Lawrence Watt-Evans - Taking Flight

Spells didn’t work on Irith any more. Wizardry could not affect her. She had challenged wizards to magical duels, and then laughed at them as their spells left her untouched. Any love philtre, potion, or aphrodisiac would be utterly useless on her.

Did Perina know that? Was she trying to trick him?

Or did she have some other purpose in mind?

“I don’t have much money…” he began.

She waved that away. “No, no,” she said, “for you, it’s free.”

“Um … Why?”

“Because I just want to see you youngsters happy, that’s all!”

“Well,” said Kelder, “thank you, I appreciate it, and I’ll think it over.”

“You do that,” she said, as he made his escape, out the door to the stairway.

The question of just why she had made the offer gave him something to think about all the way to the bottom.

The question of Perina’s motives stayed at the back of Kelder’s mind for the rest of the afternoon, nibbling away at his attention as he met Irith at the gate and led her to Senesson’s shop. This time he knocked, and the two of them were admitted to the wizard’s presence.

Senesson was a bent, grey old man; Kelder wondered if he might have found some way to live past his time, but without ever learning any youth spells, because he could easily have been a century old-Ezdral would have seemed to be in the very flower of youthful vigor by comparison. The wizard had no teeth, making his speech hard to understand, and a strand of spittle hung swaying from one corner of his mouth. He cackled when anything amused him, which was often. He leered at Irith in a truly offensive manner, and Kelder could understand why Azraya had stamped out in a rage.

Senesson, who was only recently arrived in Krithimion, claimed to have met Irith before, long ago in another kingdom, but she didn’t recall any such encounter. The wizard invited Kelder to take a seat in the shop while Senesson and Irith talked business in the workroom.

Kelder sat and mulled over Perina’s offer, while in the next room Irith fended off the drooling old fool’s lecherous advances and determined, at least to her own satisfaction, that he knew no countercharm for Fendel’s Infatuous Love Spell. Kelder did pay attention to the conversation, however, and intervened when Senesson’s lust threatened to get out of hand.

Irith was not as angry upon departing as Azraya had been, but she came close.

By the time Kelder and Irith sat down for supper at the Leaping Fish he had come to the conclusion that Perina had either hoped to dupe him into giving Irith some other potion completely, not a love spell at all, or that she had some idea that if he used a love spell to control Irith, she could then control him, and thereby have the services of a remarkable and talented creature at her beck and call.

Kelder was not sure just what Perina would want with a tame shapeshifter, but he supposed there would be uses for one. With that out of the way, he began wondering whether Azraya would show up.

Asha and Ezdral arrived more or less on schedule; Asha was smiling and happy, Ezdral drunk and morose. The old man all but flung himself at Irith when he spotted her, and Kelder saw Irith flicker, as she started to turn herself invisible and then changed her mind.

Kelder pried Ezdral away from her, got the entire party seated around the table, and saw to the distribution of the meal the inn had supplied.

Azraya did not come, and even as he admired the way the lanterns lit Irith’s hair Kelder found himself a little disappointed.

Beautiful women, plural, Zindre had said-Kelder had not immediately thought of Azraya as beautiful, but now he realized that she qualified. Another phrase had been fulfilled, then. If the contents of Perina’s tower counted for strange beasts and mighty magic, then the whole prophecy was coming along nicely. Another great city, another vast plain, then a triumphant return home with Irith as his bride, and he would have made the entire prediction come true.

That was just as well; he was beginning to tire of traveling, of eating and sleeping in inns like the Leaping Fish.

The food was good, if unexciting, and the meal uneventful, save that Ezdral’s hands were so unsteady that he kept dropping things; every so often the clatter of a fork or mutton bone dropped on his plate would interrupt conversation.

After supper, the drunkard passed out on the floor of their L-shaped room before anyone could suggest he sleep elsewhere; Asha took the little featherbed that had been crammed onto the windowseat in the dormer at the narrow end.

That left Irith and Kelder to share the big bed at the other end, out of sight of Asha even should she wake. Ezdral was obviously not going to awaken. The two made good use of this unexpected privacy, their first in days.

“It’s only seven miles to Bugoa Castle,” Irith said as they gathered up their belongings the next morning, “and maybe another eleven or twelve to Syndisha, so we should get at least that far today, shouldn’t we?”

Ezdral groaned, but when Irith looked at him he immediately muttered, “Whatever you want, Irith.”

Asha grimaced, but agreed, “We can do that.”

“Tuyoa is next beyond Syndisha,” Irith went on. “About ten miles, I think. That might be too much.”

“Probably,” Kelder said, glancing at Ezdral.

“From Tuyoa, it’s about eight miles to Shesta, and then about that far again to Lamum,” Irith said, “and Lamum Keep stands on the border between the Small Kingdoms and the Hegemony of Ethshar.”

Kelder nodded, interested.

“Now, traditionally,” Irith said, “they say it’s two days from Lamum to Ethshar-one day to the Inn At The Bridge, and one day from there to the gate.”

“We’re getting close, then,” Kelder said.

Irith shook her head. “Not that close, though, because those days were figured by what an army could march, back during the Great War. It must be ten leagues from Valder’s inn to Westgate.”

Asha groaned at that, and even Kelder hesitated.

“It’s not so bad, from Lamum to the inn,” Irith said. “Maybe eight leagues.”

“Well,” Kelder said, hoisting his pack onto his shoulder, “we’ll see how it goes.”

“Maybe we’ll find a wizard along the way who knows the charm,” Asha said.

Irith replied thoughtfully, “You know, we just might.”

“Oh?” Kelder asked.

“You remember Perina mentioned that Iridith of Ethshar might know? Well, we might see her along the way.”

That was a little vague for Kelder’s liking. “Oh,” he said again.

They made their way out of the town and onto the highway, and had gone no more than half a mile when a familiar voice called, “Hai, Kelder!”

He turned, and found Azraya of Ethshar striding up behind them.

“Azraya!” he called.

Irith gave Kelder a startled look, then eyed Azraya suspiciously. Asha looked mildly interested; Ezdral trudged on, a few feet behind Irith, paying no attention at all.

When the entire party stopped for introductions, Ezdral stopped, but he simply stood, hands at his sides, staring at Irith. One of his hands was twitching, Kelder noticed.

“This is Azraya of Ethshar,” Kelder said in Trader’s Tongue. “We met yesterday.”

Azraya, recognizing her name, bowed politely.

“These are my traveling companions,” he went on in Ethsharitic, uncomfortably aware that Asha didn’t know the language. “This is Irith the Flyer, and Asha of Amramion, and Ezdral…” He paused, then looked at Ezdral’s current condition and said, “Ezdral the Sot.”

Irith made a polite acknowledgment, and Asha followed her lead; Ezdral managed only a ghastly imitation of a smile.