it.â Berit gently explored his new face with cringing fingertips, wincing as he did.
âI
still
canât tell them apart,â Kalten marveled, staring first at Berit and then at Sparhawk.
âThat was sort of the idea,â Sparhawk told him.
âWhich one are you?â
âTry to be serious, Kalten.â
âNow that we know how itâs done, we can make some other changes as well,â Sephrenia told them. âWeâll give you all different faces so that youâll be able to move around freely â
and
weâll put men wearing
your
faces here in the palace. I think we can all expect to be watched, even after the Harvest Festival, and this should nullify that particular problem.â
âWe can make more detailed plans later,â Vanion said. âLetâs get Berit and Khalad on their way first. Whatâs the customary route when someone wants to go overland from here to Beresa?â He unrolled a map and spread it out on the table.
âMost travelers go by sea,â Oscagne replied, but those who donât usually cross the peninsula to Micae and then take a ship across the gulf to the mainland.â
âThere donât seem to be any roads over there,â Vanion frowned, looking at the map.
âItâs a relatively uninhabited region, Lord Vanion,â Oscagne shrugged, âsalt marshes and the like. What few tracks there are wouldnât show up on the map.â
âDo the best you can,â Vanion told the two young men. âOnce you get past the Tamul Mountains, youâll hit that road that skirts the western side of the jungle.â
âIâd make a special point of staying out of those mountains, Berit,â Ulath advised. âThere are Trolls there now.â
Berit nodded.
âYouâd better have a talk with Faran, Sparhawk,â Khalad suggested. âI donât think heâll be fooled just because Beritâs wearing your face, and Beritâs going to have to ride him if this is going to be convincing.â
âIâd forgotten that,â Sparhawk admitted.
âI thought you might have.â
âAll right then,â Vanion continued his instructions to the two young men, âfollow that road down to Lydros, then take the road round the southern tip of Arjuna toBeresa. Thatâs the logical route, and theyâll probably be expecting you to go that way.â
Thatâs going to take quite a while, Lord Vanion,â Khalad said.
âI know. Evidently Krager and his friends want it to. If they were in a hurry, theyâd have instructed Sparhawk to go by sea.â
âGive Berit your wifeâs ring, Sparhawk,â Flute instructed.
âWhat?â
âZalasta can sense the ring, and if he can, Cyrgon can, too â and Klæl will
definitely
feel it. If you donât give Berit the ring, changing his face was just a waste of time.â
âYouâre putting Berit and Khalad in a great deal of danger,â Sephrenia said critically.
âThatâs what we get paid for, little mother,â Khalad shrugged.
âIâll watch over them,â Aphrael assured her sister. She looked critically at Berit. âCall me,â she told him.
âMaâam?â
âUse the spell, Berit,â she explained with exaggerated patience. âI want to be sure youâre doing it right.â
âOh.â Berit carefully enunciated the spell of summoning, his hands moving in the intricate accompanying gestures.
âYou mispronounced
âKajerasticonâ
,â she corrected him.
Sephrenia was trying without much success to suppress a laugh.
âWhatâs so funny?â Talen asked her.
âSir Beritâs pronunciations raised some questions about his meaning,â Stragen explained.
âWhat did he say?â Talen asked curiously.
âJust never mind what he said,â Flute told him primly. âWeâre not here to