laughed themselves into exhaustion. Even Kel howled with laughter.
And Darian was not about to offer the confused ones any kind of explanation. Not then. Not ever.
Two
Us soon as the meeting was over, Darian was co-opted by Starfall and Ayshen. Heâd expected it; the burden of planning for this celebration would fall on Ayshenâs shoulders, with Starfall handling the rest of the details. Ayshen had no more notion of what would serve to âhonorâ a Herald than a fish would know how to honor a bird. Starfall had worked with Heralds, but had only a sketchy grasp of what one would expect socially.
Darian was used to the appearance of the hertasi after all these years, but he took a moment to consider what the Heraldâs reaction might be. Ayshen was a typical specimen of his race; he came to just about chest-high on a human; his blunt, lizardlike head boasted a formidable set of teeth, a rounded cranium, and eyes set so that he had binocular vision, like an owl or a human. His tough hide, covered with pebble-scales, was a healthy blue-gray. His stubby hands and feet had talons that he had used to good effect in the past. What would Herald Anda make of all thatâwhen the owner of these attributes was also the chief cook for kâValdemar?
Shandi will have warned him, he reminded himself. Besides, anybody who partners with a talking horse shouldnât look crosswise at a talking lizard â especially if he wants second helpings.
So Darian allowed himself to be dragged off to Ayshenâs little âdenââa quasi-office space behind the main kitchens, from which he ruled over all things domestic in kâValdemar. He had maps and models of the entire Vale, with a complex of hertasi tunnels marked out in pale blueâfor, like a good general, Ayshen kept careful track of the terrain. His offices had been built, along with the rest of the kitchens, from rock dug from the cliffs. Those who live intimately with forests are uniquely conscious of the devouring power of fire, and there was as little that was flammable in the kitchens as was possible. Water, flour, and sand were near at hand in the event they would be needed to smother any errant flame. The chief piece of furniture was Ayshenâs desk; low, and suited to his size. Besides Ayshenâs desk chair, there were three adjustable stools with hinged seat backs; Starfall and Darian each took one, revolving it until it was comfortable for them to use.
Not that it was any hardship to be ensconced in the hertasi den. Though the aromas of the eveningâs supper offerings mingled into a single mouthwatering perfume that would have driven a hungry man mad, Starfall and Darian were not left for a moment to suffer that particular torture. They hadnât even sat down before hertasi came out of the kitchen bearing platters of their particular favorites, all the tastier for being fresh from the cookstove and oven.
Itâs a good thing that Tayledras live in trees, Darian thought, as he juggled a hot filled pastry from hand to hand until it cooled. Otherwise weâd all be as fat as geese ready for market!
Starfall did not look as if he had ever lived on anything more substantial than air, but Darian knew that beneath his fancifully embroidered and cut robes, that body wasnât thinâit was lean, lean and hard, and superbly conditioned. It took great physical conditioning to handle node-magic; a mage that was flabby in body was likely to be flabby of mind as well. Starfallâs silver hair wasnât the result of age, it was the result of handling and using node-magic, and the slightly tamer magic of Tayledras Heartstones, all of his life. Starfall would find it no great task to run up the stairs to the highest ekele in the Vale, and run back down again within moments.
âWeâll have a feast, of course,â Ayshen stated, shoving aside recipe books and menus. âYou canât have a celebration without