The mage quickly raised a finger to his lips and indicated the need for silence. He was thinner, and much of the vanity was gone from his manner. The once-brilliant gold sheen of his hair was now a miserable brown, and it was cut much shorter. Had it been burned away? Magius was also wearing something else Huma had not seen him dressed in since the early days of training-a crimson robe.

"Come! I have laid a confusion spell on Lord Avondale's men, but it will not be long before they realize which way you really ran!"

"But-" Huma knew it was madness to follow his old friend again, but the bonds forged strong yesterday were just as powerful today.

"Come!" Magius repeated urgently.

Huma followed.

They moved with astonishing speed through the town, eventually coming to the far southern end. Two horses awaited them there. Magius indicated that the more massive of the beasts was for the knight. Only when they were well on their way did Magius speak.

"We must ride hard for some time. There is a Solamnic outpost to bypass."

"Outpost?" Somewhat unfamiliar with regions south of Solamnia, the news came as a great shock to Huma. Knights of Solamnia! In Ergoth!

"Was that you who unleashed the light?"

"Yes," Magius replied. "I'll explain in the morning, after I am sure we have lost whatever pursuit the Ergothian no doubt has organized already!"

Huma slowed the horse. "Why are we running from Lord Avondale?"

The mage's eyes flashed. "Are you blind? Do you think the Ergothian was aiding you out of the goodness of his soul?"

Huma refrained from snapping back that, yes, he had come to trust the noble. Where was the crime in that?

"You told him that there was something in the mountains, didn't you? You told him about the path!"

"You're babbling, Magius. I don't even know about any path."

Magius grimaced, and Huma realized that the mage had let something slip. The spellcaster recovered quickly, though, and said, "You told him there is something in the mountains to the southwest that could bring victory against Takhisis. He is first and foremost an Ergothian noble, Huma. Ergothian nobles are noted for their willingness to do whatever they must in order to increase their own prestige and power. Think what you have told him. What a great prize it would be for him to deliver to his emperor. Think about how the emperor would reward the man who succeeded in bringing peace to Ansalon at long last. An Ergothian noble would kill for something as valuable as what we seek."

The words-or perhaps it was the tone-almost seemed hypnotic. Huma kept telling himself that Lord Avondale was a good man. Yet would his loyalty not be first to his emperor rather than to a wandering knight? He had offered Huma safe passage, but only if the knight first traveled with him. Huma shook the madness from his head. He was not sure anymore what was right or wrong, except that he wanted to find that mountain. He was now headed that direction, and it seemed pointless to turn back now.

He did not notice the bitter smile that crept onto the worn face of the mage as the latter turned forward once more.

With Magius guiding them, they rode a twisted path through the plains and wooded lands southwest of Caergoth.

It was near dawn before the two finally came to a halt. Magius revealed a small, nearly hidden lake. They tied the horses near good grazing. The mage went to sleep shortly after-again without explaining things. Huma propped himself against a tree and sat staring out at the calm lake. He pondered the renegade mage who now wanted Huma as badly as he wanted Magius. Dracos.

The dreadwolf had been reduced to ash, leaving Galan Dracos without his spy and blind to the doings of Huma and Magius, at least for the time being. With the war taking so much of his personal effort, the renegade magic-user had been forced to rely on his spies for too much. Huma suspected that Dracos knew at least as much as Huma did about what Magius sought, and perhaps more. Somewhere, sometime, there would be more spies-and Huma had no doubt that sooner or later Galan Dracos would temporarily turn from his many other tasks and personally endeavor to put an end to both his enemies and their quest.

He picked up a small pebble and tossed it into the center of the lake-only to watch it come flying back out at him. Huma tried to stand, but his legs buckled. What had he walked into this time? he wondered angrily.

Abruptly, a woman's head popped up from the edge of the lake. Though slightly green, it was very lovely. The eyes were narrow slits, as if the woman had just awakened. She had a tiny, pert nose and long, full lips. When she rose from the water, Huma saw that she was slim and long-legged, although she would not stand even as high as his shoulders. Her sole garment, a thin gown, was soaked and clung to every curve. A nymph. He had heard stories of them. They were said to be of the Age of Dreams, when there was no recorded history. Whether they were a race was debatable. They were very rarely seen.

"Hello, manling." Her voice was melodious, like a small forest bird's. She smiled, and Huma's face reddened. Still, attractive though she was, another female form, Gwyneth's, superimposed itself on his imagination. He managed to get to his feet.

"Hello." It took him some time to build up the nerve to reply. The nymph disturbed him even as she attracted him. Such creatures, legend said, were not only playful, but deadly. More than one man had been lured to his demise, if there was any truth in the ancient tales. Huma's hand stroked the pommel of his sword. Her kind was magical, and, despite his friendship with Magius, Huma still shared some of the knighthood's distrust of sorcery.

