, standing from the hallways, but they were allowed to be here.

Ryoka had asked for it. Jericha hovered with them rather than go forwards, noting Gilam also standing with reserve, albeit alone. Yet they were all listening.

Whats all this in aid of?

Swey whispered as the others slowed. He got a response as Ryoka spoke.

The Wind Runner is telling a story.

Their heads turned back to Ryoka. Of all the thingsstorytelling from Ryoka Griffin? It didnt fit her.

But then, they had never seen her with the fae, and the Stone Spears tribe. She had done this once before. And this?

Ryoka held something in her hands. Three signatures. Of course, she had more than three; you asked for copies. But these were the three, and one was the very same one shed gotten first.

From the brave boy. He who would be King of Avalon.

King of Chivalry. King of Knights. King of Camelot.

Arthur Pendragon.

The great [Wizard], Merlin, had foreseen his own demise. You see, some people say that he moved through timebackwards.

Backwards? How?

Sammials voice piped up. He was shushed, but Ryoka tried to explain.

You see, he could see through time. So it didnt matter when he was; he knew Arthur to be the [King] because it was all the same. In the same way, Merlin knew his fate at the hands of Morgan le Fay, the [Enchantress].

But if he knew what was going to happen, why didnt he do something?

Sammial

Tyrions voice was quiet. Ryoka smiled.

Well, sometimes you let things happen. I dont know why. Maybe he couldnt change it. Maybe he thought it was for the best. Maybe

She looked past them all. The audience shivered as Ryokas eyes changed.

She was not the best [Storyteller] to grace Lord Pellmias mansion. They had known [Bards], great amateurs and experts alike. Naturally talented men and women. Those with Skills.

Barelle the Bard himself had come here, once. Yet Ryoka Griffin had something that even he lacked. Or rather, something only Barelle could even match.

She was not perfect. She made mistakes and people interrupted. She didnt remember the story perfectly, and hadnt practiced it.

Neverthelessshe looked past them all at three solemn faces. A sword in the stone. When Ryoka told the story, you believed it.

The greatest storytellers had lived the very moments they recreated. So Ryoka told them about the bravest boy she had ever known. The man who had made many mistakes, yet the origin of so many tales. The timeless, tragic, glorious legend.

King Arthur of Camelot.

It was the tale that echoed in Terandria now, whether they knew it or not. The heart of every [King] and brave [Knight]. Ryoka Griffin had met him.

Some day he would return. It was one of Earths greatest stories, in its many forms. Perhaps because you could keep telling it.

Hethon and Sammial scooted forwards to the warm fire, their stomachs filled by snacks brought out, hot milk. They sat on the carpet as they listened to Ryokas low voice, echoing around the room.

She could be proud of that. Ryoka spoke until her voice was hoarse. She sipped from potions, accepted wine, and told the story.

Whatever else might be done after thisshe had told them of Arthur. Not just of his heroism, but the way she saw it. The boy who accepted the crown for the good of his people. She was satisfied; there were not many tears, but it moved them. Tyrion Veltras himself listened, his face going distant as she spoke of Arthurs sacrifice, his loss.

So ended the first day Ryoka Griffin truly spent in House Quellaes manor, as a true guest, not an invalid, flighty runner or target of [Matchmakers]. She lay down in the soft bedding and fell asleep, content. Even smiling.

It was, as Pellmia would later say over breakfast the next day, one of the best guest experiences hed ever had. And he was the host.

Ryoka was just a bit proud of that. She saw her friends, and the busybodies interested in amusing matchmaking looking at her differently the next day. As if Ryoka had made it harder to shove her into a closet with Tyrion.

Well, as if she were a person, not an interesting diversion. Ryoka Griffin stood taller. She smiled. She exchanged farewells with Alevica, who went off with a lot of looted food, and Charlay, who had a job from Lady Desinee, much to her delight.

I dont know where she comes from, but she is a fascinating girl.

Keireen remarked to Pellmia in private as Ryoka took sword-lessons from Tyrion, let Sammial jump from the mansion with a worried Jericha watching, and walked about the orchard. They came back with a basket full of cherries, and Pellmia smiled.

Yes. Quite. Every time I think I wont be surprisedwell now. There is the Courier, the Wind Runner of Reizmelt.

Keireen peered at Ryoka, and laughed and nodded. Ryoka was beginning to fit her title.

