The First Book of Lost Swords - Woundhealer's Story Read Online Free

been on the point of entering the cave, and that his arrival was barely in time to save the children. But the children, when questioned later, insisted that the intruders, including their demonic cohort, had been immediately outside the cave for a long time. The adults took this estimate as an exaggeration—no doubt the time had seemed an eternity to children who were thus trapped.
           The fight at the entrance to the cave had begun without any attempt to parley, without even a single word of warning on either side. And it had been conducted to the death. None of the nameless human invaders had shown the least inclination to surrender, or even to run away. Mark had shouted for his soldiers to take prisoners, but even so none of the attackers had survived long enough to be questioned. Two who were only lightly wounded when captured were nevertheless dead, apparently of magical causes, before the Prince could begin to interrogate them.
     
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           Now a new figure appeared at the doorway to the balcony. It was Karel himself, come down from his eyrie in the second-highest tower of the Palace to talk to Kristin and Mark. This wizard was not only highly skilled and experienced, but he looked the part—as so many of the really good ones did not—sporting a profusion of gray hair and beard, a generally solemn manner, and a massive and imposing frame clothed in fine garments. Karel departed from the popular image by having red plump cheeks, giving him a hearty outdoor look he did not deserve.
           Yesterday, as the wizard had already explained, he had done what he could do at a distance. First in his own workshop, then mounted and driving his riding-beast with blessings and curses through the mountain pass toward High Manor. Grasping at every stage for whatever weapons of magic he could find, Karel had endeavored to raise elementals along the course of the small stream that issued from the cave. He thought now that his try with the elementals had been more successful than he had realized at the time, evidently good enough to confuse and delay the enemy until Mark and his force were able to reach them.
           Karel’s voice rumbled forth with his habitual—and generally justified—pride. “Might have tried to produce a hill-elemental right on the spot, but that could be a problem to anyone in a cave, as I divined our people were. When you confront a hill-elemental it will tend to keep in front of you, so that what you’re trying to reach is always behind it. It’ll tumble rocks about and tilt the ground beneath your feet, or anyway make it seem to tilt, so that you go tumbling on what had been a gentle slope, or even level ground.”
           “Zoltan reported feeling something like that.”
           “I know, I know.” Karel made dismissive motions with a large hand. “But that sounded more like a demon outside the cave, the way the lad described it.”
           “There was a demon, I am sure of that. And mere bandits do not ordinarily have demons at their disposal.”
           “I am sure that you are right in that, Your Highness.”
           “Go on. You were talking about the elementals.”
           “Ah, yes. Your river-elemental, now, is distance, length, and motion. But it can also be stasis. It sweeps things away, and hides them, and separates things that want to be together. I kept the river-walker on the scene, and the rock-roller in the background.”
           “Whatever your methods were, they seem to have been effective. We are very grateful to you, Karel.”
           The gray beard brushed the words away, though it was not hard to see that he was genuinely pleased by them. “Sheer good fortune was on our side as well. As to our investigation, I want to talk to Zoltan again. There are things about his account that still puzzle me a little.”
           “Oh?”
           “Yes—certain details. And he’s the