Free Pools of Darkness by James M. Ward, Anne K. Brown Page A

hair, and now I have to start over again, thanks to you.”
    The cat looked at his mistress as if she had just asked for dragon steaks. His thoughts reached her again. Oh, all right, Evaine. Meat it is. I’ll do it, if you’ll stop your whining.
    “My whining?” she choked. “You’re the biggest baby on four paws.” She slapped his flank lightly, then added, “Okay, Gam, see what you can find for us. I’m getting hungry. The fire should be ready when you get back.” The cat rubbed his nose against Evaine’s cheek, purring, then bounded off into the growing darkness. She heard his movements in the brush for only a few moments, then all was silent as the cat began stalking.
    As she spread out her bedroll on a heap of pine needles, Evaine reflected to herself that she no longer regarded her mental conversations with Gamaliel as unusual. At first, she had felt self-conscious about conversing with an animal, especially out loud. But that was several years ago. After all they had been through together, she hardly regarded Gamaliel as an animal any more. Most wizards had familiars, but few shared such an intimate bond with them. Before Gamaliel, Evaine had traveled with a small barn owl familiar that she cared for deeply, but the relationship never developed the way this one had. She and Gamaliel complemented each other and learned from one another. They had become an indivisible team. She could never imagine life without him.
    Evaine added wood to the campfire, then walked the perimeter of the clearing, sprinkling a magical powder and murmuring the words of a warding spell. A pale green glow followed her in the grass, then slowly dissipated. After the day she’d had, she wasn’t taking any chances on getting ambushed in the night. If she were with more companions, they could all take turns keeping watch, but she and the cat both needed their sleep. Gamaliel’s senses were keen, and he usually detected intruders, but there was no reason to take chances.
    The sorceress sat on the bedroll and pulled out her spellbook to begin studying. Her hands slid over the green leather cover. This tome was another old friend, her most prized possession. The magic contained in its pages had seen her through some tough times and had survived all kinds of dangers, from fires to dousings of water to dragon breath. She knew of wizards whose spellbooks had been destroyed, practically stripping them of their powers. Evaine shuddered at the thought of trying to survive without hers. She was lucky to have a companion like Gam, who would stick by her no matter the danger.
    Evaine sometimes considered learning more mundane methods of combat, in the event that somehow she lost her magical skills. Like most wizards, she was good with a staff and a dagger, but learning the techniques of swords and axes would mean giving up the study of magic almost entirely. And Evaine always found herself on some intellectual quest. Even if she committed herself to the study of combat, her nature would force her to return to her books in no time. Magical study was too much a part of her, as if it had been woven into her soul before she was born.
    Evaine took a few deep breaths, then began to concentrate. She opened her tome and started memorizing the spells. The sorceress became lost in concentration. Years of study had allowed her to focus her mind quickly and completely.
    Evaine didn’t know how much time had passed before she was startled by a sound directly in front of her. She looked up, slamming the book shut, expecting an ambush.
    Two gleaming eyes stared back at her.
    You really should be more careful, out here alone. What if I had been a band of orcs? The cat’s message was teasing. He was obviously pleased at startling her. If cats could laugh, this one would have been howling.
    “If you had been a band of orcs, you’d either be lying on the ground looking like charcoal or you’d be running for the nearest stream. I’ve placed a ward around the