Spellwright Part 47

"But where can we go?" asked Nicodemus. "The wizards will search the caves regardless of what Magistra tells them."

The river G.o.ddess smiled. "Where else can we go," she asked, raising one eyebrow, "but to Heaven Tree Valley?"

CHAPTER Forty-six

The party walked through most of the night. The labyrinthine kobold caverns stretched before them. Some were adorned with luminescent blue lichen. Others housed pools of water that reflected the light of Shannon's flamefly spells.

They stopped in a round cavern near the surface. A fissure in the ceiling revealed a sliver of starry sky. Thick moss made a bed for the weary spellwrights, but Nicodemus's sleep brought only nightmares of Deirdre convulsing as Typhon watched.

In the late morning, they pressed on. Nicodemus argued that they should chase after Deirdre as soon as possible.

At first his words met silence. Then Boann explained why they could not. She was weak and would not grow stronger until reunited with Deirdre. Shannon still suffered from their encounter with Fellwroth; there was no telling how his body would react to the cankers still seeded in his gut.

"And you, Nicodemus, are healthy but unprepared," the G.o.ddess explained. "We must heal and build our forces. You must train and study."

"But for how long?" he asked.

"As long as is needed," the G.o.ddess replied.

Shannon agreed. "Patience is necessary. Think of the emerald. By touching you, the gem regained its full strength. With it, Typhon would be powerful beyond our comprehension. But after four years away from you, the gem will lose its power. If we remain hidden long enough, we deprive Typhon of his most powerful weapon."

Nicodemus objected. "But he might start another dragon spell."

Shannon replied. "There's no 'might' about it. He will begin another dragon, but he won't complete the wyrm. As he said when trying to woo you, he needs seven or eight years with the replenished emerald. So long as we hide from him, he will only have four."

Sighing deeply, Nicodemus let himself be convinced.

Three more days of walking pa.s.sed. They lived off spring water and mushrooms Boann showed them how to find. Twice the G.o.ddess led them up to the surface. Shannon cast Magnus traps to pull trout from the streams.Boann and Nicodemus searched the spa.r.s.e alpine forests for autumnal nuts and berries.

Each night they sat around a campfire, but they never found much to say. Nicodemus stole into the dark to study the magical languages of the Chthonics.

Using the Index, he taught himself Pithan. A powerful language, it produced luminous indigo runes that, like Magnus, could affect the physical world. Because of its logical grammar and spelling rules, Nicodemus's cacography did not impair his ability to spellwrite in Pithan. For that reason he began tattooing wartexts all across his body.

Most nights this work kept him up late, which suited him; his sleep was plagued by bad dreams of Deirdre or Devin.

Often he woke with a pain in his chest. It felt as if his beating heart were wrapped in stiff leather. At such times he closed his eyes and thought of the emerald. Determination and discipline, he decided, were the new guiding stars of his life; they would help him rescue the missing part of himself. Then he could free Deirdre, cure Shannon.

At the beginning of the fifth day, Nicodemus realized that his keloid scars had not cast a Language Prime text to the emerald since he encountered Typhon. When he mentioned this to Boann, she nodded. "When imprisoned by Typhon I learned that your scars seek to communicate with the emerald only when they are within fifty miles or so of each other. Fellwroth might have used that capability to track you, had you fled Starhaven. But now that that Typhon has taken the gem far away, you needn't worry about your scars betraying us while we are in the Pinnacle Mountains."

Nicodemus scowled. "But that means, when we pursue the demon, he will know I am coming."

Boann nodded.

"Might we cut out the scars?"

Boann shook her head sadly. "Not without killing you. When it was extracting your ability to spell, the emerald made the scars to extend down into your spine."

Nicodemus shivered and resisted the urge to touch the back of his neck. The party continued on in silence.

At the end of the seventh day, they camped in a small cavern with a sandy floor. That night, Boann woke them with loud but calm words: "Shannon, Nicodemus, rise quickly. Three kobolds have smelled our fire. They are a mile away and running fast. We don't have long before they attack."

