her.â
âVery well,â said Brother Benedict. âYou may now return from beyond the candlelight. At the count of five you will become visible again, then you will awaken and remember all you saw and heard.â
The monk counted slowly. When he reached five, there was a sudden shimmering in the empty chair, and a sleepy Nysa appeared and opened her eyes.
She blinked at them and shook her head as if she had been dreaming, then abruptly sat up straight. âOh!â she gasped. âOh, dear!â Suddenly, as if vividly recalling what she had experienced, she put her slender hands over her face and cried.
âNow, now,â Brother Benedict purred, hurrying over to her and petting her as he would a child. âIâm sorry, my dear. If it wasnât absolutely necessary for you to help us, I would have blanked out your memory. I know this is hard â¦â
âItâitâs all right, Benedict,â Nysa answered. âIt was such a shock to suddenly be with Cerid and actually talk to her, then to have a sort of curtain come between us. And such a gorgeous place! Such flowers!â
âI didnât expect it to be a bog with vipers,â the monk said dryly. âNow, hereâs what you must do: Take Merraâs quill and some vellum, and write down the formula as you remember itâand everything Cerid told you about the sword. While you are doing that, weâll be comparing our two copies.â
Merraâs copy, Brian saw, was far better than his own. Both copies, however, had gaps in them, though not always in the same place. Brother Benedict placed the two copies side by side, studied them carefully, and filled in most of the doubtful spots by substituting words from one copy or the other. Finally, when Nysa finished her version of what Cerid had said, the monk used it for additional corrections.
âNow weâre getting somewhere,â he told them. âWe cannot be far off.â
Merra shook her head. âUncle Benedict,â she began in a strained voice, âthis isnât a formula for traveling in Aradel. One little mistake in the figures might not matter too much hereâso long as we didnât have to worry about heights. Butâbutâdonât you see? When we go after the sword, weâll be traveling through time.â
âI do understand, Merra,â her uncle said. âThe formula must be absolutely correct. And Iâm convinced that the four of us can come up with a copy that is. Itâs just a matter of remembering what we heard, and carefully going over and overââ
âIâIâve an idea,â Brian interrupted. âWhy donât we make the most perfect copy we can, and then you place Nysa under another spell andâand send her back to Cerid for corrections?â
âThere isnât time,â he was told. âWhat you donât realize is that it has taken a great deal of energy to contact Cerid this evening. Not only mine, but Nysaâs. Sheâs depleted. It will be another full day before she can build up reserve enough to try it again. Then it may be too late.â
âI see.â
âThe thought frightens me, son. Weâve been working on the peasant groups for a long time, getting them secretly organized. What happened today set them off in a way that nothing else could. Theyâre suddenly wild to fight. It took all my power of persuasion to get them to hold off for two days. If we fail to have the sword by then, theyâll attack Rondelaine on their ownâand theyâll be slaughtered. They rose against Albericus not long after he came, when they had no sword to follow and no leadership. Many hundreds died.â
âWas that when my father, Harle, was killed?â
âYes.â
Brianâs jaw hardened. âIâll make Albericus pay if itâs the last thing I do. Letâs go over these copies again.â
Hours later Nysa