Gil looked thoughtful. 'You mean this whole Keep operates on the principle of a giant footwarmer?
'Essentially.'
'Fantastic,' Rudy said, turning away from them to investigate the bits and pieces of glass and metalwork that strewed the table behind him. Aide reached tentatively around Gil's arm to remove the glowing polyhedron from her hands.
'Do you know what this really means? she asked softly. 'It means no more wandering around the corridors in the dark... or
worry about setting the place on fire...'
'It means I won't have to go blind from reading those goddam books by the light of aspoonful of burning Crisco, is what it means.' Gil was about to take another crystal polyhedron from the table when she froze, her movement arrested halfway. 'What the hell...?'
Rudy turned from the table, his face glowing with pride. Hefted in his hands were four or five of the miscellaneous objects Aide had brought up from the lab, now fitted together, ends and pieces mating to form something very similar to a huge and clumsy rifle.
'What is it? Aide walked around the thing, passing in front of the muzzle with the unconcern of one who had never entertained the concept of a gun in her life. Rudy instinctively raised the muzzle to avoid pointing it at her.
'It's a - a -' There was no word for it in the Wathe. 'It shoots things out of the hole at the end there.'
'Shoots what? Gil demanded, coming over to look. She touched the large glass bubble that fitted into the fluid curve of the stock. 'What kind of firing chamber does it have?
Rudy peered down the hoselike barrel. 'I don't know,' he said, 'but I can guess.' He set the gun upright at his side, like a rifleman on parade. 'My guess is that it shoots fire. What other kind of gun would you use on the Dark?
'It's a flame thrower.' There were words in the Wathe for that.
'Yeah. And my guess is that it worked on magic.'
'You mean,' Aide broke in excitedly, 'that this - flame thrower - could spurt fire out of the end?
'With the barrel to channel it,' Ingold mused, taking the gun and sighting awkwardly along the barrel, his hands competent on the smooth, triggerless stock. 'The flame could go much
farther than a wizard could throw it. But what would fuel such a flame?
'I don't know,' Rudy said eagerly, his voice rising with excitement, 'but if there's a laboratory downstairs, I'm sure as hell gonna find out. Ingold, think about it! You've been telling me all along about a - a third echelon of the mageborn, about people who don't have but maybe one little bit of power. The firebringers and goodwords and finders, people who never developed their skill because the Church frowned on it and there were either trained wizards or just ordinary human civilization to cover for them. But it isn't like that anymore. I bet we could get up a flame thrower corps between the wizards we have here and the firebringers we could round up in the Keep! Ingold, this is it! We didn't have to trek out to Quo at all! The answer was right here all the time!'
'If this is the answer,' Thoth said in his driest voice, Vhy was it not used upon the Dark three thousand years ago?
Brought up short, Rudy looked uncertain and deflated.
The Recorder of Quo folded bony arms, his yellow eyes glittering in the gloom. 'In all of our researches at Quo, I found no mention of such a thing being used against the Dark. It is my belief that you hold in your hands an experiment that failed.'
'Or that was never performed,' Aide said suddenly. 'Because - well, Gil and I have found lots of places here, the labs downstairs especially, but the pump rooms, too, that look as if they were abandoned very quickly. They didn't get taken over by other things. They were just locked up and left.'
'But why?'asked Kara, who had been standing quietly all this time, watching Kta pick through the smaller jewels in their boxes on the table.
'I don't know,' Aide replied, 'but I think something happened to the the engineer-wizards who built the Keep. I think the Church had them exiled or killed. If it happened suddenly, they might have left the flame throwers downstairs and never
returned to finish them.'
'That's hardly intelligent,' Kara protested.
'Neither was imprisoning me in the vaults beneath Karst on the eve of an attack by the Dark,' Ingold pointed out acidly. 'But we are dealing with fanatics... or with a fanatic, in this case.'
There was an uncomfortable silence. Rudy cleared his throat. 'Uh - how much chance would you say there is of that happening again?
Ingold's eyes glinted with mischief. 'Worried?
'No - I mean, yes. I mean...'
'Don't be - yet. We have convinced Alwir that we have our uses, without which his invasion of the Nests must come to a standstill.'
'What? Rudy asked bluntly. 'We're all the magic he's got and, present company excepted, it ain't much.'
'Really, Rudy,' Ingold said, and there was an echo of the old serenity, the old control, in the droop of his heavy eyelids. 'What else would a Wizards' Corps be for? Military intelligence, of course.'
'Holy hell,' Rudy whispered.
'Ingold!' Dakis the Minstrel's voice called down the short passageway. Others joined it. 'My lord Ingold?
There was a quick flurry of skirts, and the red-haired witchchild appeared in the doorway, her dark eyes huge. 'Me lord Alwir's here,' she breathed. 'Be askin' also for me lady Minalde.'
Aide sighed, and Rudy thought she braced herself just slightly; a tiny fold of tiredness manifested at the corner of her eye.
He smiled wryly. 'Sure is nice to be home.' As he had hoped, it made her laugh.
'Catch,' Ingold said. He lighted and threw a polyhedron of milky light to Rudy, ignited another and tossed it to Aide, then passed a third to the red-haired girl. A dazzling halo ringed them as they passed through the door, with Kara, Kta, and Thoth following, theirshadowsstreaminglongand black behind them. From beyond in the common room, a mingling of voices could be heard. Laughter blended with Nan 's scolding and the light, dancing runs of Dakis' lute. Ingold went to the table, kindled a fourth lamp, and held it out to Gil.
Thank you,' he said softly. 'You have done very well.'
She took it, as she had once taken his glowing staff, and the soft brilliance of it poured out between the shadowed bones of her fingers. 'Ingold?'
'Yes, child?
'One thing I've always wanted to ask you.'
'What is it?
She started to speak, then stopped, confused and unable to go on, her pale, intolerant eyes unusually blue in the radiance of the lamp. What she did say might or might not have been her originalintention. 'Was there some reason you asked me to back you up, the night the Dark attacked the Keep? I know it was you who kept the light on the staff alive, but was there a reason you had me hold it?'
Ingold was silent for some time and did not meet her gaze. 'Yes,' he said finally, 'and it was inexcusable of me to ask you to back me, for it was my doing in the first place that brought you here, and I had no right to place you in peril.'
She shrugged. 'It doesn't matter.'
'No,' he said bitterly. 'God knows, I've done it often enough.'
The bleak guilt in his voice and the self-hatred troubled and frightened her. She caught his hand in her free one, to draw his eyes to hers. 'You do what you have to do,' she told him gently. 'You know I'd follow you anywhere.'
'And that,' Ingold said, his scratchy voice suddenly taut, 'is precisely why I asked you.' But the tension was caused by something in himself, and his tone softened again. 'You were the only one I could trust, Gil, not to flee.'
That's a lot of trust,' Gil said quietly, for somebody you'd known only a month.'
Ingold nodded. 'But there are times, my dear, when I feel that I have known you all my life.'