They got a second, almost full day out of it. A day where the world was not right in many places, but Ryoka Griffin just relaxed, content to take the moment for once. By nightfall, she was joking over dinner with the others, and writing replies to Lyonette, who had confirmed Fetoheps words.

Ryoka was waiting for Magnolias response, and anticipating Valeterisas arrival tomorrow with some dread. She turned in, composing ways to tell Magnolia without telling her if she wanted clarification orfigure out what to do. Night fell over House Quellae.

Then Ailendamus attacked.

As Ryoka had known they would.

-

To arms! To arms! Lizardfolk!

The roar was one sound over the din of explosions, horses screaming, people screaming, and the ringing of metal on metal. Lord Setth pointed at the figures.

Lizardfolk? Are you mad, man? Theyre Centaurs!

Buscrei screamed back. She loosed an arrow and saw a Centaur fall. Setth grimly placed himself at one of the doors. He realized what it was at the same time as his cousin and they chorused.

Illusion spells!

It didnt matter who, in truth. They came out of the orchards, nearly four hundred of them. Quellae had raised the alarm scant minutes before the forces arrived.

They were definitely mounted. Even under whatever Skill or spell it was, Buscrei didnt think the now-Dullahans could move that fast. She saw them as huge, striding shapes, but when she loosed an arrow, she saw the shapes change to a prone Garuda and a running cow.

Mounted warriors. They still fell. Butshe ducked as an arrow thunked into the wood by the windowsill.

They were good. They stormed around the mansion, seeking to break in. They might have, for all House Quellae was not undefended. Keireens protective Skill couldnt keep them back for more than a minute and there were some who were clearly high-level.

They might have, but for House Veltras.

The first armored figure burst through one of the windows. He or she whirled, saw a screaming [Housemaid]and lowered the blade.

Where is the Courier?

The figure demanded. The [Housemaid] fled, shrieking, and they cursed. They whirled, sword going up

Lord Swey grabbed the arm, as the two plowed into a wall. The armored figure cursed and sought to bring the sword down.

Do not force me to kill you, siswine!

The insult didnt move Swey one way or another. The warrior yanked their arm backor tried to. They could not.

The [Mountain Lord]s grip was like a band of steel. Andthe warrior stared at their gauntleted arm. They felt the enchanted metal begin to crunch as Sweys hand closed. The same hands that climbed the cliffs around his home

More figures were galloping around the sides of the mansion, seeking to break through at another angle. They saw a squad of fourteen figures braced.

Spears. Watch out

Their leader was cautioning the others as they turned. Then they heard a shout.

[Porcupines Onslaught]! [Extended Reach

Dead gods!

One of the warriors shouted just before a wall of spears struck the warriors off their armored horses. They hit the ground, stunned. Just in time to see House Veltras bodyguards charging at them. Theyd hit them from nigh on forty feet away! The warriors rose to their feet, drew their blades.

House Veltras bodyguards were storming into areas; an entire squad joined Buscrei and began downing warrior after warrior. The attackers were dismayed.

After all, they were [Knights]. Yet they were running into some of Izrils finest.

Then the [Lord] appeared on horseback with Jericha by his side. He looked aroundand pointed.

There. Take out the commander.

He rode down on the leader in the field. The [Knight] had to stop himself from saluting, with regret. Their mission was secret.

They had come from far away, over sea, at fastest speed. Failure was not an optionyet they might fail to take the mansion by force. In fact, with each passing second, it seemed more and more grim. Still, the warriors fought on, cloaked by spell, dragging their fallen back.

They just had to buy time.

Is this Ailendamus? They must be mad! Even if they hide it

Pellmia was in the mansion, not sortieing with Tyrion. He longed to, but his wife and family were here. Keireen whirled.

Theyre hiding it. They must not know we know, and even if we dotheyre not trying to kill us. Not yet. Wheres Ryoka?

The [Lord of Orchards] realized who their target was and cursed his idiocy.

The guest rooms! To me!

His bodyguard and Pellmia charged there, but only found an empty room. Armored figures burst through the wall, and Pellmia raised his sword. Where was Ryoka?

The real attackers did not make noise. They slipped into the mansion while House Veltras and Quellae were distracted by the noisy [Knights].

Invisibility spells. Localized teleports. Shadow-jumps.

Half didnt make it. Veltras [Bodyguards] around Hethon and Sammials rooms killed a squad appearing there, but Ryoka was not there.

