Chapter 4
Elspeth met up the other two mages and Kerowyn for lunch. They sat themselves at the table in the corner of the dining hall, so that their discussion could be a little freer. Eldan, of course, swept over and joined them.
"Anymore surprise Heralds that are going to pop up?" Eldan asked as he seated himself at their table.
"It makes sense that there are leshya'e Heralds, just like there are leshya'e Kal'enedral," Kero commented. "Though if any more of them pop up like Vanyel did I'll…" She let the sentence trail off with an unspecified threat.
Elspeth grinned at the former mercenary. "I know how you felt," she said to Kero. "I felt the same way the first time that I met up with them." She exchanged glances with Darkwind and Firesong.
"Forefather has always lacked the sense to warn people before he pops up on them, startling the living out of them," Firesong commented with a grin. "He's much like family that I know."
Kero's eyebrows rose slightly, but she held her tongue. "So what do you think that we can do about our, ummm, problem?" She asked the mages, while Eldan nodded his head in agreement with her question.
"I don't have anything in mind right now," Firesong said, flashing a grin at her.
"I'm sure that with us three and Vanyel, we can work something out." Darkwind assured her. He smiled at her.
Elspeth grinned at the two non mages. "I think we have a chance if we come up with a solution to this mess," she said. "WE will have enough power available for use with four Adepts."
"Who are the Adepts?" Eldan asked curiously.
"Me, Firesong, Darkwind, and Vanyel," Elspeth replied after ticking off the answers on her fingers.
"Oh." Eldan let out a sigh of relief. He didn't want his country to be destroyed as the future, at the moment that had reviled itself to the Heraldic Foreseers.
The five of them ate lunch as silently and quickly as they could without choking on their food. They all stood up and walked back to the Council chamber to talk with Vanyel and Yfandes, his companion.
When they arrived back at the Council chamber, they slipped inside. Three silvery people met their eyes.
"Hello Vanyel, Stefen," Elspeth said.
Stefen smiled at her. :Hello Elspeth, Darkwind and Firesong: he said. :Who are the other two people with you: He asked.
"These are Herald Eldan and Herald Kerowyn shena Tale'sedrin." She introduced the two to Vanyel and Stefen.
:shena Tale'sedrin, um: Vanyel said softly.
"My grandmother is the she'enedra of Kal'enedral Tarma shena Tale'sedrin. Grandmother Kethryverris also provided the new core blood when Tarma's clan was all murdered except her," Kero explained.
:Thanks for the explanation: Vanyel told her. :That explains the name and why you speak Shin'a'in.:
Stefen smiled at Kero. :I hope that we can help save Valdemar from being destroyed: he said. :As not all of the people in Valdemar would be welcome in other lands.:
Elspeth and Firesong watched the exchange between and Kero and the two silvery men in silence.
Darkwind watched the exchange, silent as always. Deep in the comfort of his own mind, he tried to think of the possible solutions to save his beloved's country from certain death.
"I hope that with seven good minds that we can come up with something," Firesong inserted with a tad of worry in his voice. He had grown to like his small Vale, his home, in Companion's Field. Last, but not least, he would miss An'desha, the Shin'a'in young man that he a grown to love and who he had saved from the spirit of Ma'ar.
Kyril strode into the room. He saw that they were already there. "The rest of the Circle is coming behind me. We'll start up in a few minutes," he said to them.
They all nodded and went to sit down in their Council chairs.