Chapter Three
Rhakis Mountains, near Eld
Less than a hundred miles of mountainous terrain separated Crystal Lake from Eld. Rain and Steli flew it in a single bell. As they neared the final row of ragged peaks that gave way to the deep, dense, forested land of his enemies, Rain’s heart sank.
All of Eld lay under a blanket of fog too thick to be the country’s natural autumn cloud cover. The Mages had enhanced the mist—no doubt to prevent Fey and Celierian scouts from detecting what Rain could now see: dark haze on the northern horizon, like a shadowy veil hanging over the countryside.
He was still too far away to see the glow of the foul, ancient forges, but he didn’t need to. The bubbling cauldron of black smoke that cast its sooty shadow across the sky was proof enough.
?Rain?? Ellysetta’s voice sounded in his mind. ?Talk to me. What do you see??
?Koderas.? Even in Spirit, the word was all but spat from him. ?The fires of Koderas are lit.?
?What does that mean??
?It means we haven’t yet faced anything close to the worst this new High Mage of Eld has to offer.
? He dipped a wing and banked, circling at the edge of the Rhakis, peering east through the haze of smoke.
?Koderas is the location of the great sel’dor foundries of Eld.
That much smoke means all the fires are lit, and that hasn’t happened since the Mage Wars.
The Eld have just been buying time and testing our defenses these last weeks while they amass a much larger army. ?
The news couldn’t be worse. The initial attacks on Teleon and Orest had dealt the Fey and Lord Teleos’s forces a brutal blow.
If the Eld struck again with an army large enough to require all of Koderas to equip…
well…?We must get back to Orest and send word to Dorian and the Fading Lands.
We’re going to need a great many more warriors. ?
He roared a command to Steli. They both wheeled sharply in the sky and shot southwards, hugging the mountains as they raced back towards Celieria.
Eld ~ Koderas
Clad in the purple robes of his office, Vadim Maur, the High Mage of Eld, walked along the sel’dor-railed observation balcony that circled the perimeters of the deep, fiery pits of Koderas.
His robe’s deep cowl shrouded his face, and supple leather gloves, dyed purple to match his robes, covered his hands.
He grasped the metal railing, and the rings of power decorating each of his fingers and thumbs glinted in the red-orange glow of the furnaces below.
Along one section of the great pit, slave-powered conveyor belts leading from the nearby mines fed raw ore and magus, the black powder that gave sel’dor its strength and enhanced its magical properties, into six great smelting furnaces.
Two of the furnaces pumped out glowing rods of hot sel’dor ready for forging.
A dozen workers wielding sharp pincers cut off lengths of the hot metal and passed them on to the hundreds of smiths who pounded, shaped, and forged the sel’dor into swords and armor for the High Mage’s Black Guard and the other elite troops of his Elden armies.
The remaining four furnaces poured continuous streams of liquid sel’dor into casting molds for mass-produced armaments.
Cast sel’dor wasn’t as strong as forged, but the frontline troops for whom the weaker armaments were intended wouldn’t live long enough to appreciate the difference.
There was no sense in wasting quality to outfit a corpse.
“You will have what I need by the end of the month?” Vadim asked Primage Grule, the Mage responsible for managing all activity in Koderas.
“I will, Most High.”
“And the rest?”
“Coming along exactly as planned, Most High. I think you will be pleased.”
Grule gestured for the High Mage to precede him, but before Vadim could continue with his inspection of Koderas, hurried footsteps beat a rapid tattoo down the walkway. The High Mage turned his shrouded head to see a green-robed novice, his pale face flushed with exertion, running towards them.
“Master.” The novice bowed to the Primage. “Most High.” He bowed again, much more deeply, to the High Mage. “You asked to be notified, Great One, if there was news.”
One purple-gloved hand shot out, gripping the side of the young man’s face, fingers pressing against his temple. “Tell me,” the High Mage commanded, and the flood of information in the novice’s brain poured forth.
Scouts in the Rhakis had spotted two tairen in the skies west of Koderas.
The small team heading into the Feyls had confirmed it: the Tairen Soul, his mate, and the white tairen had spent the day at Crystal Lake before flying east, towards Eld and Koderas.
They most certainly had seen the smoke, and the Tairen Soul would remember what it meant.
In the shadow of his hood, the seeping flesh that was Vadim’s mouth pressed flat. “It seems our secret is out.”
Celieria ~ Orest
By the time Rain, Ellysetta, and Steli neared Orest, night had fallen.