Lady Betta Quellae screamed as one of the figures appeared in front of her. The wand rose. Hesitated. She was a [Lady], and not

Betta! [Gorecut Step]!

A blade slashed through the figure. Blood sprayed everywhere. Betta flinched as hot liquid struck her face and dress. She lowered shaking hands. Howwho had?

Gilam?

Her brother lowered his sword. He panted, eyes alightthen froze as he realized she had heard his Skill. Then both turned, before they could unpack that moment.

Lord Sammial! Come back!

Bodyguards were bellowing. Sammial was shouting as he ran past them.

Theyre after Ryoka! Hurry! Shes

Figures swept towards Sammial and the bodyguards clashed with them in the corridors, calling Jericha and Tyrion back in. Sammial ran on, ignored by the combatants, as Gilam thrust Betta behind him and raised his blade, snarling. Yet everyones quarry wasnt here, as Sammial was shouting.

-

Ryoka Griffin was outside the mansion. Sammial had seen her jump out the window before the [Bodyguards] dragged him away with Hethon.

Now, he ran out of the stables, as fighters swerved around him. People were shouting his name, but he followed thesense he had. Where?

There.

Ryoka Griffin was standing at the edge of the cherry trees, where she had picked cherries this morning with him and Hethon and his father. Sammial slowed, clutching at his burning chest.

The Wind Runner had her magnificent blade in one hand. Her footwraps were over her off-hand, her right hand, like a martial artist would wrap their hand. A kind of basic buckler.

Four figures had come out of the trees. One was behind her, and the Wind Runner was adjusting her posture. None of them focused on Sammial.

call it off. Are you here to kill me?

She was speaking. Sammial saw her tense, and the wind was ominously still. But not dead. Charged. One of the figures shook a helmeted head.

We have orders not to kill any of the nobility or guards if possible. There shall be no slaughter.

Then are you going to kill me?

Silence. At last, one of the figures shook their head. She spoke, as she planted her sword.

Upon my honor, we have no such orders.

Ryoka Griffin stared at the armored [Knight]. Then her eyes swung sideways. The attackers were in retreat.

Fine. Then

Sammial saw the Faeblade turn off. Ryoka swung it down, attaching it to her belt, and raised her arms. He didnt know what was happening. What was she doing?

-

Ryoka put her arms up as the four mysterious assailants advanced. They kept changing in her perception, but she saw them for who they were.

Perhaps it was the land of the fae that helped her. Ryoka stared, and her eyes found reality among lies.

Two [Knights], two figures in masked clothing, dark black. [Assassins] or [Infiltrators]. One seized her arm.

Lord Captain Dutraic, we have the Courier. We are taking too many casualties. Please signal the retreat.

They barked into a speaking stone. Ryoka saw one of the others draw something from a belt and clasp it around her. Cuffs. She felt herself grow weak, but they didnt even bother with grabbing her sword. All the magical items she wore had gone dead.

Except for the wind. It blew around her, unconcerned, tensed. Good. Ryoka heard a response from the speaking stone.

They are already falling back. Prepare to ride ahead. Eight teleport scrolls are authorized per individual. Assign four to

Ryokas mind was whirling. She supposed she shouldnt be able to hear this either; if she didnt concentrate, she heard a bunch of gibberish. But then she did hear something, clear as day.

No. You will not waste time. Take the thief here at once.

A second voice broke in, without concealment or alteration. A familiar voice. Ryoka gritted her teeth. At least it hadnt told them to kill her.

The Lord Captains voice broke off. Then returned.

Your Grace, I beg you to reconsider. I have thirty two [Lesser Teleport] scrolls ready for action. My ship is prepared to set sail. We can return to port in no less than four days if we burn wind spells nonstop

Unacceptable. Do not argue back! Activate the scrollnow! I wish to lay eyes on this mewling thief without more time wasted!

The Lord Captain began to argue. The [Knights] and [Infiltrators] looked at each other. Ryoka Griffin just waited.

We have the scroll, Lord Captain. Shall we employ it?

The [Knight]s voice shook slightly as she went for a sealed case at her side. There was silence from the other end.

As Ailendamus wills it. Let it be done. Activate the scroll.

The Lord Captain sounded like he was in pain. Ryoka Griffin saw the female [Knight] motion to the others.

The charge can barely sustain four. I shall take her alone, for safety.

Are you sure, Dame Eclizza?

