The Silent Shield by Wheeler Jeff

Author:Wheeler, Jeff
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781611097535
Publisher: 47North
Published: 2017-08-22T00:00:00+00:00

There was nothing in Morwenna’s demeanor or attitude that hinted she was about to perform trickery. After walking together to one of the palace fountains—each was guarded by Espion day and night—Morwenna stepped into the waters without any hint of ceremony, her arm still linked with Trynne’s. Trynne followed and they both stood together.

Into the cistern, Trynne thought, her stomach full of butterflies. It was a motto of courage she’d learned from her father. He’d feared heights when he was a child, but Lady Evie had grasped his hand and jumped into the water of the cistern at Kingfountain with him—an experience that had awoken his bravery.

“First, we go to Pisan,” Morwenna said. “It intersects the east-west ley line. Normally I would have brought us to Marq or Guilme, but both are controlled by Gahalatine.” She uttered the word of power in a low voice, “Kennesayrim,” and the magic pulled them away on the ley line. It was a familiar sensation now, and in an instant, they were standing in a small circular fountain at the poisoner school. Night had just fallen, and Trynne saw the torches on the walls, flickering orange light. The stone sconces were sculpted into the form of twisting snakes and the walls were made of wood and plaster. An old, mildewy smell of waterways and damp corners filled the air.

Morwenna wrinkled her nose, still clutching Trynne’s arm. “Have you been to Pisan before?” she asked.

“Never,” Trynne replied.

“I would offer to show you around. The training yard is unlike anything you’ve seen, I’m sure. But perhaps another time would be better.”

Trynne nodded.

Morwenna smiled impishly. “I’ve gone to Chandigarl many times, Trynne. There are so many people, you couldn’t possibly imagine it.” She gave Trynne a coaxing smile. “Now be ready. It’s a long fall.”

The poisoner uttered the word of power again, but this time the feeling of falling down a waterfall persisted for much, much longer. Trynne’s stomach roiled with sickness and nausea as the magic swept them away. Would the journey never end? There was a fear that it might not, that she was trapped beneath some enormous cascade of water that fell into oblivion. She felt Morwenna’s arm tighten against hers.

Suddenly, they arrived. Trynne wobbled, wanting to fall down, but Morwenna held her up and uttered the word, “Anthisstemi.” It was the same word Myrddin had used when he had taken her to make her oaths.

Trynne straightened, feeling her strength instantly return.

“Thank you,” she muttered, disentangling their arms. The very air felt different, full of humidity and moisture and strange smells. She was used to the noise of morning birds chirping, but this land was full of clicking insects mixed with a different kind of birdsong.

Even the fountain was different. Instead of it being a circle, it was made of a series of half-circles at odd angles to each other. The porcelain tiles were a rich blue, and the waters had a greenish cast. No coins were resting in the basin.

Morwenna stepped outside of the fountain and her image shimmered as she disguised herself in courtly dress.

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