Pinpoints of flickering light from campfires burning beneath the trees dotted the southwest corner of Eld, and the nightly mortar barrage had already begun.
Fiery mortars exploded against the great gray walls of Lower Orest and split the darkness like flashes of lightning.
Flames spat from the gaping jaws of tairen diving to scorch the siege weapons, but a rain of black arrows and bowcannon bolts kept the tairen at bay and the Eld trebuchet firing.
Catapults on the walls of Orest sent answering volleys—great, fiery blobs of burning pitch that exploded on impact and stuck like fiery glue to whatever they hit.
The added height of the wall-mounted siege gave the Celierian weapons greater distance, and the audible screams of Eld soldiers wreathed in flames and running in wild circles mingled with Celierian cheers when a direct hit toppled one of the Eld trebuchets and sent it up in flames.
Rain flew well out of reach of the missile attacks, and Ellysetta kept the invisibility weave wrapped securely about them until he and Steli dove down into the large, scooped-out hollow that housed Veil Lake and Upper Orest.
Ellysetta’s booted feet hit the ground running while Rain Changed and landed only a few steps behind her. Together, they jogged the short distance to the edge of the plaza where Great Lord Devron Teleos and the five warriors of Ellysetta’s bloodsworn quintet were waiting to greet them.
“Koderas is lit.” Rain delivered the news without preamble. “Every furnace, by the look of it.”
Dev’s Fey eyes flared with a sudden surge of latent magic.
Though he was Celierian born and bred, Lord Teleos’s bright eyes and the silvery luminescence of his skin betrayed the strong Fey heritage of his family’s House.
Long before King Dorian I had wed his Fey bride ten centuries ago, the lords of House Teleos had intermarried with the Fey and guarded the gateways to the Fading Lands—first at the Garreval, and more recently here in Orest as well.
“I suppose I should feel more surprised,” Dev said, “but I’ve been waiting for that blade to drop for months now.”
“As have I.” Rain had suspected the truth even before the first attack on Orest. “If you’ll ready a rider, I’ll write a letter to the king.
Dorian needs to start calling in favors from his allies immediately.
If this Mage attacks with even half of what we faced in the Mage Wars, every man, woman, and child in Celieria could stand before the Eld and still be overrun. ”
“The last three couriers never made it to their destination.”
Rain processed the news without blinking. “Then I’ll have a Spirit master send the weave.”
“Only if he can send it on a private weave. The Warriors’ Path has been compromised.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean we had some unexpected visitors while you were gone.” The flash of an illumination mortar lit up the plaza bright as day. “There’s news you need to hear, but let’s get inside first. No sense giving the Eld a clear target while we talk.”
?Steli… ? Rain turned to the white tairen, who had padded to the edge of Veil Lake to slake her thirst.
The white tairen lifted her regal head. ?Go with the Fey-kin, Rainier-Eras. Steli will join the pride and scorch the Eld.? She crouched on her hind legs and leapt into the sky with a roar. ?Time to run, foolish Eld-prey,? she sang. ?Steli-chakai is here, and she is hungry.?
Leaving Steli and the pride to subdue the Eld, Rain and Dev flanked Ellysetta, and her quintet ringed protectively around the three of them as they made their way off the plaza.
“So what’s this about the Warriors’ Path being compromised?
” Rain asked as they walked down the torchlit brick path.
The mist off the waterfalls of Kiyera’s Veil and Maiden’s Gate hung in the air, dampening their hair and making small halos of rainbow-kissed light around each of the torches. “What happened while we were away?”
“We intercepted a raiding party shortly after nightfall.” The tall trees lining the walk gave way to neatly trimmed shrubs, topiaries, and flower boxes edging the pearl gray buildings of Upper Orest. “They made it through the outer gates undetected. If not for the wards on the inner walls, we never would have discovered them.” Dev pushed open the leaded glass door of the conservatory that served as his command post. “Three Mages, twenty Black Guard…and six dahl’reisen. ”
Rain stopped in his tracks and turned to Gaelen. “Yours?” The infamous former dahl’reisen had spent most of the last thousand years leading a band of banished Fey he called the Brotherhood of Shadows. He’d be leading them still if Ellysetta hadn’t restored his soul.
Faint color bloomed in Gaelen’s cheeks, but he held Rain’s hard stare without wavering. “Four of them were at one time,” he admitted. “They disappeared on reconnaissance missions into Eld. The other two weren’t familiar to me.”