She is cuffed and surrendered. It may be the scroll will not burn itself out. Stand clear. Hold them back; they will sense it for the first five seconds.

The [Knight] turned. She took Ryoka Griffins arm. Still, the Wind Runner did not move.

They had her. This mysterious attacking force, and the impatient voice wanted her to go to him now. Oh dear, how could this happen? Who could it be?

Ryoka knew. It was Ailendamus. That was obvious even if she couldnt see their crest. They might be able to deny it; it didnt sound like whoever was ordering this cared.

Your Grace. Someone important? Wasnt that a royal term?

Ryoka didnt know. She was braced, but she had left her room, gone out to tell them to pull back, to avoid more people dying. Of course shed suspected this. Someone who didnt back down when Eldavin and all of Wistram and one of the Five Families was backing her wasnt going to stop at anything.

Mrsha

The Wind Runner saw the scroll case open. Yet she was still calm. So long as she was being pursued, she couldnt help. And this?

Oh, let Fetohep of Khelt find an easy way to save Erin. Let her be alive. Let her come to life and me waste all of my time.

But if not? Ryoka Griffin remembered what Ivolethe had said. This scroll. That was the surest way.

Ryoka was a continent apart. She stared as a familiar, glowing spider web of magic appeared on the ground. The [Knights] falling back through the trees and [Infiltrators] groaned when they saw it.

A Scroll of Greater Teleport.

The [Knight] looked at Ryoka. Her voice was flat.

Rejoice, Courier. This has already cost Amy land more than you know.

Her grip was steel, but Ryoka never moved. The Wind Runner met the visored glare.

Im not your enemy. This is a mistake. Im going to sort this out.

And get closer to what Erin needs. Her heart was pounding so loud in her chest, she barely heard the whine of the air moving. The golden sigils were moving about, opening a portal across the world.

True magic. Grand magic. She saw the air split. In the distance, there was shouting, the ring of steel. Tyrion?

He was too slow. Even with proper time to activate the scroll, unlike the Horns desperate flight from the Village of the Dead, it was barely fifteen seconds as the predetermined coordinates activated the magic.

The world split in half, and Ryoka felt herself and the [Knight] being carried into a world apart. A world where distance lost its meaning. They began to flicker out of reality for a heartbeat

No! You cant have her! I command it! Ryoka!

She heard a familiar voice. Her eyes widened.

Sammial, no

A little boy charged out of the thicket. The [Infiltrators] and [Knights], focused on the [Lord] rampaging towards them, hadnt even spotted the non-threat. He charged past a pair of gauntleted hands that tried to grab him. Ryoka thrust a hand out, but the [Knight] was dragging her back.

No

He grabbed her leg. Ryoka Griffins cry cut off. Tyrion Veltras burst into the clearing as the warriors fell back just to see his son and Ryoka Griffin

Vanish.

The remaining three warriors looked at the spot where Ryoka and Sammial had been. One of them spoke a single curse.

That was notgood. Disastrous.

It was just well that no one knew who they were.

-

Ryoka froze, mid-transit. So did Sammial, and the [Knight]. They were spun into the aether, like two-dimensional figures in a three-dimensional world. Only, with more dimensions.

Ryoka felt it. It wasfamiliar. Familiar, but she still wanted to scream. To throw up as she was twisted in ways she should not have been.

It was a moment of transit. Probably only a second. It stretched into infinity because Ryoka was, unfortunately, able to process the experience, even in a limited way.

It just added to her suffering.

She screamed, or tried to, as the moment stretched and she felt the world around her breaking.

Somethingwas wrong.

This was taking longer than it should. Ryoka felt it first, but even Sammial and the [Knight] began to sense it.

They cried out, but sound was strange here. What was happening? Something was wrong. Something was

Ryoka saw something in this space, this world, moving with them. It was the only real thing. It was

A pair of people. They materialized out of the whirling confusion, almost as confused. ThenRyoka saw them.

A vast being of ideas and magic barely constrained by mortal form. A glowing woman, a rainbow of colors bearing a sword and shield that remained constant.

A half-Elf, shining with magic, her body half-destroyed, yet shining like a beacon of mana.

They were travelling the same way! Andastonished as the three mortals.

Someone else is using [Greater Teleport]? Significant

Ryoka Griffin locked eyes with the Death of Magic. Silvenia. The Death of Chains herself was shouting as the dimension twisted her being. Yet the half-Elf [Archmage] moved, keeping herselfrealsomehow. She grinned at Ryoka.

