'Grand.' Kellin wiped her forehead on her tunic sleeve. 'Don't you two know anything that might help us speed this process up a bit?'

'Nothing we can risk right now,' Steven said. 'With any luck, Mark is honed in on the magic keeping that... whatever it was-'

'Tan-bak,' Gilmour supplied.

'Keeping that tan-bak alive out there somewhere. We're in enough danger simply from the fact that he might stumble across the mystical energy coming from the far portal and the spell book down in the cabin.'

Brexan said, 'I thought that with Carpello's shipments running north, Mark wouldn't notice the difference between a ship loaded with that Ronan tree bark and one with your Larion toys.'

'We have to hope not,' Gilmour said, 'but judging from our trip thus far, we haven't been very lucky at keeping ourselves invisible. I made a mistake the day we encountered that naval cruiser. I don't know if that's why Mark sent the tan-bak, but I'm unwilling to risk using magic again until we are closer to Pellia. Once there, I'm betting we can use a bit of sorcery and Mark won't be any wiser.'

'Because it will ... what? Mix with the other magic already in Pellia?'

'Correct,' Gilmour said, 'if even one of those shipments is moored in the harbour and with the tides and the traffic in the Northeast Channel, we have to hope that at least one of them was delayed my magic shouldn't make much noise at all.'

'But he detected enough powerful magic to decide to destroy that other ship and then send the tan-bak for us,' Brexan said hesitantly. 'Won't he do that again?'

'I don't think so,' Gilmour replied. 'When the Malakasian sorcerer was having at us from his ship, his spells were noisy, like pebbles dropped into a dead-calm mill pond. When I cast the spell protecting Steven, it was a bigger pebble, like a small stone.'

'And Mark felt the difference,' Kellin said.

'He did. But the schooner I discovered from Wellham Ridge was radiating so much energy, I believe I could be hammering away with everything I have and Mark wouldn't be able to tell the difference.'

Brexan untied her cloak and draped it over the forward hatch. 'So a shipment is like a big rock in your mill pond.'

'A boulder,' Gilmour agreed. 'Once we get near Pellia, if we're lucky, Mark will have no idea that we're still alive, still after him.'

'And then what?' Kellin looked at him expectantly.

'By then, it won't matter. If we can't sneak into the city, we'll have to go in the front door, and that will mean using everything in our arsenal.'

Kellin recalled their battle in Meyers' Vale, and for the first time all Twinmoon, the idea that she was travelling with two deadly sorcerers was comforting.

Brexan broke the silence. 'Tell me about that book, Gilmour. What's it say? What's in there?'

The familiar look of uncertainty passed across Gilmour's face. He checked on Garec and Marrin's progress, then said, A very long time ago in Gorsk, a man named Lessek-'

'The Lessek?' Brexan interrupted, 'as in all the stories we heard when we were young?'

'That's him.' Gilmour rooted in his tunic for a pipe and, unable to find one, looked suddenly like a two-thousand-Twinmoon-old man who didn't know what to do with his hands. Giving up, he went on, 'Lessek used an exceedingly small bit of... well, call it magic, coupled with his knowledge to create spells. At first, they were nothing terribly impressive, so I understand this was Ages and Eras before I was born but he learned to move air around a room, to wilt a flower, to get water to freeze, carnival tricks, really, but over time, he continued his research and generated a long list of spells. He would investigate the nature of something, study it, interact with it, pick it apart sometimes even tear it apart, and then use aspects of his previous spellwork to create a bigger and more powerful incantation.'

'Common phrase spells?' Steven asked.

'Exactly,'Gilmour replied, 'spells with parts of various incantations in common so as to harness exponential power, layered magic.'

'Good gods,' Kellin whispered.

'When you think about it, there were few greater discoveries in the history of Eldarn. It's the innovation that made magic such a dominant force in our cultural history. You two have never been to Steven's world, where there's little history of magical innovation, so the culture there is based on religion, common social values and traditions, the family, and democratic and economic ideals. Magic has played almost no role at all in defining who they are; actually, the extent of its thread through the fabric of Steven's cultural history is as entertainment, and it appears in a handful of religious stories. But here, Lessek's contributions to Eldarni history, as a researcher and a scholar, are just that: he made magic one of the building blocks of Eldarni culture. It is a stone in the foundation of who we are.'

Brexan said, 'So before Lessek, there was no magic?'

'Oh, there was plenty-' Gilmour gestured as if the seeds of cultural mysticism were all around them, 'but its purpose had not yet come into focus. It was potential energy, freely floating, essentially useless until Lessek channelled it together.'

'So the book is a listing of his spells?' Brexan jumped ahead.

'Actually, no,' Gilmour said. 'You see, what Lessek did was more than generate an array of spells. By bringing magic to the forefront of Eldarni social development, he started a rock rolling down a mountain. There was no way to stop it; people saw what magic could offer, the role it could play in their lives: in education and medicine, in warfare and yes, even entertainment. Over time, they embraced the notion that magic would be going on around them all the time. It went from something people feared to something they accepted, and a few of them discovered that with training, they could wield it.'

