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smoked. We should make as little noise as possible, but we should relax and not worry. The counterspell
was cast, and all of those annoying spells should be drawn toward those figurines.
The soldiers and the Shore People seemed relieved, and they, having put their trust in Cassini and his
sorcery, felt these problems were over. I took Cassini aside, and Janos joined us. I promised the
Evocator a bonus for this night's actions when we returned to Orissa. I asked bun if these curses were
indeed tied to those dolls out in the night. He said he was sure-since none of them were particularly cast
to be lethal, none required much of a counterspell to fool. It was better, he felt, to divert the spells and
allow them to run on rather than to break them completely. "This will, I hope, keep our enemies happy
believing that we are still plagued by their spells and do not require more stringent attention."
"Our enemies," Janos asked. "From where?"
Cassini looked unsure of himself. "At first, I thought these incantations came from Lycanth, where we
know we have enemies, from the Symeon clan to ... to others.
"Indeed, I did feel emanations from this direction. But I also felt something else. Something ... neither of
you are Evocators, so I cannot use the terms of my craft ... something like a great rolling wave, a flood
perhaps. Coming from the east."
Janos and I were jolted. "But ... none of us have been beyond this point, that I am aware of," I said.
"Except perhaps one or another of the Shore People."
"It makes little sense," Cassini agreed. "And what I found more
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puzzling was ... this flood, this presence, perhaps, I did not feel to be evil. At least, I felt no especial
threat to any of us. It was ..." and he fumbled for words, "... as if there were some great, invisible force
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above us, a force that ... that ... ah, I do not have the words," he said. "Think of a great fish in a lake,
knowing of the tiny perch around him. He is not hungry at present, but sees those little fish. And perhaps,
in an hour or a week, when he is hungry, he might look at them more closely." Cassini shook his head.
"That is the best comparison my mind allows."
We agreed to set a careful watch that night, less concerned with intruders than that one of our men might
become curious, investigate the scene of Cassini's casting, and spoil all of the work. Janos, Cassini,
Sergeant Maeen, and I would be the guardians. Cassini took first watch, which started at once. Janos
told me later that he chose the Evocator because everyone would still be awake, and Janos would not
have to worry about the sorcerer's competency. Maeen followed, then I was to stand guard, and then
Janos would take the final watch in the always hazardous predawn hours.
I was sleeping soundly when Maeen tapped me awake for my watch. I took my weapons and found a
station just inside the barracks door where I could look out into the starlit night without being seen.
Periodically I left the building and walked around it, to ensure no one was creeping up on us. It was very
peaceful and very still. The sound of the river was soothing. I felt refreshed by my sleep, and as if a
weight had been lifted by Cassini's art. I realized I had been as nibbled by those minor sorceries as any of
my men. I looked back at the pass, perhaps a sixth of a league behind us. My eye was drawn to a rock
formation on the hillcrest. Then the rock moved and became two men. Two men on horseback.
I should not have been able to see that distance with the degree of clarity my mind told me I was. But I
swear now I could see they were both wearing plate armor, strange for such a poverty-crushed land, and
helmets with high crests. My mind heard Janos' hushed description from that sunny afternoon under an
Orissan wineshop's arbor. "Even their mounts seemed protected, since I saw another moonflash from
one steed's head. The position they took was exactly the one I would order now, if I were leading a
patrol into unfriendly territory, overlooking the pass ..."
I started to shout the alarm, then stopped myself. The day had ended with enchantments, and everyone
was frighted. I had heard stories from old soldiers who were friends of my father about
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young sentries who swore a bush became an attacking enemy and men changed back to a bush when
the watch commander was alerted or a spear was thrown. Then I noticed there was nothing on the
hilltop; the horsemen were gone; obviously it had been an illusion of the night. Still, when I woke Janos
for the last guard, I waited until he was fully alert and told him about my mirage.
Janos tugged thoughtfully at his beard. "So," he said after a while, "Cassini's great fish may have several
senses. We could, if we wished, go to the hilltop after the sun rises. The best that could happen is we
would find actual horse droppings and hoof-prints, to prove someone human is watching us in this
country. But if we do not find such signs ... well, either you imagined it, or ..." Janos snorted. "I think we
should not say anything, or do anything at all, my friend. If there were Watchers atop that bluff ... are we
even sure they are aware of us? Assume yes. Are they necessarily our enemies? No one in Kostroma
ever reported these ghostly guardsmen to do them physical harm. And ... even if they are aware of us,
and assume they know all from their leaders' great wizardry, is it not unlikely they intend us no evil? We
did, after all, provide last rites as best we could for one of then-fellows. Soldiers of any race ... or even
ones who were never birthed by human loins must certainly appreciate honors such as that. Even
considering that we did remove that talisman."
I found a smile at that one. "Friend Janos, you are now starting to sound like one of a pair of dullards
playing odds and even. If I had one stone in my fist last time, should I have the same number this time,
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and should I say I have one, two, or none. Perhaps I should do the same thing, but no, my friend will
know I did the same, and three casts ago, that was my plan, so this time I should ..." I let my voice trail
off. Janos was chuckling.
"Thank you. I was making myself as confused as a room of scholars wondering whether the mirror is the
reflection or the reality. Whether these Watchers mean us good or evil, or if they are as little concerned
about our existence as that satiated great fish will no doubt make itself clear in time."
"Should we consult Cassini?"
"I ... propose we do not. Let us see how the situation develops." I thought that Janos Greycloak was
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