Then pointed. The Wind Runner saw a flashthen the [Knight] holding her shrieked.

Ailend

She vanished. The ray touched her and she disappeared. It vanished into the whirling confusion. Silvenia shifted aim. At Ryoka and Sammial.

No

Ryoka shouted, but she couldnt dodge. There was no air here! No

SILVENIA.

The Death of Chains grabbed the half-Elfs hand. She was staring at Ryoka, and the cuffs on Ryokas wrists. Chains. At Sammial. The boy clung to Ryokas leg, eyes wide. Silvenia snarled. She took aim again and the Death of Chains roared

They parted. The world didnt tear them apart; rather, it pulled them back into reality. Ryoka saw light, the rule of gravity and

She stumbled. The Wind Runner fell to her knees, onto an intricate pattern of marble tiles. She heard Sammial screaming, the roar of magic exploding around her as the scroll blasted itself apart. Thenshouts of horror.

Dead gods, Dame Eclizza! What has she

Blood and pieces of armor and flesh rained down around Ryoka and Sammial. The [Knight]. Ryoka heard voices, the ring of steel, and then a voice, booming above it all.

Silence! The thief did nothing. That wasthat spell is headed to Rhir. The Death of Magic.

Exclamations. Ringing footfalls. But that voicethat familiar voice was shouting.

Leave me. Do not argue!

Something flung one of the people arguing across the room. Ryoka didnt hear. She knelt there, then felt something splatter over her shoulder.

Sammial. The boy was throwing up. Ryoka nearly did herself. She reached out, unsure of how to move her arms, if hearts should beat.

Sammial? Sammy, you idiot. I meant to do this. Oh no. Oh

She held the boy. He was crying. Ryoka clutched him tightly. Why did everything she do

What is this little pest? Can they not even capture one wretched thief properly?

Footfalls. Ryoka looked up into the face of her nemesis. A man with a pointed goatee, harsh features, regal clothing, stared down at her and Sammial in disgust. He shone with magical power, and his eyes were flinty. Cold.

Jade green, like hers. For a second, she was uncertain. They should be mismatched.

The Duke Rhisveri laid eyes upon Ryoka Griffin in the flesh. He glanced at Sammial.

Worthless.

His finger rose. A similar spell to the one Silvenia had cast flickered in the tip. The Wind Runner shouted.

No

In the empty grand auditorium, within one of the many grand chambers in the capital of Ailendamus, the Duke stood alone. He had dismissed his helpers, the lesser [Mages] and [Strategists] and [General] devoted to this plan.

After all, what threat could the Courier pose? He aimed a finger at the boy who had tagged along, uncaring.

The air moved. A gale of wind blasted the Duke off his feet. He went flying, struck the ground.

Whwh?

He scrambled upright, clumsily, confused. How had? He saw a bright flare. But no magic.

Ryoka Griffin leapt forward. She was still cuffed, but she held a shining blade in her hands, against all possibility. It was not magic. The Duke aimed a finger.

The Wind Runner cut off his hand. The blade swept around in a clumsy arc, but just like Tyrion had shown her.

Rhisveris hand hit the floor with a wet thump. The Duke stared at his stump of a wrist. Thenthe tip of the shining blade.

Ryoka Griffin stared sickly at the blood jetting from the stump. Yet the tip of the Faeblade aimed at the mans face. She was wrong? Was she? What had she just done?

Rhisveri looked at his stump of a hand. Sammial was on his knees, still throwing up. The Dukes face was pale. His lips moved as blood ran onto his robes.

Ow.

Ryoka Griffin heard the small, annoyed sound echo in the room. Her eyes widened. Her heart restarted. She saw him moveraise himself upthen growl.

What an annoyance.

He raised a hand, glared at Ryoka, and then his eyes rolled up and Rhisveri collapsed backwards onto the ground. He stopped breathing. The blood stopped pooling.

He was dead.

Ryoka Griffin was not fooled. She raised her sword overhead. The Faeblade caught the air, shedding pink light around the new room, built in ancient style, raised within two simple generations.

A palace so vast the ceiling was four hundred feet high. A monumental room. Suspicious.

The wind howled around her. The Wind Runner felt it blast through the room, sending the blood flurrying into droplets in the air. Running around a shape

There. She whirled. Something moved. Ryoka swung her blade as she shouted.

