Swordless, Tisala disappeared into the maze of Estian, leaving no trail for the king's men to follow.
Chapter 2
2 - WARDWICK AT HUROG
I've found that after the harvest is finished, I have time for renewing old acquaintances and discussing politics.
"You're cheating," Oreg said, and pain seared down my vision, weakening me until the flame I'd lit on the bowl of water flickered a sad, faded yellow and died. "I told you not to draw on Hurog - you might find yourself somewhere else when you need magic, and then where would you be?"
I wiped sweat off my forehead and glared at him. He looked more like a young man with dark hair and pale violet eyes than an old dragon, but appearances often lie - something I've found to be useful myself. Oreg looked young and vulnerable, and I looked big and dumb. Neither happened to be true.
Oreg ignored my wrath and nodded at the bowl. "Try it again, Ward."
He maintained the shield that separated me from Hurog's magic, and the pain made it difficult to work what power I had left. Losing touch with Hurog hurt.
"Concentrate, Ward."
Over the past few years I'd grown to hate those words. But working magic with Oreg had become my refuge when the pressures of running Hurog grew too great. It's not easy to rebuild a keep.
Technically, Hurog, lands and keep, belonged to my uncle, Duraugh. But four years ago, my uncle proclaimed me Hurogmeten in my dead father's place. Ironically it was Hurog, not my uncle's richer estate, Iftahar, that gave him power to do so - for Hurog, which had lain in ruins by my own actions, was the heart of Shavig, northernmost of the Five Kingdoms of Tallvenish Rule. If my uncle, Duraugh of Hurog, called me Hurogmeten, then all of Shavig was prepared to go to war in defense of that proclamation.
King Jakoven, unwilling to begin a civil war when his seat was so uncertain on the throne, ignored Hurog. I stayed on Hurog land, where ignoring me was easier.
But even if my uncle had not returned Hurog to me, it would still have been mine, by bond of blood and bone.
I looked at the bowl of water and envisioned a flame roaring from the surface. My world narrowed to the water in the bowl. Something shifted in my head, and the stone bowl cracked as flame rained to the floor borne by a sheet of water. Power roared from the soles of my feet through the hair on the top of my head, and I shook with the effort of redirecting it back to where it had come.
When at last I stood empty, I realized the sound I heard was Oreg laughing.
He waved at the fire and it dissipated, leaving only a damp spot on the flagstone floor of the guard tower.
"If you can break through my shielding," he said, still fair hiccupping with laughter, "I suppose there's a fair chance you can pull magic from Hurog wherever you happen to be."
I felt a surge of triumph replace the emptiness, and I grinned at him. "I broke your magic?"
"Hurog broke through my spell when you called it," he corrected, and his humor gave way to bemusement.
I picked up the pieces of the bowl and set them on a small table. "Hurog's magic feels different to me than it did before I killed you," I said. I knew it sounded odd, but I never forgot that I had killed him. He just hadn't died the way we both had expected him to.
"Different how?" He perched on the edge of the only stool in the tower. We'd furnished it sparsely so that there would be less to burn when my magic went awry. The tower was one of six on the wall surrounding the keep proper, so there was only stone nearby. The scorched bits of rock on the tower wall proved the wisdom of Oreg's choice of classroom. Almost four years of work and I still had occasional, and spectacular, miscalculations.
"Do you remember Menogue?" I asked. The hill with Aethervon's temple stood deserted outside of Estian - deserted by people, that is. We'd had a vivid demonstration that Aethervon had not left the holy temple when his priests had died a few centuries ago.
"Yes."
"The magic here at Hurog isn't as focused as that was, but I sometimes feel as if there's some intelligence behind it." I looked at him. "Something that might break your shielding when I