‘We can make more detailed plans later,’ Vanion said. ‘Let’s get Berit and Khalad on their way first. What’s the customary route when someone wants to go overland from here to Beresa?’ He unrolled a map and spread it out on the table.
‘Most travelers go by sea,’ Oscagne replied, but those who don’t usually cross the peninsula to Micae and then take a ship across the gulf to the mainland.’
‘There don’t seem to be any roads over there,’ Vanion frowned, looking at the map.
‘It’s a relatively uninhabited region, Lord Vanion,’ Oscagne shrugged, ‘salt marshes and the like. What few tracks there are wouldn’t show up on the map.’
‘Do the best you can,’ Vanion told the two young men. ‘Once you get past the Tamul Mountains, you’ll hit that road that skirts the western side of the jungle.’
‘I’d make a special point of staying out of those mountains, Berit,’ Ulath advised. ‘There are Trolls there now.’
Berit nodded.
‘You’d better have a talk with Faran, Sparhawk,’ Khalad suggested. ‘I don’t think he’ll be fooled just because Berit’s wearing your face, and Berit’s going to have to ride him if this is going to be convincing.’
‘I’d forgotten that,’ Sparhawk admitted.
‘I thought you might have.’
‘All right then,’ Vanion continued his instructions to the two young men, ‘follow that road down to Lydros, then take the road round the southern tip of Arjuna to Beresa. That’s the logical route, and they’ll probably be expecting you to go that way.’
That’s going to take quite a while, Lord Vanion,’ Khalad said.
‘I know. Evidently Krager and his friends want it to. If they were in a hurry, they’d have instructed Sparhawk to go by sea.’
‘Give Berit your wife’s ring, Sparhawk,’ Flute instructed.
‘What?’
‘Zalasta can sense the ring, and if he can, Cyrgon can, too – and Klæl will definitely feel it. If you don’t give Berit the ring, changing his face was just a waste of time.’
‘You’re putting Berit and Khalad in a great deal of danger,’ Sephrenia said critically.
‘That’s what we get paid for, little mother,’ Khalad shrugged.
‘I’ll watch over them,’ Aphrael assured her sister. She looked critically at Berit. ‘Call me,’ she told him.
‘Ma’am?’
‘Use the spell, Berit,’ she explained with exaggerated patience. ‘I want to be sure you’re doing it right.’
‘Oh.’ Berit carefully enunciated the spell of summoning, his hands moving in the intricate accompanying gestures.
‘You mispronounced “Kajerasticon”,’ she corrected him.
Sephrenia was trying without much success to suppress a laugh.
‘What’s so funny?’ Talen asked her.
‘Sir Berit’s pronunciations raised some questions about his meaning,’ Stragen explained.
‘What did he say?’ Talen asked curiously.
‘Just never mind what he said,’ Flute told him primly. ‘We’re not here to repeat off-color jokes about the differences between boys and girls. Practice on that one, Berit. Now try the secret summoning.’
‘What’s that?’ Itagne murmured to Vanion.
‘It’s used to pass messages, your Excellency,’ Vanion replied. ‘It summons the awareness of the Child Goddess, but not her presence. We can give her a message to carry to someone else by using that spell.’
‘Isn’t that just a little demeaning for the Child Goddess? Do you really make her run errands and carry messages that way?’
‘I’m not offended, Itagne.’ Aphrael smiled. ‘After all, we live only to serve those we love, don’t we?’
Berit’s pronunciation of the second spell raised no objections.
‘You’ll probably want to use that one most of the time anyway, Berit,’ Vanion instructed. ‘Krager warned Sparhawk about using magic, so don’t be too obvious about things. If you get any further instructions along the road, make some show of following them, but pass the word on to Aphrael.’
‘There’s no real point in decking him out in Sparhawk’s armor now, is there, Lord Vanion?’ Khalad asked.
‘Good point,’ Vanion agreed. ‘A mail-shirt should do, Berit. We want them to see your face now.’
‘Yes, my Lord.’
‘Now you’d better get some sleep,’ Vanion continued. ‘You’ll be starting early tomorrow morning.’
‘Not too early, though,’ Caalador amended. ‘We purely wouldn’t want th’ spies t’ oversleep therselfs an’ miss seein’ y’ leave. Gittin’ a new face don’t mean shucks iffn y’ don’t git no chance t’ show it off, now does it?’
It was chill and damp in the courtyard the following morning, and a thin autumn mist lay over the gleaming city. Sparhawk led Faran out of the stables. ‘Just be careful,’ he cautioned the two young men in mail-shirts and travelers’ cloaks.
‘You’ve said that already, my Lord,’ Khalad reminded him. ‘Berit and I aren’t deaf, you know.’
‘You’d better forget that name, Khalad,’ Sparhawk said critically. ‘Start thinking of our young friend here as me. A slip of the tongue in the wrong place could give this all away.’
‘I’ll keep that in mind.’
‘Do you need money?’
‘I thought you’d never ask.’
‘You’re as bad as your father was.’ Sparhawk pulled a purse from under his belt and handed it to his squire. Then he firmly took Faran by the chin and looked straight into the big roan’s eyes. I want you to go with Berit, Faran,’ he said. ‘Behave exactly as you would if he were me.’
Faran flicked his ears and looked away.
‘Pay attention,’ Sparhawk said sharply. ‘This is important.’
Faran sighed.
‘He knows what you’re talking about, Sparhawk,’ Khalad said. ‘He’s not stupid – just bad-tempered.’
Sparhawk handed the reins to Berit. Then he remembered something. ‘We’ll need a password,’ he said. ‘The rest of us are going to have different faces, so you won’t recognize us if we have to contact you. Pick something ordinary.’