Dragon!

The unseen presence stopped. It was stunned. Confused.

How did she? There was no way! No one could know! No one could

The Wind Runner charged, blade raised. It shone, without magic. The wind blew, though she had cast no spells. A young woman charged by the King of Faeries. Who had gone to lands before. Three worlds. She swung the sword. The Faeblade struck something in the air, a weapon of the future.

And shattered. The pieces cascaded around Ryoka Griffin. She froze.

No

Something struck her. A huge claw pinned her to the ground. A voice roared, monumental, far vaster than the previous voice, but the same tone, just deepend, magnified.

Enough!

The wind turned off. The room was suddenly silent. Unseen, high overhead, Ryoka felt a gust blast down. Rancid, foul.

Breath. Not hot, but acrid. She gasped, but her chest was compressed, her ribs screaming. She had thoughthadbut she was right. She muttered it again.

Dragon. Dragon.

There were few coincidences. And thisthis was the thing of stories. The fae. Ryoka grinned. She laughed. Then the voice echoed again.

Dragon. Dragon? DRAGON? Did you just call me a petty, worthless, arrogant Dragon?

A voice roared in her ears, so loudly that her bones shook. Ryoka froze. Butbut she thought

A figure began to appear, the air rippling. Sammial tried to look up and passed out, falling unconscious as some magic struck him. Ryoka saw, nigh four hundred feet overhead, something begin to appear.

Far larger than Teriarch. Yetnowhere near as broad across. A long shape. Sinuous. Like aa

Snake?

No. Ryoka realized what it was as Rhisveri, the true Rhisveri Zessoprical, appeared. Duke of Ailendamus, the glorious kingdom on the rise.

It all made sense. Ryoka thought back to one meeting. Onelittle meeting, not so long ago. When she had met Sikerival-Toreshio-Maresssui. Her eyes traced the huge, coiled form, up, up, towards jade-green eyes, glowing with fury.

I came for my half-kin who still walk this world.

She had thought Sikeri meant Teriarch. Yetthink of it a different way. Time. Prophecy. Ryoka Griffin muttered. The very same words she had spoken to that damn fae. That fugitive who lived in the lands of the fae.

I have met one of your kin, milady Sikerival.

I know.

So she named him, as the figure swept her up. Kindred to them. Half-kin, perhaps. Yet all the same, the great, sinuous cousin of Dragons bent down as the Wind Runner whispered.

Wyrm.

Rhisveri halted. The vast Wyrm appeared, his scales flashing. Not obsidian or purple like Sikeris had been, but a brilliant, even beautiful jade, like his eyes. His underbelly shone pale white, and his vast eyes, slitted, flicked down to Ryoka.

Confused. Enraged. Curious. He sniffed long, as his body, which ran around the room, armored walls of flesh, coiled inwards. The Wind Runner met his gaze. Rhisveri snarled.

Correct. What are you? How do you?

He sniffed her again. Recoiled. Sniffed.

A Dragon. Of course. Which one! And

He turned curious.

Is that a female Wyrm I smell? But theyre all

Ryoka Griffin stared up at him as the claw lifted. She looked up as Rhisveri recoiled, and then rubbed the top of his massive head against his scales. Like someone smoothing hair on his head. Her jaw tried to dislocate.

Sometimes you thought you were the protagonist of every story. The lead in a comedic romance you really didnt want.

Rhisveri stared at Ryoka. He hesitated.

Why are you covered in mating pheromones?

Sometimes, it turned outyou were the [Matchmaker].

Authors Note: Did you see that coming?

I wrote too much. I was trying to rest, but I decided I could still finish a plot-heavy chapter. I stretched too far. This is exceptionally fast writing. Book 4 is out on e-book and Audible! Also, Diana Gills Q&A in the Discord is linked below!

And somehow, I also wrote the chapter. Did you see it coming?

The reveal with Rhisveri, I think many people could get. That he was something? Most people. Wyrm? Many.

That last partwell. We shall see. I have not written teh Relc chapter yet because Ive been trying to rest, but the Patreon side story will come out! Then one more chapterthen Ill probably take my break early August. I am burning through all my reserves and I dont even have the coherence to end this authors note properly. But I hope you enjoyed it.

Thanks, and check out those links! Book 4 is out! Thanks for reading!

PS: Ill put the monthly Patreon poll up soon. Justsobusy

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