Did the Tairen Soul know about his mate’s Marks? Was that why he allowed adahl’reisento bloodswear himself to the Feyreisa? Did he perhaps think Gaelen, who was at least a fourth-level talent in Azrahn, could use his forbidden skills to help protect the Feyreisa from Eld Mages? Sheyl’s mind whirled with questions and possibilities, but she cut them off quickly. If she allowed her mind to ask the questions, her second talent might provide the answer, and she could not do what she must in the coming days if the outcome would be in vain.
Her second talent was premonition. Unfortunately, she always saw true, and it was rarely something pleasant. The gods had not given her the vision of possibilities, only of unalterable destiny.
“At least she can’t have seen much,” Sheyl said to ease the guilt and recrimination she knew Farel was feeling for having brought such a danger into their village. “You told me she was unconscious most of the way.”
“She was.”
“Then I’m right. She can’t have seen much—which means the Mages can’t have either. I’ve put them in the top room, shuttered the windows, and posted guards. They will both sleep until dawn.”
He began to pace, a sure sign of overwhelming agitation and distress. “They can’t stay here.”
“Nei,”she agreed. “You must take them away tomorrow, at first light.”
“We should kill them both now, while they sleep.”
She shook her head. “Don’t talk foolishness. Anydahl’reisenwho killed her would become Mharog.”
He whirled on her. A muscle ticked in his clenched jaw. “Then we get one of the mortals to do it—one of the old men—and we feed him to thelyrantwhen it’s done so the Dark deed dies with him.”
“Nei.”Sheyl’s voice was calm and even but as unyielding as stone. “You will not harm her. You will take her away in the morning. And you will grant her and the Tairen Soul safe passage out of the Verlaine.”
“Sheyl—“
“Nei. Dahl’reisenyou may be, but your soul remembers what it is to be Fey—even when it is inconvenient. She is ashei’dalin,and you are pledged to protect her from harm. And he is the last Tairen Soul. If you kill him, the Eld win, and you know it. Now, it is late, and I am tired. Come, take me to bed.”
“Sheyl, every moment she spends in this village puts all our lives in danger. You think I can just forget that and go to bed?”
“Aiyah,you can. We are safe enough for now. They will leave tomorrow. You and thedahl’reisenwill go with them. I want tonight.” She took his hand and tugged him towards their cabin.
“The Tairen Soul is healed. He would never allowdahl’reisento escort hisshei—” He broke off, eyes narrowing slightly. “You’ve seen this? That they would leave, and I would accompany them?”
“Aiyah,”she lied. He’d not been in her vision, and that meant there was a chance to save him. “Now come, Farel vel Torras. Your hearth witch needs your attention.”
He allowed her to pull him towards their cabin. And when the doors closed behind them, her hands helped him to shed his weapons and leathers.
Eld ~ Boura Fell
Steel clattered outside the High Mage’s library door, the sound reverberating in the stone chasm of his chambers. Vadim glanced up.
“Come in,” he commanded. “And refrain from terrifying my soldiers.”
Six tall, dark figures entered on booted feet that made no sound as they walked, and with them they brought an icy chill that prickled even the High Mage’s flesh. Behind them, the Eld soldiers who had accompanied them were trembling so hard their armor rattled.
With a wave of his hand, Vadim dismissed the soldiers and turned his attention to the six creatures standing before him. They had been Fey once, thendahl’reisen.He had captured them centuries ago, and unlike so many of their brethren who had died in his untender care, they had crossed that final bridge, leaving the Shadowed Path and descending into total Darkness.
They were the Mharog, Fey who had given themselves utterly to evil. Immensely powerful. Utterly merciless. With skin as pale as snow and pure black eyes like bottomless chasms, they were frightening creatures, and even Vadim Maur, who owned their souls, harbored a carefully hidden terror of them.
“You summoned us to serve?” The tallest of the six asked the question. His voice was a whispered song of power, mesmerizing and deadly. Azurel he was called now, though once he’d claimed another name that had been celebrated in the Fading Lands.
“Your old friend Rain Tairen Soul has a truemate.”
A dangerous light sparked in Azurel’s black eyes. During the Mage Wars, he’d been sent by Rain Tairen Soul to fight in the desperate, bloody battle that had delivered him into Mage hands and ultimately drove him down the Dark Path. Over the centuries, Vadim had used that event to batter down thedahl’reisen’sdefenses and breed hatred in his heart for the Fey and for Rain Tairen Soul in particular.
“One of my Mages had captured them, but thedahl’reisenwho’ve harried us for so many years along the borders rescued them. Thedahl’reisenharbor them now.” He’d never sent a force capable of defeating thedahl’reiseninto Celieria before, afraid of tipping his hand, but the need for discretion was over. It was time to release the hunters and let them pursue their prey. “You will track them down, destroy thedahl’reisenvillage, and bring the girl and any survivors to me. The Tairen Soul is yours to kill.”
He gestured to a shadowy corner of his office, where a hard-eyed Mage in rich blue robes stood in silence. A sash heavily laden with jewels of achievement circled his waist several times and hung down to the floor. “This is Primage Dur. He will accompany you, along with two hundred of my Mages and a garrison of my best men into Celieria.”
“Your men will hinder us.”
