Magic's Price by Mercedes Lackey Page B

amusement factor.”
    â€œThat’s good—as far as it goes.” Lissandra reached out and touched the globe in the center with an expression of bemusement. “But it doesn’t let us know we have mages working on our territory, not unless you can get the vrondi to tell us.”
    â€œI do have some other plans,” Vanyel admitted. “I’d like to get the vrondi to react to strange mages with alarm—and since they’re now bound into the Web, that in itself would feed back to the Heralds. But I haven’t got that part worked out yet. I don’t want them to react that way to Herald-Mages, for one thing, and for another, I’m not sure the vrondi are capable of telling mages apart.”
    â€œNeither am I,” Savil said dubiously. “Seems to me it’s enough to let mages know they’re being watched. If you’re guilty, that alone is enough to make you jumpy.”
    Kilchas had managed to stand up while they were talking; he reached for the globe and tried to pick it up. His expression of surprise when he couldn’t made Vanyel chuckle weakly.
    â€œThat’s a heart-stone now,” he said apologetically. “It’s fused to the table, and the table is fused to the stone of the Palace and the bedrock beneath it.”
    â€œOh,” Kilchas replied, sitting down with a thump. Vanyel banished the shields, then turned to the only person in the room who hadn’t yet spoken a single word.
    Van leaned against the back of his chair, and faced Tantras. “Well?” he asked.
    Tran nodded. “It’s there, all right. There’s something there that wasn’t a part of of me before—”
    â€œWhat about the trouble-spots?” Vanyel asked.
    The other Herald closed his eyes, and frowned with concentration. “I’m trying to think of a map,” he said, finally. “I’m working my way around the Border. It’s like Reading an object; I get a kind of sick feeling when I come up on some place where there’re problems. I’ll bet it would be even more accurate if I had a real map.”
    Vanyel sighed, and slumped his shoulders, allowing his exhaustion to catch up with him. “Then we did it.”
    â€œI never doubted it,” Savil retorted.
    :Nor I,: said the familiar voice in his head.
    â€œThen it’s time for me to go fall on my nose; I think I’ve earned it.” Vanyel got to his feet, feeling every joint ache. “I think all of us have earned it.”
    â€œAye to that.” Lissandra copied him; Kilchas levered himself up with the aid of the table, and Savil needed Tantras’ help to get her onto her feet. Vanyel headed for the door and pulled it open, leaving the others to take care of themselves. Right now all he could think about was his bed—and how badly he needed it.
    He walked wearily down the corridor leading out of the Old Palace and toward his quarters, doing his best not to stagger. He was so tired that it would probably look as if he was drunk, and that wouldn’t do the Heraldic reputation any good....
    :Oh, I don’t know,: Yfandes chuckled. :You might get more invitations to pasties that way.:
    :I might. But would they be parties I’d want to attend?:
    :Probably not,: she acknowledged.
    It didn’t occur to him until he was most of the way to the Herald’s Wing that his bed might not be unoccupied....
    But it was; he pulled his door open to find his room empty, the bed made, and no sign of his visitor anywhere. Evidently the servants had already cleaned and tidied his quarters; there was nothing out of the ordinary about the room.
    He clung to the doorframe, surprised by his own disappointment that the young Bard hadn’t at least stayed long enough to make some arrangements to get together again.
    This time with a little less wine....
    That disappointment made no sense; he’d only met the boy last night. And he couldn’t afford