Huma looked down by his side and was surprised to find that Magius still slept. Huma suspected the sleep was no longer natural, and he shuddered.

The nymph gave a surprised laugh. "I thought you were someone else," she said. "I like you, too, though."

"Oh?" He tried his best to be casual, though his heart and mind were racing. "Why did you think I was someone else?" If others visited the lake, Huma did not wish to remain here long. Should they be anything like the nymph, Huma suspected he would stand no chance if it came to conflict. His hand involuntarily gripped the handle of his weapon.

"You look like Buoron. All that silly metal. He comes to visit me. Would you like to see my home?"

Huma stepped back anxiously. Her home, according to what little he knew, was probably at the bottom of the lake. If she decided to compel him . . . "No, thank you," he hurriedly answered. "I would not wish to impose."

She pouted. "You even sound like Buoron."

"Were you expecting him?" Huma glanced quickly around the edge of the lake, half-expecting to see a heavily armored figure come crashing through the trees at any moment.

The nymph walked onto the shore. Huma turned to Magius, but the mage still slept.

"He won't wake until I let him. I don't like him."

The knight's brow wrinkled. "You know him, too?"

She waved off the spellcaster as inconsequential. "Not him. His image."

"Where?" Huma did not know what to make of this creature. She seemed fragile, but her power was strong enough to have trapped Magius with ease. Perhaps that would not have been possible if Magius had not been so exhausted, but it still bespoke great ability.

"I see it in my mirror. It shows me what others are dreaming. It gets so boring out here. I miss the cavern builders."

"Cavern builders?"

"The ones that dig in the ground, silly. You know, short funny men."

Dwarves. It was maddening to try to make sense of some of the things the nymph said.

She was standing close to him now, innocently leaning just close enough to unnerve him. "Are you sure you would not like to come see my home? I won't let you drown as long as you do not get boring."

There was the real trap. How many males had succumbed to that beauty and followed her down, only to find themselves trapped in a sea cave? Instinctively, he uttered a prayer to Paladine.

The nymph stepped away. "I wish you would not do that!"

Although not technically evil, she was not a creature of Paladine, nor Gilean, either. Therefore, true prayers to either, could annoy her or even drive her away.

Huma was about to apologize when he heard the sound of a heavy horse coming through the brush not far away. He tried to rise and grip his sword.

'Why, here comes Buoron. I hope you two will fight. I have not watched a good fight in centuries."

The horse and rider broke through the foliage and onto the narrow strip of plain surrounding the tiny lake. The man wore a cloak over most of his body, but Huma could see the glint of armor underneath. The newcomer did not notice them at first. When he did, he merely gaped at Huma. The cloak slid open, and Huma was given his first good view of the armor beneath. Huma looked from armor to face, and back to armor again. He recalled Magius's hurried mention of an outpost somewhere in southern Ergoth. A Solamnic outpost.

The nymph smiled sweetly. "See why I mistook you for Buoron? You even wear the same armor."

It was true. Buoron was a Knight of the Crown.

Chapter 13.

Buoron turned to gaze at the nymph. He was a rough-featured man, neither handsome nor ugly, but weathered. A deep sadness was in his eyes. Oddly, he was also minus the impressive mustache that most knights sported. Instead, he wore a black beard clipped in the same style as Lord Avondale. Huma wondered how long the other Solamnic knight had lived in this region.

"Leave us now," Buoron said to the nymph.

"Will you not fight?"

Buoron seemed disgusted by the question. "He is one of my comrades. I will not fight him."

"Oh." She frowned, then brightened. "Will you fight the mage?"

"Mage?" The other knight brushed an errant lock of hair from his face and looked at the slumbering bundle. "He must be sorely tired to sleep through all this."

"She's put him under," Huma explained.

A sigh. The knight seemed to expect this. "Why?"

The nymph pouted. "I do not like him. He is one of the dreamers I showed you."

"Is he now?" Buoron straightened, his interest keenly awakened. "Which one?"

"The one who keeps dying."

Huma's eyes narrowed. At one point in their travels, Magius had revealed that his death scene now repeated itself constantly in his dreams. The nymph could not have known that. Or could she? Did she really see others' dreams?

"Release him," the rider ordered.

"Do you not want to sit with me?" She shifted all too purposefully. Buoron's face reddened again.

"No. Leave us. This is important."

The water creature put two delicate hands on her hips and gave an angry look. "I do not like you anymore. I no longer want you to come visit me."

