next.
Magma, magma, rise in tubes from the mantle deep belowâ¦
The explanation of that was worse than the one before, perhaps because this explanation Secca understood. Sheâd talked about the creation of the Zauberinfeuer with Anna, and about the Circle of Fire in Mansuur, and even the glowing mountains of Sturinn.
âWith each spell you become more ashen,â Alcaren observed. âAnd with each you sigh more loudly. Surely, those spells cannot be so tiresome.â
âNot tiresome. Terrible. You should read them,â Secca suggested. âRead this one, and Annaâs notes.â She thrust the two sheets at her consort.
Alcaren read the age-yellowed sheet, a parchment probably dating from Annaâs early years as regent. Finally, he looked up. He swallowed. âI read the words, but they mean nothing. That is, except for the last part, and that is indeed terrible.â
Secca nodded.
âNone of this she ever used?â
âNothing as fearsome as that one. Some of the others, I do not know. I donât know of a time when she did, but she didnât tell me everything, especially when I was young and learning sorcery. After her first years as regent, as I told you, she engaged in more shadow sorcery. Because it was in the shadows, few would even know that such sorcery had been practiced.â
âThe Ladies of the Shadows have more to fear than I would have thought,â Alcaren said slowly.
âIf youâd read all of these, youâd understand more.â
âDid you not knowâabout these?â
Secca laughed, ruefully. âOf course I did. I used one of them to kill the sailors and lancers on the Sturinnese ships we captured for the Matriarch. That was bad enough, as you know. Iâd hoped not to use more. Itâs one thing when you read something, no matter how terrible it might be, and another when you look at it and think that you may have to sing it to save yourself or your forces or your land.â
She extended her hand and took back the two sheets from Alcaren, easing them all into the folder and closing it. âFor a time, I will try my own efforts.â
Alcaren looked down at the paper before him. âMine are childâs rhymes against yours.â
âYouâll do better with practice.â
âPerchance.â
Secca looked at the blank sheet before her.
Archersâ¦archers? What other spell did Secca have that could strike at a distance, that would not be so terrible as those Anna had developed? Secca had done it with the Sturinnese fleet. Could she adapt that spell? Use the wind from a distance before the archers got too close?
She began to write, slowly at first.
Clouds to form and winds to rise
like a caldron in our skies .
Build a storm with winds swirling throughâ¦
She crossed out the words in the third line, then tried another set. They didnât fit the note values, either.
She paused. This timeâ¦this timeâ¦she might avoid the spells Anna had created. But, even if she could develop this spellâand use itâagainst the Sturinnese, could she again before they had a defense? Or would she have to create ever greater, ever more devastating sorceries? Or use those Anna had already developed?
Even as she tried not to sigh, she found herself moistening her lips.
18
The wind had died away earlier, and the peasantâs cottage was warmer than on the previous days, with the afternoon sun falling on the south wall of the dwelling directly enough that the fired mud bricks carried gentle heat into the large room. As the seventh glass of the day passed, in the period between midafternoon and late afternoon, Secca and the others of her informal council watched as Richina sang the scrying spell.
âShow us now and in this dayâs light
the closest Sturinnese that we might fightâ¦â
The image in the glass showed the Sturinnese in a small hamlet, with horses being led into corrals, or
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