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no misapprehensions that the intent of the orders of the magisters is being disregarded.” The older ordermage smiled politely.
    â€œI suppose, under those conditions…but we would ask that Rahl refrain from any active order-magery.”
    Rahl inclined his head. “Except in self-defense or as requested by Taryl or the magisters.”
    The hint of a sour expression crossed Tamryn’s face. “That would be acceptable.”
    â€œWhat about the crew?” asked Taryl.
    â€œWith the exception of any chaos-mages—”
    â€œThere are none aboard,” replied Taryl. “We understand those limitations.”
    â€œâ€¦we would suggest that they remain close to the harbor area, but they can travel where they will within the black wall.”
    Taryl nodded.
    Tamryn did not quite look at Rahl before he continued. “Either I or another black mage will be here for you both with a wagon at one glass past midday.” He inclined his head to Taryl. “Good day, Senior Mage-Guard, and welcome to Nylan.” He did not ever look directly at Rahl.
    â€œThank you.”
    Rahl merely nodded. Tamryn’s presence had rekindled his anger at the close-mindedness and arrogance of the magisters, particularly the rage against Puvort, whose deception and smugness had triggered all the events that had led to Rahl’s exile.
    Once Tamryn was on the pier and headed toward the trap he had driven down, Taryl looked to Rahl with an amused smile. “He wasn’t exactly pleased with you.”
    â€œNo. I was a problem for them, especially after I exploded a section of the black wall by accident.” He paused. “I’m not exactly pleased with them, either.”
    â€œThat was obvious.” The older mage looked hard at Rahl. “How did you do that to the wall?”
    â€œI was just poking around, trying to see how they’d used order to link all the stones together. They kept telling me to investigate things.”
    Taryl shook his head. “Telling that to a beginning natural ordermage is about as smart as having a beginning gunner play with cammabark or powder. Do you know why?”
    â€œI felt that, but I couldn’t explain why.”
    â€œWhen a true ordermage creates black iron or something like the black wall, what he’s doing is essentially confining chaos within order. The more order and chaos involved, the stronger the structure or material, but…” Taryl looked to Rahl.
    â€œThe more it can explode if the order’s unlinked?”
    â€œExactly.” Taryl shook his head again. “Idiots…”
    â€œYou don’t have much respect for them, do you, ser?”
    â€œAs individuals, yes, but not as a land. They work as much against each other as against other lands, although they would claim otherwise.”
    Rahl wasn’t so certain about that. He thought it might be true of the magisters he’d known, but some of the engineers and even Anitra the machinist had seemed to work together, but then, he hadn’t actually worked with the engineers.
    â€œI need to go over what I will say about matters, Rahl, and how best to address the magisters,” Taryl said. “I’ll meet you in the mess later.”
    â€œYes, ser.”
    While Rahl had thought about leaving the frigate, he decided against it, at least until after their mission was completed. Instead, he spent the time reviewing in his mind exactly what had occurred in Swartheld with Shyret and Daelyt.
    Then, after a quick meal, he donned the dress mage-guard uniform he had never worn. The trousers were still khaki, but of a far finer grade of wool, rather than cotton, and the shirt was crimson, rather than khaki, with khaki shoulder straps holding embroidered mage-guard insignia. The visor cap was the same as his working cap, except that the bill was high-gloss polished black leather, and all the insignia were gold-plated, rather than bronze.
    He met Taryl