She ran off into the water and, when it proved deep enough, dove beneath the surface. There was nothing to indicate that she was anything but human, save for the slight greenish cast to her skin and the amazing fluidity of her movements. Huma wondered how she breathed.

Buoron muttered, "She does not mean what she said. She's been angry with me more than a dozen times before, and each time she forgets before I've drawn another breath. I believe it's the nature of her kind, though I've never seen another."

Huma looked down at the still-slumbering Magius. "Will she remember to release her victim?"

"Give her a few moments. She can hold onto the spell for only a brief time longer. You know my name, brother of the Order. What might yours be?"

Huma straightened. "I am Huma, Knight of the Crown, out of Vingaard Keep."

"Vingaard!" The name was spoken as if the name of Paladine himself. "Have they broken through at last? Is the war finally coming to a close?"

Huma shook his head and then stared at the ground. Quickly, he described what had happened. Buoron was not pleased.

"One of her games," Buoron said with a gesture toward the water, "is to take the dreamer's mirror, an ancient artifact, shake it, and see whose dreams she gets." The bearded knight shivered. "The dreams of the Dragonqueen's servants are darker than you could ever imagine."

"Has she always lived here?"

Buoron shrugged. He did not like speaking about the nymph. His relationship, no matter what it was, was something the knighthood would not condone. "She was here when I joined the outpost. Her treasures are incredibly ancient." He paused. "I came upon her by accident. The other knights never come this far. I was chasing a stag, and I had no desire to lose it. It is not often we eat such splendid fare at the outpost. For one reason or another, the stag rushed through here. I fell when my steed came to an abrupt halt, and when I finally had cleared the pain from my head, I found myself looking into her eyes."

Huma could read the embarrassment in the other knight's features. "You need have no fear, brother of the Order. I will tell no one of this lake."

Buoron shrugged. 'They know, more or less. I have made no secret of my comings and goings, and I have done little more than sit with her. A nymph is not real. I would want something more." Magius began to stir. The other knight pointed at him. "Your sorcerous friend wakes. I doubt he will take kindly to having been kept under a glamour spell all this time."

Huma glanced down. Magius was not yet truly awake, but any decision on Huma's part would have to be swift. "He need not know."

The bearded knight said nothing, but gratitude flared in his eyes. It was obvious to Huma that he cared more about the water nymph than he had indicated.

Magius leaped up as some sense told him that he and Huma were no longer alone. He turned to stare at the newcomer "Greetings, Red Robe." Buoron's salutation was crisp and functional. Magius received only the respect due one who traveled with a fellow knight.

The mage had recovered. He bowed low in the manner so typical of him and returned the greeting. "My greetings to you, Knight of Solamnia. I had no idea another of the noble knighthood was so far south."

Huma's expression did not change, but he was disturbed by yet another lie from his friend. When they had fled from the ruins, Magius had commented on his desire to bypass the outpost.

"We have an outpost down here," Buoron replied. "A small one and often forgotten. I do not doubt it will be abandoned as the years pass."

"Yes." The magic-user was visibly uninterested. Instead, he was staring down at the spot where he had been sleeping and then at the lake. "My apologies for not rising sooner. It is unlike me. I did not mean to be impolite."

Buoron fidgeted and his horse, a cream-colored charger, stepped nervously about as it felt the shifting of its rider. "Not at all. It happens often here. I, myself, have fallen into the very same sort of sleep."

"It is still no excuse."

"How far is it to the outpost?" Huma finally asked, causing Magius to glare at him.

"Not far. An hour's ride. You must come, of course. Despite the terrible news you bring, your presence would be appreciated."

Magius chuckled enigmatically.

The other knight was taking a distinct dislike to the spell-caster. Pretending not to have heard the mage's laugh, Buoron indicated the duo's mounts.

"These beasts appear to have been ridden all night. They need some proper care if you plan to move on." He was careful not to ask the purpose of their journey, assuming that Huma would inform him if and when it was proper.

The mage gave in. "Very well. It shall have to be a short stop, though. We have far to travel."

"Um." That was all that Buoron would say in reply, but he watched both men with interest, Huma noted, as they untied their animals and mounted them. When they were ready, he pointed to the west. "That way. Ride on ahead. I'll be only a moment."

Huma and Magius urged their steeds through the trees and brush. The former glanced back and saw Buoron dismount and remove a small wooden carving from one of his saddlebags. The water nearby began to bubble, and the head of the nymph broke the surface. Then Huma's view was cut off by the trees. When his companion turned to him, the knight reacted as if his thoughts had been on the trail ahead.

It was not more than a minute or two before Buoron came riding up behind them. He nodded to Huma and immediately took the lead.