Barbara Hambly - 04 Mother Of Winter

"What'd you do, kid?" Rudy asked. He trod halfway down the passageway to meet her, led her back gently into the Aisle. "How'd you keep them off you?" She shook her head, too upset to lie or posture or pose. "I didn't!" she sobbed. "They didn't keep off me! One of them stepped on me, look-" "But they didn't kill you." Rudy looked out again onto the steps, where Guards were pushing and nudging the twitching remains down into a pile.

He wondered how big another tub of vitriol was going to make in the sulfur supply and whether someone could be sent back to Gae to look for more. Which they'd carry here in their pockets? "Those things kill wizards, kid," he said, as Scala stared past him, fascinated and repelled. "They attacked the Gettlesand Keep in force; I think they've been following Wend and Ilea... They just stayed off you?"

Site nodded slowly. A kind of smugness crept back into hot face, a look of pleased calculation in her eyes, as she begun to understand. "You mean I have some kind of magic I don't even know about? Something that keeps them off?" "Looks like it," Rudy said. His arm slipped from her shoulders and he was suddenly conscious of a desire to slap her.

"You see!" Varkis Hogshearer pushed his way through the Guards, threw his arms around his daughter, and hugged her close. "You see, Master Know-It-All! You've got to give her true teaching now!" He hugged his daughter convulsively tight, then looked back at Rudy with righteous fury in him pouchy eyes. "I knew my girl would put you to shame! She's the one who can defend against those things, the one who saved your life, saved your life, you understand, and maybe the lives of-"

"Just because they goddamn tripped over her doesn't mean she can kill them," Rudy retorted. "And she didn't save my life-she didn't do a damn thing! Those things kill wizards- "

"Are you saying my girl isn't a wizard?" Hogshearer bellowed in fury. "You're jealous, is all! Jealous of the power she'll one day have! You're seeking to keep her down!"

He put his arm possessively around her, and the two of them pushed their way through the crowd in the Gate Passage, to where Koram Biggar and Lady Sketh were waiting for them. "Of all the nerve," Lady Sketh muttered, enveloping Scala in a motherly hug. "You'll show him one day, Scala."

"Now, don't you tell him a thing about what you did, you hear me, girl?" Their voices faded as they retreated into the shadows of the Aisle. "Not until he treats you right.. ."

"Yes, Daddy." She glanced over her shoulder at Rudy. There was a look of scared uncertainty in her eyes.

In the sunlight at the foot of the steps, people were exclaiming over the deformed animals. Rudy looked down at the fang-gouges in his boot and worked his fingers into the slash to make sure it hadn't broken skin-Gil's illness, and Ingold's account of the poison sacs on the thing that had hurt her, weighed uneasily in his mind.

But there was no blood on the torn wool of his trousers. Rudy sighed, and took the porcelain water bowl from his pocket, turning it over in his hands.

Are you saying my girl isn't a wizard?

Thoughtful and very troubled, Rudy walked slowly back to his workroom, and wondered if any of the suspicions forming in his mind were, or could be, true.

That night, Rudy sat at the scrying table with the record crystals of magic and Gil's parchment notes, searching for the Bald Lady.

She appeared on two crystals, a total of six times. Rudy had been interested to note, when first they identified the various mages, that in her demonstrations of the more powerful spells-including the one he and Ingold had never been able to figure out-she was younger.

Rudy had even asked whether that indecipherable spell was a restoration of youth.

But Ingold had shaken his head: "In my younger days, if asked to be on such a-a video, as Gil calls it-I'd have chosen a spell of great complexity and power, too," he had said. "Now, I'd do exactly what she's doing in those demonstrations when she's older: demonstrate the basic circles of power, the elementary formation of the Runes and sigils upon which all magic technique is founded. If those aren't learned properly, all one's later spells will be flawed with weaknesses that have a habit of manifesting themselves at the worst conceivable times."

In one long demonstration she cured an adolescent boy of madness-Gil had identified it as hysterical obsession, but added that she'd never been a psych student. Watching the Bald Lady now, Rudy could see her gentleness, her patience, the calm and luminous serenity of her eyes, which were the color of the ocean on the morning after a storm.

Four of the next vignettes were performed in the same room, a circular white belvedere in what appeared to be a town garden. The shelves between its many tall windows were stacked with record crystals and scrolls, the pickled pine table neatly piled with wax note-tablets and bits of slate. Movable blinds of what appeared to be plain white linen, like Chinese sails, modified the windows' light. Ingold had no idea what her name was.

This was the room in which she appeared in the last, and longest, vignette. Silent, as they all were silent, the Bald Lady sat at her table with a great armillary sphere of jewels and gold before her, explaining something with a desperate earnestness in her sea-dark eyes.

A sliver of night was visible around one of the window blinds. The room was drenched in witchlight, glittering in the interlocking circles of the armillary, in the jewels that marked the positions of certain critical stars.

The stars deemed important differed in some cases from those in Ingold's armillary or the ones he had worked with in Quo, he and Rudy had yet to determine why. The woman moved the various concentric rings, the long arms that showed comentary courses swinging free, catching light like nervous fireflies. The intricate workings of gyroscopic wire and gears rearranged themselves, showing now this configuration, now that.

She pointed, explained, gestured with those long, delicate, sigil-traced fingers, and her eyes were filled with a most terrible fear. This is important, pleaded the sea-dark gaze. You have to believe me. You have to believe.

She picked up a scarf of gray silk, no thicker than a breath of smoke, and drew it between two circles, demonstrating, something. You have to believe.

I believe you, Rudy thought helplessly. I'd believe you if I could. The image ran its course and faded, and he found himself staring into the central crystal of the scrying table, at the small purplish glow that lived at its heart. And he thought, The Cylinder in the center of this table is the same as the Cylinder Ingold found in Penambra. He didn't know why he hadn't seen that before.

He removed the Penambra Cylinder from the pocket of his vest and set it on top of the slick black stone of the scrying table. It was precisely the diameter of the drumlike table's central crystal, which was, in repose, clear as glass. Well, I'll be buggered. After a moment's thought Rudy stood, his bones aching still with the exertion of the magic he had called upon that day. Tiredness pulled at him, whispering to him that what he really wanted to do was lie down on the bed and pass out. He felt hungry, but not as hungry as he had been last week. Not a good sign.

He made himself cross to the cupboard, fumble apart the Ward-spells, and put away the record crystals. It seemed to take him a long time to remake the guards. He put his head through the doorway of the watchroom and saw, as he'd hoped, the

Icefalcon practicing his knife-throwing, using as a target Melantrys, who was waxing her belts and scabbards.

"There's still nothing," the woman was saying as she reached to the hearth to daub up another ragful of wax, and the Icefalcon's dagger buried itself in the wall where her back had been half a second before-not bad, Rudy thought, considering the only illumination in the chamber came from the hearth and a couple of torches. She pulled it out and slid it back hilt-first across the floor to him. The plaster was chipped and pocked with a thousand cuts, old and recent, knife and ax and Patriot missile for all Rudy knew. "How long does it take for animals to come back to the woods after an ice storm?"