He called out orders, making final dispositions of his troops now that he could see the enemy they faced. The first of the Frost Giants broke through the trees. They hesitated, confused; they had expected to face a line of Elven Cavalry and saw only Centaurs.
The Centaurs roared a battle cry and charged forward. The battle was joined.
"A proclamation?" Lorins said.
"It must be done," Cilarnen said. "You must tell the people of the City at once where the power of your spells comes from, and what part they play in aiding you. Their aid must be freely given."
"This is heresy" Ganaret said.
"Do it," Volpiril said. "It seems nonsense to me, and I am certain it will cause riots. But there is rioting already, Ganaret, or have your servants not informed you? It will be done within the hour. Now come. This chamber is needed for other matters."
The six members of the High Council and the three envoys from the Allied Army walked from the Council Chamber. Standing outside in the hallway were a hastily-summoned Circle of High Mages. Not one Magewarden stood among them.
"My lords of the Council. For what purpose have we been summoned here at such an unreasonable hour?" the eldest of them demanded.
"The Wards have been breached," Ganaret said. "You must rebuild them. At once."
"But But But It is not the proper Hour for such a Working! Our preparations… it will take Bells…"
"Then begin at once," Ganaret snapped. "Or do you wish this City to be undefended?"
"I can help them," Cilarnen said. "I think it can be done more quickly. But there is much to do. If I am to work here, you must do as Idalia and Jermayan ask you to do. For the good of the City."
"I will not work in a Circle with this… barbarian!" the elderly High Mage said.
"You will stand in the Great Circle with my son, Lord Kerwin, or none of us will stand anywhere at all," Volpiril said. "Have both your wits and your knowledge of the Art both deserted you, that you do not recognize what he is? See that he has what he requires. Come, Lord Ganaret. You have a proclamation to write."
Suddenly there was a sound of horns, audible even within the halls of the Council House itself. A moment later, the roar of a dragon Ancaladar shook the walls themselves.
Lord Kerwin flinched. "What What What was that?"
Volpiril smiled. "Our Allies. And if you do not wish to meet them, I suggest you work well and quickly." He turned away.
* * * * *
IDALIA and Jermayan followed the others to another room. Like the Council Chamber, it was crafted all in black and white marble, but this room had a large round ebonywood table in its center. Thirteen chairs ringed it. One, of course, was more elaborate than the rest, and Volpiril seated himself in this one. Apparently he had decided to declare himself Arch-Mage in Lycaelon's absence.
Idalia disliked him completely he was a High Mage, after all, and had done much to ruin Cilarnen's life but she certainly admired if that was the right word his ruthless single-mindedness. A lesser man such as any of the test of the High Mageswould still be sitting in the Council Chamber, arguing about whether or not Cilarnen was telling the truth under a spell that not only compelled him to tell the truth, but enabled all of them to tell whether he was telling the truth or not.
A Page entered at Volpiril's summons.
"Bring tea and food. Send for Lord Lycaelon's secretary. A proclamation must be drafted, and we will require the Arch-Mage's seal. If there are any who have urgent business with the Council, send them here."
"I… " the Page was about to protest, and obviously thought better of it. A lifetime in the Golden City taught nothing, if not obedience to those who wore the gray robes of Magehood.
"Yes, Lord Volpiril. At once, Lord Volpiril."
* * * * *
"SO you now think you have all you would once have reached for, eh, Volpiril?" Lorins said.
"I have the distinction of not having served under a Darkmage these past moonturns, if that's what you mean, Lord Lorins," Volpiril said silkily. "Unlike all the rest I see here at this table."
"We have work to do, and not much time in case none of you have noticed," Idalia said tightly.
Volpiril inclined his head condescendingly.
"I beg your pardon, my lady Wildmage," he answered smoothly.
"Wildmage?" Harith said in horror. He began to rise from the table.
"Sit down!" Volpiril thundered. "If we must ally ourselves with Wildmages to save ourselves from Demons, then that is what we shall do. Lord Anigrel has told us time and again that the Wildmages are evil I believe that is reason enough to think kindly of them. It need not leave this room."
"But… but… the Wild Magic is Tainted. It leads to Congress with the Dark," Lord Dagan sputtered.
Volpiril regarded him balefully. "Perhaps in time. None of us will argue that it is not a sorcery of anarchy and disorder. But if it does lead to Congress with the Dark, it will not do so today. And it is today that is my concern. Were Lady Idalia a cesspit of foulness, Lord Cilarnen would not ally himself with her. Nor would our ancient Enemy be working so hard to destroy the Wildmages. Now, if we may continue?"
"Thank you I think," Idalia said sourly. "In fact, if you kept accurate records, you would know that the Wild Magic is the older form of magic. Cilarnen believes that what you call High Magick was created during the Last War specifically to fight against Them. We have found that the spells of the Wild Magic, and the High Magick, working together, can kill Them. And nothing else can. This may be why it was invented in the first place."
Volpiril, Leaf and Star blight him, actually looked interested. He summoned a Page.
"Send for Dyren Lalkmair," he told the boy. "If we are to speak of ancient magicks, he must be present. And by the Light, Lord Ganaret, if you tell me one more time that this is either irregular or unseemly, I shall take you to the walls and feed you to that Light-blasted dragon that sits there myself."
Idalia glanced sideways. Jermayan looked amused not that anyone at the table but she would be able to tell.
* * * * *
THE Frost Giants, just as Kellen had hoped, charged. The Centaurs fell back. The wings of the Elven Cavalry swept sideways to give them room and to deal with their own enemies. Kellen's reorganization of the army bore useful results almost at once: the Frost Giants were not used to dealing with an enemy who used tactics so similar to their own, yet were so much smaller than a mounted Elven Knight. Their comparative slowness was costing them as they faced the Centaurs.
On the wings, the cavalry formed squares, protecting the archers, both mounted and foot, who fired on the Deathwings and Coldwarg. Square was the safest and most effective method of repulsing the attacks of the giant white wolflike creatures; though there were casualties, the Elves were not losing as many as they could be. And the Coldwargs were dying.
The Shadewalkers presented a more difficult problem with their ability to heal their wounds so rapidly, one that cost all who faced them dearly. But arrows and cast lances could weaken them, and they, too, could be killed.
Suddenly the wind rose. There was always a steady wind coming in off the ocean, but now that wind increased tenfold. Kellen felt a ripple of Wild Magic over his skin. The Wildmages were working the weather, and he wondered why.
Suddenly he smelled smoke, and understood.
One of the burning Deathwings must have set the forest on fire.
It would have been winter-dry to begin with not much snow here and he suspected that Demon magic had simply killed all the trees where they stood. If there were fire, the Delfier forest was going to go up like a torch, and if they didn't want to be caught in a firestorm, somebody was going to have to do something about it.
The fire spread.
It began to rain.
He saw sensed a break in the line, and spurred Firareth forward, shouting orders.