he has been here. He left behind a rune in the old temple that was triggered a few weeks ago.â He lifted his head to scent the air, then shook his mane and turned his attention back to her. âI donât pay enough attention to the town. If Karadoc hadnât called me when the first of the creatures appeared, it might have taken me too long to find the rune on my own. As it was, other than destroying the rune, I could do little for them in the stone of the town, so I called them here, where your wards could do some of the work while I took care of the tainted things. I wasnât expecting the troll, so I used myself up healing the priest and driving away the little things. A troll . . .â He sighed. âA normal troll would not have been too difficult, but that one . . . Your wards kept him mostly away from the villagers until today.â
âThere was a rune in the temple,â Seraph said.
âTo awaken and draw those things that bear the collar of the Shadowed,â the forest king explained. âThe priest took me to the temple, and we destroyed the rune. Not soon enough.â
Runes were solsenti wizardry mostly. Seraph was only marginally familiar with the theory behind themâthough there were a few useful ones that she used sometimes. She did know that they could be drawn and set to wait until something triggered them. The temple had only been built this past winter, though, so the Shadowed had been in Redern sometime since then.
A number of the Pathâs wizards had come with Volis, the wizard-priest sheâd killed in the new temple in the village. The other wizards kidnaped Tier, then left for Taela. The Shadowed could have been among them.
Perhaps the mistwight that killed the smithâs daughter had been drawn from whatever place it had been hidden and was traveling toward Redern. After the forest king stopped the call it settled in the smithâs well. Unhappily, she wondered how many other creatures were even now preying upon defenseless villagesâmaybe that was what Benroln had been called to fight.
The burn of power slowed Seraphâs thoughts, and she returned to her wardings. The forest king followed her when she moved, grazing while she worked.
Darkness fell under the trees, though she could see patches of light where the trees were thin. The birds quieted as they settled in for sleep, but there was music coming from the farm. She smiled; let more than two Rederni get together, and there would be music.
She examined the progress of her magicweaving critically and was satisfied. Her thoughts were a little clearer than theyâd been, and the wards were strong and tightly woven.
âTier told me once that he thought Jesâs forest king shared a number of traits with Ellevanal,â she told the horse casually.
Ellevanal was the god worshiped by the mountain peoples, including the Rederni. Though today was only the second time Seraph had seen him, Jes had spent his summers exploring the woods with a creature heâd called the forest king since he was old enough to run.
âBards see things that others do not,â agreed the forest king, taking another bite of grass.
âWhat would the Rederni say if they saw their god of forests eating grass?â asked Seraph.
âThey are not Travelers,â replied the god after heâd finished chewing. âThey would not see what you do.â
She laughed despite herself. âNow thatâs a properly mystical answer.â
âI thought so,â he said. âBut it is true for all of that.â
âGods do not look haggard and sick to their worshipers?â
âYou donât believe in the gods,â Ellevanal said. âHow would you know what they do or donât do?â The teasing note fell from his voice. âThey say that the Travelers donât believe in the gods because they killed theirs and ate them.â
âIâve never