Tetrarch

And all were mancers. All were probing her with the strange version of the Art that was scrutator magic. The waistband of her pants was soaked with perspiration by the time Ghorr signed that they were done. And, to her relief, he seemed satisfied that what she had said was true.

Flydd resumed his tale. 'Finally, we went back to Irisis's manufactory to inspect the node, which lies deep in the hedron mine.'

'That was a foolhardy deed,' said Halie.

'But essential. That node was already weak -'

'So Jal-Nish has told us,' said Ghorr, 'because you failed to protect it from the enemy.'

'I believe that has already been covered in despatches,' said Flydd.

'Not to my satisfaction.'

'As soon as we started to sense the field it went dead. As if someone had been watching and turned it off.'

'Is that all?' cried Fusshte.

'We could find no node-drainer there either,' said Flydd. 'Then Jal-Nish -'

'Jal-Nish was at the node?' someone cried.

'He, er, interrupted us,' said Flydd. 'Jal-Nish asked the seeker a most interesting question. He asked her if she could see the field of the node. Tell the Council what your answer was, Ullii.'

Ullii had been sitting so quietly, hunched up into a little ball, that she was practically invisible. Now she unfolded, gave the assembled scrutators a frightened glance, and said in a wispy little voice, 'I could see all sorts of fields.'

'Fields?' cried Ghorr. 'Explain, seeker.'

'The node had four fields,' she said, mimicking his voice. She had not done that in ages. 'There was a weak one that people called the field, but it was dead. The clawers had drained it all away.'

'"Clawers" means lyrinx,' said Flydd obsequiously.

'Don't treat us like fools!' said Ghorr. 'Go on with your story, seeker.'

'There were three more fields, like walls going through each other. They were very bright.'

'The strong forces,' breathed Ghorr. 'At last! Have you seen such forces before, Ullii?'

'Yes,' she exhaled.

'Where?'

'I can't remember.'

Ullii was looking distressed and Irisis knew why. No one had thought to ask her the question, but she dared not give that answer.

Irisis took the seeker's hand. 'Ullii,' she said kindly, 'what you know about these fields may be vital. Please think where you might have seen them before.'

'I saw them at the cold place where I helped you – where there was an evil node.'

'Up on the icy plateau near the manufactory? When we were trying to get Tiaan back from the lyrinx?'

'Yes,' Ullii whispered, darting anxious glances at the Council.

'Were there also four fields?'

'I think so. The evil node was double. I could not see it clearly.' Her voice was barely audible.

'If these are the strong forces, why does she not see them all the time?' said Fusshte.

'Perhaps the weak field obscures them,' said Flydd. 'That would explain why she, and the artisan Zoyl Aarp, only saw them after the node was drained.'

'Perhaps,' said Ghorr dubiously. 'We must investigate this further.'

He questioned the seeker at length, but learned no more. Ullii simply saw; she did not understand.

'I then asked Ullii if she could see what was draining the manufactory node,' said Flydd. 'She told us that the drainer was not far away, up the tunnel beyond a roof fall, no doubt caused by the enemy. We found it. Rather, we discovered where it was, though it was not possible to get to it. It was a most strange place; the fabric of matter did not hold there. Jal-Nish fell right into the floor. The rock could not hold him up.'

'Fascinating,' said Ghorr. 'A marvel, should it prove to be true! What happened to the acting scrutator?'

'He survived,' said Flydd regretfully, 'though I'm not sure if all his troops did. He was not a happy man when we left him.' He looked toward the entrance. 'I imagine that will be his despatches now.'

A messenger was hurrying out through the great doors, carrying a sealed skeet packet. Ghorr tore it open and scanned the contents, before passing it to the Council.

'It would appear to confirm the last part of your story,' he said, 'though Jal-Nish takes the credit for it and accuses you… Leave us for the moment, Flydd.'

Flydd, Irisis and Ullii strolled on the edge of the precipice, but shortly were called back to the steps.

'We have accepted your account,' said Ghorr, 'and thank you for bringing it to us.' He did not look pleased to be saying it. 'The Council has voted and, despite several… er, irregularities in your behaviour, agreed to restore you to your position as scrutator, though not to the Council, of course.'

'Thank you,' said Flydd, bowing to each in turn. 'And Jal-Nish? Does he keep his?'

'The acting scrutator's service has been satisfactory. He maintains that rank.'

Flydd was impassive, though it must have been a blow. While Jal-Nish had any authority at all, he would work to bring Flydd down. 'As the Council pleases.'

'I have not finished. The war is coming to a head in the west. The lyrinx are gathering their strength, across the Sea of Thurkad, for a mighty strike – one we cannot resist. We have two choices: to abandon everything west of Worm Wood, or to make our stand now.'

'We cannot abandon Almadin, Rencid and Taltid,' said Flydd. 'A million people dwell there, plus most of the refugees from Meldorin. Besides -'

'Yes?'

'Even if we did draw the line at Worm Wood, we could not hold it. Nihilnor must fall and Oolo soon after, and within months the whole south-west will be gone. Once that happens, not even the might of Borgistry could stand alone. And if the west is lost, the rest of Lauralin must follow.'

'Indeed,' said Ghorr. 'We must make our stand and make it soon. Even so, we are looking at a crushing defeat unless we can convince the Aachim to aid us.'

'Then that must be our primary objective,' said Flydd.

'It is,' Ghorr replied, 'but Vithis of Clan Inthis is a most recalcitrant man.'

'Where is he now?'

'His forces are spread through Almadin, Nihilnor and Borgistry. To the discomfiture of their citizens, it need not be said. His plans for conquest, if that is what they were, appear to be on hold. There is dissension among the Aachim clans which we are hoping to exploit.'

'And the cause of this disagreement?' said Flydd.

'Longstanding clan rivalries, as well as a dispute about their course of action.'

'Please elaborate.'

'Some clans wish to ally with us against the lyrinx, others to take advantage of our present discomfort to seize our best lands for themselves. One or two clans argue that the Aachim cause would be better served by taking the lyrinx side.'

'Does any viewpoint look like prevailing?'

'I cannot say. It is difficult to gain reliable intelligence. But Vithis, as leader of this uneasy coalition, is the key. Presently he has a different agenda, which is why the Aachim have put the invasion on hold. He has sent his entire force after Artisan Tiaan and the flying construct.'

'Ah, yes, the flying construct,' said Halie. 'If we had a dozen of those we would win the war.'

'No doubt Vithis feels the same way.'

'We'd better hope he doesn't find it,' said Flydd. 'If we do attack, where will the battle for the west be fought?'

'There is a place called Snizort, in Taltid,' said Ghorr.

'I know of it,' said Flydd.

'It is the enemy's greatest stronghold on our side of the sea, and where they carry out all sorts of… experiments. Snizort also has some kind of mystical significance to them, though we have not discovered what it is. If we could take Snizort it would be a great blow to the enemy. We've been working on a plan to do that.'

'What is it?'

Ghorr drew Flydd away from Irisis's hearing. 'The lyrinx have dug a great system of tunnels into the stone surrounding the tar pits and seeps of Snizort. The area is walled and heavily defended, but the locale has a natural vulnerability -'