Instantly, Shannon was on his feet, forming a textual connection withAzure and extemporizing powerful Magnus spells. The campfire embers filled the place with a shifting red light.

Nicodemus cast a Shadowganger subtext on himself and was about to cast another on Shannon when three humanoids burst into the cavern.

Loping on all fours, the muscled creatures moved with shocking speed. Their skin was such a deep shade of blue it seemed darker than black. Their long blond ponytails matched their wide golden eyes. Their black claws matched their jagged black teeth.

Shannon cast a blaze of Magnus at each attacker. Two of his wartexts found their mark and detonated. The blasts tossed one kobold into the air and knocked the other flat. But the third monster produced an ax-like spell that shone with indigo light. With a quick swing, the creature burst Shannon's wartext into silver sentence fragments.

Nicodemus's heart went cold. The monster was a kobold spellwright.

Bellowing, the creature stood on his hind feet and rushed at Shannon. The old man tried to cast another Magnus spell but dropped it. Nicodemus threw himself forward and slammed his shoulder into the monster's hip. They tumbled to the ground. Then he was on the kobold, jamming his knee into the monster's throat. The kobold drew his arm back as if to strike with his claws, but Nicodemus pulled a dagger-like Pithan tattoo from his chest. The indigo spell illuminated the kobold's golden eyes now wide with terror. Nicodemus jammed the spell into the monster's shoulder and felt it pierce muscle and sinew.

Shrieking, the kobold thrashed violently enough to shove Nicodemus off. The world spun and then Nicodemus was lying on the sandy ground.

The cavern echoed with howls. Nicodemus pushed himself up to see the kobold spellwright clawing at his ma.s.sive chest. Everywhere the monster had touched Nicodemus, his blue skin bulged with black cankers. Beside the terrified monster were his two companions. Shannon's Magnus spells had covered them with short lacerations, but not killed them.

Nicodemus stood and pulled a long tattooed wartext from his hip. The indigo sentences folded themselves into a jagged broad sword whose spikes danced like flames.

All three kobolds fell perfectly silent and still. The wrestling had dis-pelled part of Nicodemus's subtext, making him visible only from the waist up. He took a step toward the monsters and raised his textual sword.

The kobolds turned and sprinted away.

"Kobolds have prophecies as well," Boann observed when all was quiet again. "They will come back for you, Nicodemus. And when they do, I will have work for them."

But the monsters did not return that night or any other during their journey.

Three days later, toward midday, the party emerged from a tunnel to behold the Heaven Tree.

FIVE MILES IN diameter and almost perfectly circular, Heaven Tree Valley sat within a tight ring of mountains. Indeed the valley walls were so steep that in many places they became small cliffs. Atop these sudden drops stood gra.s.sy plateaus that were home to small herds of white goats. diameter and almost perfectly circular, Heaven Tree Valley sat within a tight ring of mountains. Indeed the valley walls were so steep that in many places they became small cliffs. Atop these sudden drops stood gra.s.sy plateaus that were home to small herds of white goats.

On the valley's far side, a narrow stream tumbled down, pausing in places to form pools and short waterfalls. A lush covering of ferns grew on the surrounding rocks.

The stream flowed into a crescent lake that lay along the valley's northern edge.

Giant roots-each as thick around as a Starhaven tower-grew from the dark waters to stretch toward the valley's center. All across the valley floor the land heaved and bulged among the roots. Small stone walls wound across the valley, enclosing empty fields and ruined shade gardens.

Near the valley's perimeter, stone houses were cl.u.s.tered into homesteads. But the closer the buildings stood to the valley's center, the greater they became in number and size. Around the Heaven Tree's trunk stood a small abandoned city bristling with diminutive towers.

But it was the Heaven Tree itself that most impressed the eye.

From top leaf to taproot, it was easily as tall as most Starhaven towers. From the great trunk grew six limbs at varying heights, all of which hosted leafy canopies the size of rainclouds. Save for the two at its zenith, each ma.s.sive bough reached out to rest its end on a plateau of the valley's steep walls. Around these landings stood the ruins of small villages.

Narrow bridges connected the plateau villages to the boughs. And along each ma.s.sive limb ran a cobblestone road that tunneled into the trunk.

