The Wizards Conclave (The Age of Mortals) by Douglas Niles

Author:Douglas Niles [Niles, Douglas]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 9780786963195
Publisher: Wizards of the Coast Publishing
Published: 2012-05-08T00:00:00+00:00

A FENCE AROUND A FOREST

She is a slippery one,” Jenna said in a mixture of disgust and admiration. The red robe she was wearing was dusty and damp as the enchantress came wearily up to Dalamar. The dark elf was sitting on a moldy log, his head in his hands. “I thought she would be too frightened, too overwhelmed by the wilderness, to try to sneak away. Yet she has vanished utterly! Lunitari knows, we’ve looked everywhere up and down the trail. Where could she be? Damn it, what if something has happened to her?”

“Silly of her to run off like that,” Dalamar said, shaking his head wearily. “You must have given her the scare of her life, with your heated outbursts—not to mention your invisible cone of silence.”

“I’m not the one who tried to take advantage of her!” the Red Robe retorted. “Come on. She is hiding her tracks. We have to try to think like her and figure out where she went.” She tugged on the lead, and the three heavily laden mules shuffled their feet with a barely perceptible shift in momentum. The enchantress cursed under her breath. “I never knew how good Coryn was with these mules. These animals are as stubborn as, well, mules!”

“We’ve already wasted a day searching for a trail that vanished on dry stone,” Dalamar said, raising his hand to stop her momentarily. “If I were to guess, I’d say she went looking for the Tower. Why not? She heard us talk about it, over and over. She knows it’s supposed to be in the vicinity. Why don’t you give me access to your artifacts and see what I can find out?”

The red-robed mage narrowed her eyes. “You have nothing left of your old life? Not your spell book, not a ring, or a staff, or even a few bottles of potion? You don’t have a lot of bargaining power, not much to offer me in return.”

“On the contrary,” Dalamar retorted. “We are partners in this quest. We are both looking for the Tower, but we both know that we will need the most powerful wizard of each of our three orders, working in concert, to restore the powers of godly magic. I know that you are the mistress of the Red, and I am the master of Black. And there is no White wizard anywhere, so far as we have been able to learn. But you and I both know that for some reason—perhaps he is losing his wits, in the wake of his return to our world—Solinari has appointed this naïf, this silly wench, as his own champion. She is destined to wear the White Robes!”

“Ridiculous! First of all, she is neither naïf, nor silly wench,” Jenna replied tartly. “She does know some magic. True, it’s mostly wild magic, but at this point I don’t believe that she is destined for anything. Be careful, Dalamar, lest your arrogance lead you into another mistake.”

Jenna was right: The dark elf could not afford to be wrong, but he suspected that Jenna still was not telling all that she knew or believed.

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