The Baldari (Book 3) Read Online Free

investigate, had been even younger.  He looked to be in his early thirties, with dark brown hair that was neatly groomed and cut to fall just below the collar of the wizard’s robes he wore.  His hair flowed smoothly into the expertly cut beard that was trimmed to a length equivalent to the width of several fingers.  He was muscular and fit, and confident beyond his apparent years.  Only his eyes managed to reveal the wisdom and true age that lurked within the youthful frame.  He’d been a very old man two and a half thousand years ago when he’d stored his personality into the magically enhanced crystal built into a ring which had waited to be released until just a couple of years ago.  The current reincarnation of the Master Wizard had been his second return.  The first use of the ring as well as the recharging that Nycoh and Jeen had pursued when they realized they needed the old wizard once again had damaged the crystal minutely.  The gaps in his memory that were a direct result of the damage were less obvious now, some of the memories having returned or been augmented by notations in the Master Wizard’s old journals.  Daim admitted there were still areas that were lost to him, but they were less important now.
    Daim had been intent on leadership of the wizard community when he had first returned, believing himself more capable than any of the younger, relatively newly advanced wizards.  Nycoh and Jeen had fought his efforts, but later, when Nycoh had realized she wished to step away from the administrative duties, had urged Daim to seek the position.  He hadn’t been the group’s leader very long, and he now seemed less certain that having the responsibility was as desirable as he’d once believed.
    “Have you had any visions of future attacks?” he asked.
    Mitty shook her head.  “I don’t believe I am like Queen Mos’pera,” she said.  “I don’t see the future.  What I see is current, something that is happening even as I sense it.”
    Daim nodded his head.  He had been the one who had given a name to her ability.  “She’s not a normal Seer,” he’d said.  “At least that is not her strongest ability.  She has Farvision .  She’s a Farseer.  I had heard of those with such ability in my time, but was never blessed with encountering one.  They have the ability to sense events from other locations, often very far away.  Usually the visions are a warning of danger.  I was told long ago that once the ability is mastered, a Farseer can concentrate on an area and force visions of what is happening there to appear.  Most with Farvision also have the abilities of a Seer as well.”
    “Mitty’s visions come of their own accord,” Rigo said softly from his seat next to his consort.  “She is unable to control them at this time.”
    Rigo had been in bed next to her when she had woken with the screams of the dying Monks of Ald-del in her head that night nearly a month earlier.  He had taken Mitty to the Outpost where they had gathered the force that had hurried to the monastery only to find the smoking ruins and dead inhabitants.  They had pursued the murdering Baldari only to discover they had developed some means of protecting themselves from the magic that had defeated them in the past.  Only Nycoh’s surprising and previously unrevealed power had saved the kingdom of Kellmore from a bloody attack.
    Of all of those present, Rigo had probably changed the most in recent months.  While he was as concerned as the others at the recent attacks, overall he was more content and relaxed than they had seen him in years.  The Binding with Mitty had marked a release from ghosts that had plagued him for more than a decade, and he now looked more than satisfied with his situation.  He wore clothing that was an odd mix of the Three Kingdoms’ style, with a strong slant toward the garish coloring popular in Sedfair.  He was obviously a man of two lands.  He and Mitty usually lived in