Modesitt, L.E. - The Saga of Recluce 02 - The Towers of the Sunset by Modesitt L.E

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The older wizard smiles wryly and crosses the sandy, stony ground that separates them. "After all the years, I still can't claim to understand Lydya."

"All the years ..." muses Creslin. "All the years ..." His eyes shift from the harbor below to Klerris. "Is Lydya as old as you are?"

Klerris gives a sheepish smile that makes him seem momentarily boyish. "Well, she has a bit better control of internal order than I do. She's . . . somewhat older."

Creslin lets his senses drift around the man, but the words ring true, and Klerris stands calmly waiting with the unvarying solidness that Creslin has come to associate with order. "Besides live forever and heal people, what else can you do?"

Klerris purses his lips. "Except for weather control-and very few, if any, of us can match your raw power-order magic is mostly limited to healing and strengthening things. There are some illusions we can create that don't involve chaos, like disappearing. We can put people to sleep without hurting them, unless they fall. And we're generally good with plants."

"Plants?"

Klerris points to a scraggly blue flower that droops from a thorn vine twining from half a dozen heaped rocks a cubit or so from Creslin's right foot. "Watch closely. It's not really obvious, but ..."

A certain sense of power flows from Klerris toward the tiny blue flower . . . and slowly, at the deliberate pace of drops falling from a roof corner to a rain barrel long after the storm, the petals firm, the stem strengthens, and the color brightens.

"Now, Lydya and Marin, they can actually take a pearapple seedling and make it so the fruit will be sweeter or tarter, larger or smaller." He shrugs. "But most people aren't interested in growing plants or miracles that take years for the results to show."

"I suppose not. Magic is supposed to create instant results."

Klerris grins, boyishly again. "Magic itself is quick. It's the results that take time to become obvious. And unlike the skills of our friends, the White Wizards, our skills create results that are rather hard to undo."

Creslin can sense Megaera staring through the narrow window. Freigr walks down the dusty hillside road, and both horses are now tethered on the pier.

"I'll have to think about that." Creslin takes a deep breath. "In the meantime, I need to reclaim some horses. I think the good captain wants off Reduce."

LXXI

THE CENTER OF the white-misted mirror displays a black keep upon a black cliff. The black walls shimmer, as if they are not quite real.

Before the mirror, the High Wizard's lips move, but his words are not audible.

Then he frowns, and only the ceiling reflects in the silver of the mirror. He walks toward the single narrow window in the stone wall.

Thrap!

"Come in."

Hartor edges through the door to the small chamber. "You heard?"

"Bah. I felt it. Who couldn't? The whole world screamed. I didn't want to bring

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