Valdemar Anthology - [Tales of Valdemar 02] - Sun in Glory and Other Tales of Valdemar

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Acknowledgements

  Errold’s Journey

  The Cat Who Came to Dinner

  Winter Death

  A Herald’s Rescue

  In The Eye Of The Beholder

  Trance Tower Garrison

  Starhaven

  Rebirth

  Brock

  True Colors

  Touches the Earth

  Icebreaker

  Sun in Glory

  High praise for Mercedes Lackey’s Valdemar:

  “Leaves us simultaneously satisfied—and longing for more. Not an easy feat. . . . Once you jump into this world, you’ll find yourself immediately involved, surrounded by new friends, and glad you made the trip.”

  —Realms of Fantasy

  “Fast-moving action and intriguing characters. I can’t wait to see what the final volume in this trilogy will bring forth.”

  —The Book Net

  “Lackey’s back doing what she does best, and the result is affecting and compulsive reading.”

  —Locus

  “Lackey is a spellbinding storyteller who keeps your heart in your mouth as she spins her intricate webs of magical adventure.”

  —Rave Reviews

  “A strong, suspenseful plot and well developed characters . . . will satisfy the most avid fantasy fan.”

  —VOYA

  “Ms Lackey’s Valdemar series is already a fantasy classic, and these newest adventures will generate even more acclaim for this fantasy superstar.”

  —Romantic Times

  NOVELS BY MERCEDES LACKEY available from DAW Books

  THE HERALDS OF VALDEMAR

  ARROWS OF THE QUEEN

  ARROW’S FLIGHT

  ARROW’S FALL

  THE LAST HERALD-MAGE

  MAGIC’S PAWN

  MAGIC’S PROMISE

  MAGIC’S PRICE

  THE MAGE WINDS

  WINDS OF FATE

  WINDS OF CHANGE

  WINDS OF FURY

  THE MAGE STORMS

  STORM WARNING

  STORM RISING

  STORM BREAKING

  KEROWYN’S TALE

  BY THE SWORD

  VOWS AND HONOR

  THE OATHBOUND

  OATHBREAKERS

  OATHBLOOD

  BRIGHTLY BURNING

  TAKE A THIEF

  EXILE’S HONOR

  EXILE’S VALOR

  VALDEMAR ANTHOLOGIES

  SWORD OF ICE

  SUN IN GLORY

  Written with LARRY DIXON:

  THE MAGE WARS

  THE BLACK GRYPHON

  THE WHITE GRYPHON

  THE SILVER GRYPHON

  DARIAN’S TALE

  OWLFLIGHT

  OWLSIGHT

  OWLKNIGHT

  OTHER NOVELS

  JOUST

  ALTA*

  THE BLACK SWAN

  THE ELEMENTAL MASTERS

  THE SERPENT’S SHADOW

  THE GATES OF SLEEP

  PHOENIX AND ASHES*

  DARKOVER

  Written with Marion Zimmer Bradley

  REDISCOVERY

  And don’t miss:

  THE VALDEMAR COMPANION

  Edited by John Helfers and Denise Little

  *Forthcoming in hardcover from DAW Books

  Copyright © 2003 by Mercedes R. Lackey and Tekno Books

  All Rights Reserved.

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  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  “Introduction” © 2002 by Mercedes Lackey.

  “Errold’s Journey” by Catherine S. McMullen. © 2003 by Catherine S. McMullen.

  “The Cat Who Came to Dinner” by Nancy Asire. © 2003 by Nancy Asire.

  “Winter Death” by Michelle West. © 2003 by Michelle West.

  “A Herald’s Rescue” by Miriam S. Zucker. © 2003 by Mickey Zucker Reichert.

  “In the Eye of the Beholder” by Josepha Sherman. © 2003 by Josepha Sherman.

  “Trance Tower Garrison” by Fiona Patton. © 2003 by Fiona Patton.

  “Starhaven” by Stephanie Shaver. © 2003 by Stephanie Shaver.

  “Rebirth” by Judith Tarr. © 2003 by Judith Tarr.

  “Brock” by Tanya Huff. © 2003 by Tanya Huff.

  “True Colors” by Michael Longcor. © 2003 by Michael Longcor.

  “Touches the Earth” by Brenda Cooper. © 2003 by Brenda Cooper.

  “Icebreaker” by Rosemary Edghill. © 2003 by eluki bes shahar.

  “Sun in Glory” by Mercedes Lackey. © 2003 by Mercedes Lackey.

  Errold’s Journey

  by Catherine S. McMullen

  Catherine S. McMullen was just twelve years old at the time of the writing of this story. She wrote her first story when she was seven, but that one is still buried in a drawer somewhere. She has had six stories published professionally or sold, starting with “Teddy Cat” in the August 1999 Interzone. She has been involved in the writing community since she was two, and is constantly reminded that many people used to know her when she was “just a kid.” She loves to write, and is fascinated by the peculiarities of the English language. She is also an avid reader and has read as many as one thousand books in one year. Her work has appeared in such venues as Interzone, A Drop of Imagination, Spinouts, and Thrillogies.

