together, chewing on the sustaining but insipid food, he laid before her the whole story of what he had discovered at Lormt. She listened without question until had done, and then she nodded.
âI can give you this further proof of your mystery, brother. For the past hour, before we reached this spot, I was riding blindââ
âWhat do you mean?â
She met my eyes gravely. âJust what I said, Kyllan. I rode through a mist. Oh, it was broken now and thenâI could make out a tree, a bush, rocks. But for the most part it was a fog.â
âBut you said nothing!â
âNo, because watching the two of you, I knew it must be some form of illusion which did not trouble you.â She wrapped the part of cake she still held in its protecting napkin and restored it to saddle bag. âAnd it was also not born of anything they had unleashed against us. You say we do not have this block about the east because we are of mixed heritage. That is good sense. But it would also seem that my witch training mayhap has produced a measure of it to confuse me. Perhaps had I taken the oath and become wholly one of them I could not pierce it at all.â
âWhat if it gets worse for you?â I blurted out my growing concern.
âThen you shall lead me,â she returned tranquilly. âIf it is some long ago induced blank-out, I do not believe it will lastâexcept over the barrier itself, through the mountains. But now I also agree with you, Kemoc. They will relax their hunt, for they will confidently believe that we shall be turned back. They do not realize that at least two of us can go clearsighted into their nothingness!â
I could not share her confidence completely, but also I had learned as a Borderer that worry over what might be never added a single second to a manâs life, nor changed his future for well or ill. I had not encountered Kaththeaâs mist, nor had Kemoc. And her explanation for that was reasonable. But could we continue to be so free? Trailing over mountain tracks with impaired vision was a desperate thing.
Kemoc asked a question forming in my own mind. âThis mistâof what manner is it? And you say . . . not complete?â
Kaththea shook her head. âNo, and sometimes I think it is a matter of will. If I fasten on something which is only a shadow and sharpen my will, I see it the clearer. But that requires a concentration which might work against us.â
âHow so?â I demanded.
âBecause I must listenââ
âListen?â My head came up and now I strained to hear too.
âNot with ears,â she replied quickly, âbut with the inner hearing. They are not moving against us now; they are content to wait. But will they remain so the farther we go eastward, when they at last know that we are not contained by their long set boundries? Do not think they will ever give up.â
âHas there ever before been one who refused witchhood, I wonder?â Kemoc asked musingly. âThe Council must be as startled by your flight as if one of the stones of Es City spoke out against them. But why should they wish to keep you against your will?â
âIt is simple enoughâI am not of their same pattern. At first they did not push too hard to have me because of that very thing. There were those in the Council who believed I would be a disrupting influence should they strive to make me one with them. Then, as the menace of Karsten grew worse, they were ready to grasp at any promise, no matter how small, of adding in some way to the sum total of the Power. Thus, they would have me to study, to see if through me any new gates might be opened, that the basic amount of their long treasured force be increased. But as long as I would not take the oath, become one with them in a surrendering of self, they could not use me as they wished. Yet I could not delay such a step too long. There was thisââ She paused,
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