High above them, the cold autumn wind was blowing. It set the upper-most canopies to swaying and so filled the valley with a dappled wash of shifting shade and sunlight.

"So, Nicodemus Weal," Boann asked, "do you think this will make a sufficient home?"

"Home?" He laughed. "It's paradise."

They hiked onto the nearest bough, where exploration revealed that the tunnels carved into the trunk led down to the valley floor. There they found the overgrown gardens teeming with rabbits and the lake filled with trout. In the small city, they claimed a st.u.r.dy building as their new home.

The next day brought a thunderstorm that swelled the stream and filledthe lake with muddy mountain runoff. For days afterward, the Heaven Tree's leaves continued dripping fat raindrops across the valley.

Most mornings Nicodemus spent with Boann. She lectured on history, theology, and politics. Afternoons were for spelling drills in the wizardly languages with Shannon. After dark, he studied the Chthonic languages alone.

Two fortnights pa.s.sed slowly, and then autumn descended upon them with a bout of freezing rain. The cold painted scarlet onto the Heaven Tree's topmost leaves.

Shannon had not once needed to vomit logorrhea bywords. It seemed that Nicodemus had subdued the old man's cankers with the emerald.

As the days grew colder, the leaves farther and farther down the Heaven Tree blushed red. But few ever fell.

It was a time of talking and reflection. After the evening meal, Nicodemus and Shannon often sat before the fire, recounting Simple John's bravery or grieving for Devin.

With only three occupants, the valley could be a lonely place. Lectures and conversations had a way of exhausting themselves into silence.

So on some autumn afternoons, Nicodemus wandered. He scaled every inch of the Heaven Tree and the valley walls, discovering private grottoes and coves. He learned to hunt rabbits and goats, learned to fish the lake's dark waters. But he never learned to cook. Those meals he prepared drew Shannon's increasingly graphic but good-natured ridicule.

Sometimes after evening study, Nicodemus wandered the green valley floor. He would think of Devin or Kyran and grow glum, or of Deirdre and grow impatient. Time pa.s.sed as before, slowly.

Then, one chill night, Nicodemus woke to hear Boann calling his name. Outside their house, he found the G.o.ddess standing in the middle of the cobbled street.

The three moons were full. Their glow filtered through the great boughs to fill the valley in a diffuse light.

"Walk with me down to the lake," the G.o.ddess said in her calm, sing-song voice. Nicodemus followed her out of the small Chthonic city and into a field of waist-high gra.s.s. "Tonight," she said, as they walked, "you begin an education that neither Shannon nor I could give you."

Nicodemus said nothing. They reached a raised, gra.s.sy bank that overlooked the lake. In the moonlight, the usually limpid pool was purest black. Boann turned to him and said, "When we leave this place, you will be in the greatest danger that-"

"G.o.ddess," Nicodemus hissed and sank into a crouch. "Hold very still. Up ahead, on that rock, there's a subtextualized kobold spellwright. Hisprose style is shoddy." He crouched lower in the tall gra.s.s. The figure he could make out shone with dim violet sentences. The kobold was crouched atop a boulder that overlooked the water and, judging by his silhouette, was looking the other direction. "I don't think he's seen us," Nicodemus whispered.

Boann did not move. "They call it warplay," she said calmly. "It teaches young kobolds how to survive their constant tribal wars. I'm telling you this because they believe you are the human prophesied to restore kobolds to the glory they knew before the Neosolar Empire destroyed their kingdoms."

"Keep your voice down," Nicodemus whispered and pulled the tattooed attack spell from his hip. Holding it low in the gra.s.s to hide its shine, he let the text fold into a flickering broadsword.

"Each night, they will teach you a new lesson. Tonight's lesson, I believe, is the tactical importance of a decoy."

Nicodemus froze and then looked up at the G.o.ddess. "A deco-"

The charging kobold hit him from behind and wrapped two cloth-covered arms around his chest. The force of the tackle knocked the indigo sword from Nicodemus's hands and launched both of them into the air. There was a horrible moment of falling as the kobold bellowed out victory. Then they struck lake water with a jarring splash. Twisting violently, Nicodemus slammed his fist into what he a.s.sumed was the monster's face and reached for a blasting spell he had tattooed down his back.

