New snow would come and cover the signs, he knew; but, come spring, it would be months before anything grew here. It was only a minor work of destruction and a single death, but still he sighed. It seemed that even when the sword did not force him to destroy of its own volition, other forces drove him to destroy in self-defense.
No, he corrected himself, most of this destruction was not his doing, but that of the wizards. He was simply the focus for it. The death, though, was his doing; he regretted that.
This was a new complication in his life. He wondered whether it justified changing his plan to consult the Wise Women. If wizards were to pop out of nowhere everywhere he went, he could hardly keep a visit to Ordunin a secret.
He would move on slowly, he decided; if there were further attacks, he would turn back.
That decided, he took a moment to get his foot securely back in the stirrup and urged Koros forward.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
The councilors all stared in horror at the charred corpse that had appeared on the edge of the pentagram, almost ignoring Karag and Kubal.
"What happened?" Shandiph asked at last.
"He can control lightning," Karag answered. He was shaking, the staff that was still clutched in his hands fluttering like a bird's wing.
"How did you survive, then?"
"I don't know. Kubal fled, and I tried to ward him off with the staff. I think it worked, at least temporarily."
"Then the sword is not unbeatably powerful!" someone exclaimed.
Karag shook his head. "I have never seen so much power. I don't mean just the sword, but the staff as well. It felt like a live thing in my hands. Without the magicks in this room, we wouldn't have a chance. He made a storm from nothing with a single gesture, and directed the lightning wherever he chose; the sword burned and spat fire. The staff made a wall of flame that consumed everything it touched, until he turned it back with the sword's flame. He rides a great black monster with fangs as long as my fingers."
Kubal nodded agreement. "I didn't know what we were doing; I didn't know he could be so powerful. I didn't believe Kala when she said that he could summon storms."
"The three of you were all acting stupidly," Shandiph said. "The essence of magic is not power, but subtlety and deception, and poor Alagar paid for your rashness in not thinking of that. As additional folly, you alerted the overman."
"He is no wizard, though," the Baron of Therin said. "He won't know how to defend himself against us. Karag made a natural mistake in thinking that three wizards could handle him, magic sword or no."
"I do not say that they underestimated the overman, but that they underestimated the sword," Shandiph replied. "We need to use subtler methods, methods that the sword cannot counter directly."
"What did you have in mind?" Chalkara asked.
Shandiph replied by crossing to the guidebook, opening it, and asking, "Are there magicks in this chamber that can kill a foe from afar?"
The book turned to a page very near the front, which said, in large, ornate runes, simply, "YES"
"What are the dozen most effective that can be used without great preparation, how do they work, and where can they be found?"
Pages turned, revealing a list.
"Kala, ready your scrying glass, so that we can see what happens."
"I don't have my glass; it was left in Kholis."
Disconcerted, Shandiph admitted, "I hadn't thought of that."
"There must be a scrying glass here somewhere," Chalkara said. "Ask the book."
A glass was found and given to Kala; she wandered several yards down the room and found a suitable spot to work in.
The magical light Shandiph had conjured was beginning to fade, which suited her well; it was easier to use a glass in dim light. She attempted to summon up Garth's image, and found it impossible. The sword's power still blocked her.
She said as much to the others, who had gathered together most of the devices and spell books the guidebook had listed as necessary for the dozen death-spells.
"I forgot about that entirely," Shandiph said. "I suppose we'll just have to try these, and then go there and see."
"If he resists other magic as well as he resists a scrying spell, I think we had best go prepared for battle."
"I fear you're right," Shandiph agreed. "Let me ask the book what other weapons we might take."
"I already asked that," Karag said. He was beginning to regain his composure. "We took three of the four most powerful-the Great Staff of Power, the Sword of Koros, and something the book called the Blood-Sword of Hishan of Darbul. The book said it was the third most powerful weapon here, after the Staff and the Ring of P'hul, but the Sword of Bheleu shattered it instantly."
There was a glum silence in response to this news.
After a pause, Shandiph asked, "Book, what would you recommend we use against the Sword of Bheleu?"
The page revealed bore a single sentence, which Chalkara read aloud over Shandiph's shoulder. "There is no power in the Council's possession that can withstand the Sword of Bheleu."
"You say there is nothing we can do?"
With a thump, pages turned back to reveal the single ornate word.
"Is there no power that can defeat the wielder of the sword?" Chalkara asked.
"There are two; the Book of Silence and the King in Yellow," Shandiph read.
"Who is the King in Yellow?" Thetheru asked.
A single page turned, and Shandiph said, "I knew this already. It says, `the immortal high priest of Death'."
"Where can we find him?" Chalkara asked.
No pages turned, but Shandiph replied, "We don't want to find him; he would be worse than the overman. He is the agent of Death as Garth is the agent of Bheleu."
"Then what of the Book of Silence?" called someone from the back of the little crowd.
"Do you know why it's called the Book of Silence?" Miloshir replied. "To speak aloud a single word written therein will kill anyone but its rightful owner."
There was a somber silence. Herina spoke up at last. "We could draw lots, and the loser would use the Book..."
"No, it won't work. The loser would die before completing the spell. It would take one of us for each word of the spell, and I have no idea how long the incantation we want might be."
"Can we find the rightful owner and ask his aid?"