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Calandryll said, "The Arcanum."

"I know not what it was called," Cennaire lied,
"only that he seemed to value it."

"Aye," said Calandryll bitterly. "He values it."

"The warrior whose shape he took," Bracht
rasped. "Can you describe him?"

"He was short," she told the Kern. "With bowed
legs and oily hair. Armored; he wore a helmet, a
veil of metal over his face."

WILD MAGIC 7

Bracht chopped air with an impatient hand: "You
describe every Jesseryte horseman on the Plain.
Tell us of his face, that we shall know him."

"You'd go after him?"

For all she knewтАФanticipated accompanying
themтАФthat this should be the way of it, still
Cennaire found it easy to put surprise in her ques-
tion: it seemed an impossible pursuit.

"We must," Calandryll told her, gentler than the
Kern. "Can you describe him?"

She shook her head. "Not wellтАФhe looked not
very different from the others. His face was broad,
his eyes slitted." She paused a moment, frowning
in genuine concentration. "He wore a mustache,
and I think he was young."

"Ahrd!" Bracht snapped. "The god who made the
Jesserytes lacked imaginationтАФshe describes a
thousand of them. More!"

Katya motioned for him to be patient, speaking
for the first time. "How long ago was this?" she
asked.
Her voice was calm, deliberately soothing in
counterpoint to the Kern's urgency. Cennaire
smiled wanly: one woman thanking another for her
support, and said, "Three days ago."

Bracht's curse rang loud in the warm air. "Three