smoke billowed across the field, muffling the sounds of defeat and triumph all around her. Somehow, they would have to regroup but first they had to understand why their magic had failed so catastrophically.
Exhausted and aching, bleeding and strained, Dila pulled herself to her knees and began to crawl from the battlefield, waiting for the moment when the DeathHail ceased and she could run. Bodies lay thick on the ground before her. Some were moving, most were not. To her left, a further detachment of cavalry galloped out to support Izack. But on the rise in front of the camp she could see a line of men and elves just standing and staring in disbelief at the disaster that had swamped them all.
Yniss himself would have to smile on them if they were to turn the tide now.
The great hall at the top of Lystern’s squat, wide college tower felt chill despite the warmth of the day and the sunlight streaming through the ornate stained-glass windows that overlooked the huge circular table.
In an arc surrounding the Lord Elder Mage, Heryst, sat the four mages who made up the law council. All old men, all trusted advisers of the relatively young college and city ruler. Opposite them, The Raven were gathered around Darrick, who stood at their centre while they sat, listening to the charges laid against him. Otherwise, but for fifteen college guardsmen and a gaggle of clerks and monitor mages, the hall was empty, its spectacular domed and timbered roof ringing hollow.
Hirad Coldheart couldn’t shake off a fundamental sense of wrong. It pervaded his every sense and had settled like a cloying web over his body. He had already been reminded twice of court protocol and now The Unknown Warrior left a restraining hand on his shoulder, keeping him in his seat. He had been promised his say but he couldn’t shift the notion that it would be after any decision had been made in the minds of those opposite him. Not Heryst, the law council.
Darrick, of course, had remained impeccably disciplined throughout. Former General of the Lysternan armies and now accused of desertion, treason and cowardice he had returned to the college of his own free will to answer the charges. And nothing The Raven could say about the timing of his decision, and which priorities they felt he should place higher, carried any weight whatever.
He was a deeply principled man and for him, clearing his name transcended any action The Raven wanted to undertake. Those principles were one of the things that made him such a valuable addition to The Raven. But they were also a frustration Hirad found difficult to bear. So much remained to be done and he felt they were wasting time. Events were moving fast and they couldn’t afford to be left behind.
Heryst looked round from a brief whispered conversation with the law mages. Two were frowning, one shaking his head, the fourth impassive.
‘At this juncture,’ said the Lord Elder Mage, ‘we will drop the charge of treason. It is clear that your intention was not to act against Lystern. Indeed your assertion that our alliance with Dordover at the time was the potentially more treasonable act is one we cannot counteract with any great surety. Endangering the men under your command by virtue of that treason is therefore also dismissed.
‘But the charges of desertion and cowardice must stand and you will answer them.’
Hirad opened his mouth but The Unknown squeezed his shoulder.
‘Ridiculous,’ muttered the barbarian.
‘I know,’ said The Unknown.
‘I laugh at any suggestion of cowardice,’ said Darrick. ‘But within the laws of Lystern, I am guilty of desertion. That is not in dispute.’
‘That is not a clever opening to your defence,’ said Denser.
Darrick looked to his right long enough to spear the Raven’s Xeteskian mage with the stare that had sent a thousand raw recruits’ pulses stuttering before he continued.
‘It was desertion,’ affirmed Darrick. ‘But the circumstances mitigate my actions and indeed made my decision the only honourable one.’
‘There is no precedence for mitigation,’ rumbled one of the law mages, a heavy-jowled man with eyes sunk deep into fleshy sockets.
‘Then precedence must be set by this hearing,’ said Darrick, betraying no hint of his emotions. ‘Because this was not desertion through cowardice or fear. Neither was it desertion that in any way increased the risk to the men in my command. In peacetime, it would have been considered resignation on principle.’
‘But this was not peacetime,’ continued the mage. ‘And you were facing