Bro followed quietly. He'd aged a lifetime when Shali died. Now he'd shed those years, becoming a child again, doing what his father told him to do, just as he'd done when he was a little boy. He'd taken the wrong turn someplace, but he hadn't seen a better path. When he looked over his shoulder, he didn't see any path at all. 13
The city of Velprintalar, in Aglarond Nearing midnight, the fifteenth day of Eleasias, The Year of the Banner (1368DR)
Order had been restored to the Simbul's privy chambers at a cost measured in pride rather than possessions, although the thorn branch was gone, crushed to dust along with its crystal case.
That had hurt.
Alassra stood with her back against the doorjamb between her workroom and its antechamber while Alustriel's skilled fingers directed the last of the dust out the open window.
"You are astonishing," Alassra said in a determinedly neutral tone.
"It must run in the family." The elder sister shrugged. "Well, at least you'll be able to find what you're looking for now—for a few months."
"Nonsense. It will take me at least a year before I know where anything is." She entered the antechamber. "Tea?"
Alustriel followed Alassra. A plain clay pot simmered on the brazier. Fruit and a plate of cold, sliced meat sat on a table beside it. The sisters ate in silence, until Alustriel broke it.
"So, tell me, what was a little girl doing here, and why, by Mystra's mercy, did you leave her alone?"
Alassra set down her cup. "Because it seemed like a good idea at the time? I told you: There was a problem in a village. There were loose ends and I had to get them tied up quickly. I intended to be back before now. Cold tea and crumpets, Alustriel! The child was exhausted. I thought I was right, letting it sleep—"
"Her, 'Las. Letting her sleep."
"Don't goad me," the storm queen warned. "The child has seen terrible things. You're the one who says children heal while they're sleeping. She was already asleep. I sang her a lullaby cantrip. I thought it would keep her asleep until I got back."
Alustriel sighed. "Babies. I'm sure I said babies. Babies sleep most of the time, but even they wake up every few hours. That little girl is seven years old; she's not a baby. A lullaby cantrip won't work on a seven year old, not for long anyway. And you left her here, in these rooms! There must be a thousand ways for a child to hurt herself here."
"How was I to know she hadn't been properly raised? If she had, she wouldn't have touched anything."
"Tell that to the Witches of Rashemen!"
Alassra opened her mouth and closed it again.
"We can be grateful," Alustriel continued, "that all Tay-Fay did was open a window. That started the between whirling. I'm surprised you didn't hear."
"I was busy. I made a mistake; I can see that, but the child was here because every adult in her village had died at Red Wizard hands. I was trying to get her, a brother, and a horse set to rights."
"A horse? You haven't said anything about a horse. El's infamous birthday gift?"
Alassra simmered, then cooled. "Yes, that horse, in that village. The wizards found out... Oh, never mind: It's too complicated." Alassra poured more tea. Her sisters didn't know about Lailomun; the family needed a few kept secrets.
"Boesild said there were fresh problems with Thay."
"He told you about Nethra?" Alassra asked.
Alustriel nodded. "Something is different in Aglarond, 'Las. You didn't sense a breach in your own bolt-hole?"
"I said I was busy. If Boesild told you about Nethra, you can understand those corpses took all my concentration."
"Of course. But I noticed a difference as soon as I got here."
Alassra swallowed pride with her tea. "Thayan?" she asked, all but conceding that she'd grown so accustomed to Red Wizard incursions that she no longer trusted her ability to detect a new one.
"I'm not sure. What I felt was wild, like the wind before a summer storm."
They both looked out the window where distant lightning silently streaked the sky above the Inner Sea. At this time of year it was sometimes hard for any wizard to sense the difference between man- made magic and the natural interaction between sunlight and salt water. Then Alustriel said:
"If it bears the mark of anything, it bears the mark of the wilderness. I've felt something similar in the High Forest south of Silverymoon."
"The Yuirwood," Alassra sighed. "Something's rising in the Yuirwood." She'd known that—or she should have—when she first heard the colt's name, certainly when she'd found herself deep in both the forest and the past. Suddenly, talking about children seemed preferable again. "What did you do with the child?"
"Why, you don't even know her name, do you? It's Taefaeli."
"She was asleep! I saw no need to wake her up with foolish questions."