BOANN WATCHED N NICODEMUS and the kobold splash into the lake. Beside her Shannon and an ancient kobold chieftain deconstructed their subtexts. Shannon cleared his throat. "Was it truly necessary to deceive the boy? At least we could have told him that you had spoken with the kobold tribe." and the kobold splash into the lake. Beside her Shannon and an ancient kobold chieftain deconstructed their subtexts. Shannon cleared his throat. "Was it truly necessary to deceive the boy? At least we could have told him that you had spoken with the kobold tribe."

Boann shook her head. "Now he will never forget this lesson."

Shannon frowned as his parrot eyed the water under which Nicodemus had disappeared. "You are sure this warplay won't kill him?"

Just then a blast of what looked like indigo fire erupted from the lake's surface. Because she was a G.o.ddess, Boann could see all magical languages. Presently, she watched the shockwave of Nicodemus's spell blow water and the kobold attacker high into the air. The yelling humanoid landed on the muddy bank with a thud. An instant later, a sputtering Nicodemus emerged in the shallows. He was stripped to the waist and peeling a wartext from his side.

"Yes, Magister, quite sure it won't kill him," Boann said dryly. "I'm more concerned he will kill one of his instructors."

The chieftain sniffed in disdain. "Any kobold who could be killed by a human new to skinwriting, savior or no, deserves to die."

Boann smiled tightly. "And how good is Nicodemus in your languages?"

The gnarled kobold scratched his beardless chin. "Considering he has been skinwriting for only a season, he is the best I have seen."

Shannon spoke up. "And that troubles me. His disability in the wizardly languages is growing worse. He cannot control even simple spells now."

"Magister! Boann!" Nicodemus yelled from the water. "There are kobolds all around!" Two more subtextualized kobolds were stalking the sh.o.r.e. The monster he had thrown off with the blast spell had regained his feet.

Boann called down to Nicodemus. "Tonight, your task is to avoid capture. If you can make it to sunrise without being tied up or killed you are doing well."

The boy had covered himself with plates of violet light, textual armor, she guessed. He seemed about to answer her when the kobolds charged.

The chieftain nodded at the blast and counter-blast of textual battle. "This is excellent. Now we shall teach him evasion and stealth. In late autumn we shall put warriors under his charge and teach him to lead. He will compete in this year's New Moon War. Then other tribes will witness his power and know that we have found our savior at last."

Shannon was scowling. "That would slow his training in the wizardly languages and delay his attempt to learn more about his new Language Prime fluency."

Boann waved this comment away. "Those can wait. After so much loss, he will benefit from a taste of success and a chance to become a leader." She looked at Shannon. "Besides, if he is to survive outside of this valley, he will need time for the lessons of warplay to become instinct."

Shannon narrowed his white eyes. "So let us teach him to survive, but why turn him into some kind of warlord?"

"Not a warlord," Boann corrected, "but a commander. His half-sister is presently being tutored by Trillinonish generals and Ixonian admirals. She is the one who will lead humanity's forces in the War of Disjunction. But before she does that, she must track down and kill the Language Prime spellwright who enabled Typhon to write the dragon that attacked Trillinon. I doubt she knows that she is training to kill her half-brother."

Just then the kobolds yelped as Nicodemus cast an indigo shockwave that knocked them over. Wasting no time, the boy sprinted away down the lake sh.o.r.e. The kobolds struggled to their feet and hallooed a hunting call as they ran in pursuit.

"Compared to her agents, these kobolds will seem mild as kittens. And don't forget that Typhon will have a half-completed dragon at hiscommand," Boann said to Shannon. "We must do this to keep him alive long enough to fight in the War of Disjunction."

Shannon pulled a silvery dreadlock from his face. "Perhaps this training will keep his body alive, but what will it do to his soul?"

Boann looked back to the lake and thought about this. "Shannon, my new friend," she said after a moment, "I don't know."