  Ma’ar was closing in, and while everyone was to be evacuated from the Tower area eventually, the noncombatants were leaving first. Urthro didn’t want anyone nearby who would panic and cause disruption. Some large groups had already been sent to places far enough away to be safe from Ma’ar. Everyone was being spread out so thinly that Ma’ar would never have a large group close to him. It was true that the precautions might not be necessary. Ma’ar might eventually be defeated, but unfortunately it was unlikely to happen now, if ever.

  I looked at the organized chaos and turned to Master Thomas. I had not counted on being part of the evacuation. I was apprenticed to a great war mage! Surely we would be needed?

  “If we’re packing our tent, we are going to be evacuated, Master Thomas. I am right in assuming this?”

  “You are correct, Errold. You and I are going to go with a large group, about three hundred people, who are to be Gated to safety. The requirements of precisely where are not very rigid, the place just has to be fairly safe: that is, not a swamp or a lava pit, and very, very far away. It will be a one-way Gate; once we are gone, we will be cut off from Urtho’s camp permanently. Ahhh, and I can see another question in your eyes. Why are we going with this particular group? They need us as mages: to heal, to defend, and to lead. The group was most reassured when they were told that we were
to come with them. They asked for a mage because where they are to be Gated is the farthest away of all. We don’t even know what animals live there, what the land is like, or even if there are any other humans there. This group is a special case, and you and I fit the requirements. More people have been watching your development as a healer than you realize. My leadership experience, and probably my reputation, help keep the group together.”

  “But what about the war here? Don’t they need you to help defeat Ma’ar?”

  “I am known as a very powerful war mage, I’ll grant you that. But what about the people who are being scattered? Who will teach them our skills? Besides, I want to have a place to settle down, where I can live . . . with challenges to cope with, but none of them named Ma’ar. I am heartily sick of that name, and all the troubles that go with it.”

  “Well . . . I can understand why the group would need a leader, but why not have a professional healer with the group? I mean, I am not really qualified as a mage or even a herbalist, let alone a healer yet. And a group of this size will need a proper healer, won’t they?”

  “Have you listened to anything I’ve been saying? You are known to be a dedicated student, and are well versed in herbal techniques. You would be able to cope with any injuries that occur on the journey, without a doubt. It would be perfect for both of us to go with them. Are you prepared to go? You do have a choice, you know. If you don’t want to go, you don’t have to. I would understand.”

  “When are we leaving, Master Thomas?”

  Master Thomas smiled.

  “That’s the spirit. We are leaving soon. Very soon. Our group is ready, and we are only waiting until our Gate gets set up.”

  “About how long will that be? I haven’t finished packing.”

  “About a half a day, but you’d better hurry. I’ve already almost finished getting my own things together.”

  “You just wanted to get a head start on me so the master wouldn’t be shamed by his student’s fast progress. Hah! I’ll show you.”

  And with Master Thomas’ laughter ringing in my ears, I left to pack for the journey of my life.

  I had a list of what I needed to pack and how I needed to pack it. I had decided, after many shorter trips where I had been badly equipped, that I would not make a single mistake. It would be faster to pack everything slowly but correctly the first time, instead of throwing everything together and having to repack a hundred times. First in were some of my softer clothes, with no metal buckles or straps in them, placed against the back of the pack so that I had padding against my skin. I had made the mistake of putting a belt buckle at my back once before, on one of my short journeys into the forest. Needless to say, after a day of it rubbing against me, that was a mistake I intended never to repeat.

  Next the seeds went in, a vital component of my supplies. When we reached a place where we could settle down, the seeds would be needed to grow crops, and for my herbs. I placed the seeds in specially prepared bags that were proof against water and fire, and woven through with protective spells. The spells had been done by me, not Master Thomas. Master Thomas was an expert on war magics, but he recognized that I knew more about the smaller, more useful spells for daily chores. It wasn’t something that was likely to get me recognition as a great mage, but I had a knack for it. After I had learned all the simple spells that Master Thomas could teach me, and after that had become apparent that I would never master the really powerful ones, I started turning to books.

  I had had to learn most of what I knew by myself, deciphering the spells alone. I still hadn’t learned even half of what I wanted to know, so I was taking some books with me. It had been hard to decide what books to take and which ones to give away, but it came down to what I would really need and, eventually, what a village would need. I carefully packed five spell books into my pack, wrapping them in more clothes. I had also prepared a whole range of herbal remedies, but only a little of each. Someone in the group was sure to need them as we traveled, and I didn’t want to be caught unprepared.