'The Larion Senators,' Kellin said.

'Right,' Steven broke in, 'recognising that there were people amongst them who could perform magic everyday people, neighbours and friends would have made it easier for anyone to accept magic and its widening impact.'

'Yes and no,' Gilmour said. 'Like anything difficult to understand, magic had its naysayers, and a sad number of sorcerers were outcasts, ostracised by their communities.'

'But I'd wager they were all there, lined up and waiting for their due, when it came time to heal the sick, to bring in a bumper crop or to revolutionise the shipping industry,' Steven added.

Gilmour shrugged. 'People will be people.'

'Nice to know nothing's really different.'

'You sound like Mark.'

'Go on, Gilmour,' Brexan said, 'you still haven't told us about the spells in the book.'

'Right, sorry, the book.' Gilmour waved to Garec through the fog, then said, 'The book is a spell book, but at the same time, it's more than a spell book.'

'Great, that's helpful. Thanks, Gilmour. Anyone know what's for breakfast?' Brexan grinned. 'I hope you're going to elaborate a bit for us.'

'If you'll give me a chance,' he said, smiling himself. 'There are spells in that volume that are evident, while others are hidden, though implied, just waiting for the right reader to come along and take them for his or her use. It is a comprehensive look at the nature of magic and mysticism, but it doesn't read like a normal book. Granted, the pages are filled with Lessek's handwriting, but it's what lies between the pages and within the pages that makes this particular book so powerful.'

'I still don't understand,' Kellin said. 'So the book carries more than just the words on the pages?'

'Oh, great gods, yes. That book is the gateway to worlds and worlds of information on magic and mystical energy. You see, Lessek's work didn't end with the general acceptance of magic as a fundamental tenet in Eldarni culture. Instead, he went on researching, studying, experimenting and improving his ability to tap into the magics of our world, and of worlds beyond the Fold, as evidenced by our new friends from Colorado.'

'Stop it; I'm blushing,' Steven teased.

'With Lessek's leadership, the Larion Senate was able to find, tap and retrieve magic from planes of existence, memory, emotion, good and evil that we can barely imagine. It was a boom that so changed Eldarn there was no going back. The Larion Senate, a group of mystics, many of whom had been thrown out of their communities, were suddenly the world's teachers and leaders. They had to be; no one else could understand, never mind manipulate, that power.'

'It sounds like things were taking a turn for the worse,' Kellin said.

'They would have, if Lessek hadn't invented a safe means by which to tap into the reservoir of power the Larion Senate had accumulated. With that done, tension and fear in the five lands eased, and Eldarn breathed a sigh of relief.'

'That was the spell table?' Brexan asked.

'Exactly,' Steven said. 'It was an elaborate ... safe deposit box, for lack of a better term.'

'So the book tells how to operate the table?' Brexan said.

'I wish it were that easy,' Gilmour replied. 'No, the book outlines magic's place in Eldarni culture. It uses Lessek's spells coupled with aspects of Eldarni history, social innovation, creativity and a variety of other common values and cultural cornerstones to describe the very nature of the magic Lessek and the Larion Senate were able to amass in the spell table.'

'So, the good and the bad,' Kellin said, looking for Garec herself.

'More than that,' Gilmour said. 'It describes the possible and the impossible, the nebulous regions between the real and the unreal, the future and the past, the truth as concrete, hard and fast and the truth as malleable, uncertain and out of reach. The book is legendary for sometimes showing what a sorcerer wants wants to know and other times what a sorcerer to know and other times what a sorcerer needs needs to know. There have even been times although I can't say for certain if this truly happened when the book showed a sorcerer something false and led the poor sod astray.' to know. There have even been times although I can't say for certain if this truly happened when the book showed a sorcerer something false and led the poor sod astray.'

'Just to be funny? It makes jokes?' Brexan was confused.

'Because understanding what is true, real and necessary is often enhanced by one's ability to recognise something unreal, something untrue. Success can only be recognised as the opposite side of failure; without knowing failures and lies, one cannot appreciate successes and truths. The book understands that, and we, even we sorcerers, cannot dictate how magic and knowledge interact. It is a relationship that they form and that they foster. Our lot as the Larion Senate was to try and understand it well enough to tap its power in service to Eldarn.'

'And you did,' Kellin said.

'For a long time, yes.' Gilmour sighed. 'But now, a sorcerer with all the knowledge that I have, with all the experience that I have, and with all the conviction that I have, plans to open the table and use it against Eldarn.'

'Will it stand for that?'

'I don't think it cares.' Gilmour pursed his lips. 'That may be the reason Lessek wanted us to understand magic on a comprehensive level. It wasn't enough to be able to work a few spells and help a few people. We were harnessing an energy source, a power unlike anything we had ever seen, certainly more than most of us could comprehend. Our strongest and most promising practitioner, an old friend of mine named Nerak, pushed too far, and it swallowed him in an instant. It is the energy of life, death, creation and destruction; it is raw emotion and raw power.'

'Can you read the book?' Kellin asked.