  Lastly, I packed the food, water, and metal tools that Master Thomas had given me to carry for the group. These all went at the top because they would be needed most often. I did one last check of the list, making sure I hadn’t left anything out, then I struggled into the straps and heaved the pack onto my shoulders. I had been confident that I could cope with the weight, or that I would get used to it in time, but it turned out that I had a previously undiscovered ability to underestimate weight. Well, I would have to adapt or die . . . guess which one I thought was more likely at that stage!

  I took a last look at my bare tent. It was a sobering sight, seeing the emptiness of it, when only a couple of days ago it had been full of furniture, books, clothes, and other paraphernalia. Everything had either been packed to be taken with us, or given away. There was no point asking people to save things for us, as we would never be coming back. There were some very happy mages as a result of the grand book handout that Master Thomas and I conducted. So many loved, well-used books, now in so many different hands. Oh well, at least they would be appreciated. I sighed and staggered off to find Master Thomas. I hoped that he wasn’t moving around, as I didn’t want the camp’s last memory of me being me hyperventilating as the pack became too much. Probably a forlorn hope, unfortunately.

  Our Gate was finally ready. A place sufficiently far away had been found: a forest, with really huge trees. It was so remote that nobody even recognized the types of trees. We all lined up, all loaded down with our carefully prepared and very heavy packs. Have I already mentioned heavy? Anything that couldn’t be carried just wasn’t taken. When people complained about their packs being too heavy, Master Thomas just took out the really useless things—like jewelry, coins, and so on—and showed them the differences in weight. It worked every time. As soon as everyone was ready, the Gate was activated, showing the forest on the other side. When the last person was through the Gate, it closed. The light from the camp on the other side disappeared, and we were left in the half-light under towering tree giants. We were a long way away from home, with no chance of ever returning.

  Master Thomas clapped his hands for everyone’s attention.

  “We have one long-term problem and a lot of short-term problems,” he began. “The long-term problem is finding a place with suitable resources to settle down and build a village. The short-term problems are who will cook, who will hunt, who shares tents with whom, what the rotations of lookouts are to be—in other words our organization for traveling and getting along together. Before we start moving, we must have a meeting to sort everything out. Anyone who has anything to contribute, or who thinks they can do something particularly well, should speak up. This meeting is essential to the group’s well-being, so everyone must come along.”

  The meeting had a really long agenda, and it lasted until after dark. Master Thomas was quickly confirmed as the leader of our group, because he was already experienced with organizing large numbers of people. After that was established he ran everything efficiently, but it still took a long time and a lot of talking. Everyone had to do something, but he arranged duties so that people did what they were good at or enjoyed. The only people who did not have mundane tasks assigned to them were Master Thomas and myself. Master Thomas actually had the hardest task of all: running things, making decisions, sorting out disputes, and shouldering the heavy burden of responsibility. My trouble was that quite a few people didn’t realize that I was his student. After a few complaints along the lines of “What about ’im, he don’t have to do no dishwashing!” everyone was treated to a lecture from Master Thomas, about who had heated the water, driven the insects away, made the tents waterproof, and many other things. It then became established that for the little spells, you came to me, not him. After that, I not only didn’t have to do chores, but I was called on to do a lot of spells that I had never tried before. I knew I would have to study my books a lot more, and find new possibilities in some previously usele
ss spells.

  I did some reading by the campfire’s light, then returned to the tent that Master Thomas and I shared. He was outside, staring up at the sky through a break in the trees’ canopy. He stood up and asked me to walk with him. We had only gone a short distance when there was a flash of light in the east, but it was the sort of flash that blazed out but just kept getting stronger and stronger for a few seconds. Slowly it began to fade. Everyone had stopped talking by then, and they were all looking across at us. I had to turn away, so that I did not show the worry that I was feeling for the people nearer to the blast. Many of my friends had been very much closer.

  “That must have been the magical weapon of Urtho’s combined with the Tower being annihilated,” said Master Thomas. “Hurry, we don’t have much time.” I had to start to run to keep up with him.

  “Why are you running? What’s the threat to us?”

  “Think. We are at least an ocean away from all that magic, yet we still saw the flash! We must shield the campsite from the magical blast which will follow. If we shield the group, the effects on us might not be too bad. We can only hope.”

  We gathered everyone together and began putting up the shields. A lot of people were scared, but Master Thomas reassured them by explaining what the flash of light had meant, just as he had explained it to me. Once the shields were up, we just settled down to wait. People began to relax and make themselves comfortable. It had been lucky that nobody had put up their tents too far away from anyone else. A smaller area meant a tougher shield. Master Thomas and I walked back the short distance to our tent and went inside. I was worried, but I hadn’t wanted to ask any questions in front of the rest of the group. It would only have scared them.