Gilmour sighed again. 'To be honest, I haven't tried in about a Twinmoon.'

'Why not?'

'Well, the last couple of times I opened it, Nerak knew, and he used my wide-eyed innocence against me.' Gilmour searched for the right words, then said simply, 'It hurt... a lot.'

'Wide-eyed innocence?' Brexan said.

'Yes, actually.' Gilmour was amused. 'For a two-thousand-Twinmoon-old grettan, I have relatively limited experience with magic on this level. Granted, I spent hundreds of Twinmoons hiding all over the Eastlands, generating and experimenting with common-phrase magic, but before our battle on the Prince Prince Marek, I'd only seen the book a few times in my life. Nerak had it at Welstar Palace. Any other copies, if there are other copies, were either hidden there or destroyed.' Marek, I'd only seen the book a few times in my life. Nerak had it at Welstar Palace. Any other copies, if there are other copies, were either hidden there or destroyed.'

'How about you, Steven?' Kellin asked. 'Can you read it?'

Steven chuckled. 'I'm able to open the pages and look through it, but much of what it says seems like gibberish to me. I can't understand it at all.'

'But you can touch it; you can flip through it, look at the writing, feel the pages, and nothing leaps out to cripple you, pull at your beard or slap you stupid?'

'The first time I touched the book was on the Prince Marek, Prince Marek, the night I went back for Lessek's key. I had just begun to tap the power Nerak sublimated into Kantu's old walking stick-' the night I went back for Lessek's key. I had just begun to tap the power Nerak sublimated into Kantu's old walking stick-'

'That hickory staff?' Kellin interrupted.

'Yes, the one from the glen, but I hadn't come to grips with the suggestion that there might be magic inside me, that I might be one of those rare few who Twinmoons ago would have been driven out of my town or shipped off to Sandcliff Palace to join the Larion Senate. When I touched the book that night, it tried to take me.'

'Take you?' Brexan recoiled.

'Engulf me, swallow me whole, I don't know, drag me into oblivion, just for fun. It was phenomenal power; I felt it through my fingertips, everything all at once, everything Gilmour just described, the essence of the book, not just what's written on its pages.'

'So it reached out to you with something true, something false, some joke, what?' Brexan asked.

'I think it reached out to him with everything about itself, about magic,' Gilmour tried to clarify. 'The book understood Steven's potential, long before Steven did, and whether it was communicating with him or trying to purloin his power for itself, the book definitely embraced him with more than just the words written on the pages.' He grinned. 'From one perspective, it was quite an honour for Steven.'

'To be absorbed into the comprehensive essence of magic?' Kellin said. 'No thanks; I'm full.'

Brexan laughed. 'So why can you read it now?'

'I hit a speed bump,' Steven said. 'Lessek's key taught me, by kicking me solidly in the backside, several times, how to recognise the key elements in any magical equation.'

'Equation?'

He shrugged. 'I'm a mathematician; it makes sense to me that way. I was in the garbage dump near my home, preparing myself to spend the next ten Twinmoons digging through rotten meat and broken glass, when the key taught me how to separate what's important from what's not, essentially.'

'What happened?'

'The less important parts blurred together.' He frowned. 'I guess I did it... I do do it to them.' it to them.'

'Do what?'

'Blur them, take them out of the equation so the key variables can come into focus, and then manipulate them based on my knowledge and whatever magic happens to come bursting out of me at the time.' He raised an eyebrow at Gilmour, who smiled and nodded. 'Anyway, after that day, I was able to flip through the book. It was as if on our second meeting, the book recognised that I had grown a good deal in my understanding of my own magic.'

'But you still can't read it,' Brexan persisted.

'Not really, no.'

'And Gilmour, you haven't felt comfortable opening it.'

'The last time I opened it, the book spewed forth a coil of otherworldly serpents armed with a poison so toxic that I had to abandon my former body and go in search of a new host.' He posed comically, then said, 'But to answer your question, no, I haven't been thrilled about opening it again.'

'So do we consider it an asset?' Brexan went on, 'if no one can use it to help us?'

'No one can use it against us, either,' Steven pointed out.

'I suppose that's true,' Brexan said.

'And who knows?' Gilmour added, 'between now and the end of this struggle, it may become necessary to use the book's information again.'

'Information,' Brexan mused.

'Exactly,' Gilmour said, 'more information than power. Granted, it's a monstrously powerful tome, but its purpose is educational.'

From beneath the bow, Marrin called, 'Steven, Kellin, anyone!'

Steven hugged the bowsprit, leaned over and said, 'Since you're going out, I'll take a tube of mint toothpaste.'

Marrin frowned. 'Rutting foreigners!'

Garec grinned. 'They move in and just ruin the village.'

'What do you need?' Steven asked.

'I need a pot of tecan and a burning brazier,' Garec said. 'It's gods-rutting freezing down here.'

'Please tell Captain Ford to leave the anchor in place for now,' Marrin said. 'We'll row over there, around the west side of that big island. It shouldn't take us long to get there and back, but I want you to know where we're going in case this fog gets any worse when the tide starts moving again.'