Milla made sure her sword was under her hand, and then she began the process of telling herself to wake up after fourteen hundred breaths.
That done, she sank quickly into sleep.
Odris yawned, surprising herself. To keep awake, she launched herself into the air. She hadn't expected to feel sleepy, but it made sense. She could feel Milla's shadow inside her, and the connection from it to the sleeping Icecarl.
Odris could also sense some part of Milla's dreams. It was like seeing something out of the corner of her eyes. She kept getting fleeting glimpses of a great expanse of ice, and strange creatures, and men and women in furs, and a ship…
Odris blinked again, shutting the images out. Then she shot around in a wide circle, exerting herself in order to keep awake. There was no sign of the Hugthing, but there were many creatures that roamed the night in Aenir. Odris kept some lightning crackling in her right hand, and her eyes on the ground.
She must not fall asleep. Her companion was counting on her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Tal woke to find Adras floating above him, blocking out the sun. Judging from the heat and how high the sun was, it was late morning. Tal looked around at the grass blowing in the light breeze and sighed.
His neck hurt. There was no sign of Milla, or the other Storm Shepherd, Odris.
Perhaps there was something else he could have done, Tal thought as he massaged his neck. But he couldn't think of anything, even now. Besides, what was done was done.
The important thing was to move on. To find the Codex, which would lead him to Gref.
But he couldn't help thinking about Milla.
"I had to do it," he protested aloud, reassuring himself. "I had to do it."
The more he thought about it, the more convinced he was that he'd been absolutely right and Milla was merely a barbarian who didn't understand.
She had no right to try and strangle him. After all the things he'd done for her. She had a Sunstone. Now she would have a Spiritshadow as well. She was practically a Chosen, and she owed it all to Tal. Her silly Icecarl superstitions weren't worth bothering about.
He supposed she was an enemy now. If he saw her again he'd have to blast her before she could attack him.
He wished he hadn't thought of that. His anger melted away, and he felt depressed. And hungry.
Still rubbing his neck, Tal walked out into the sun. Its heat cheered him up a little. He reminded himself that what he had to do now was work out where to go and what to do.
He had to forget about Milla and get on with finding the Codex.
A large flying beetle, all blue and gold, buzzed up and Tal brushed it away from his face. As he did so, he saw part of the Storm Shepherd's shadow move. There was an area there that was darker, in the outline of a boy. Tal moved his hand again and that darker shadow moved, too.
Tal had not been taught about this in the Lectorium. He walked a few paces farther away, and moved his arms up and down. The darker boyshadow in the middle of the Storm Shepherd's shadow moved its arms up and down.
Tal walked even farther away, but the boyshadow stayed exactly in the middle of Adras's shadow. It mimicked his movements, but did not follow him as a real shadow would.
Tal shook his head. There was so much to try and understand. Only a few months ago he had thought he knew pretty much everything he needed to know. He had supposed he was well on the way to becoming a Shadowmaster.
Now he only knew how much he didn't know. "Hey, Adras!" he shouted. "I want to talk to you."
The cloud shivered and then started to reform into man-shape again. It grew darker, and lightning began to flicker in the shape of eyes. It took a few minutes to completely regain its form, then the Storm Shepherd bobbed a few stretches away from Tal.
"Were you asleep?" asked Tal.
"No!" exclaimed Adras, but he spoiled his answer by stretching his arms above his head and yawning, a yawn that sent a blast of cold air across Tal. "I was keeping watch."
"Sure," said Tal. "What happened to Milla and Odris?"
"They left," said Adras.
"I can see that," said Tal. "Where did they go?"
Adras shrugged and yawned again.
"Brilliant," muttered Tal. "I don't suppose you know anything about the Codex of the Chosen?" "The what?" Adras swatted at the beetle that had suddenly returned. His huge hand narrowly missed Tal, who was blown back a step by the sudden rush of air.
"Careful!" shouted Tal. He walked back a few stretches and started again.
"The Codex of the Chosen. It's some sort of book. It can answer all sorts of questions. Have you heard of it, or where it might be?"
Adras scratched his head, small lightnings flickering across his scalp. The beetle circled Tal's head, almost as if it was listening.
"No," Adras said finally. "Odris is the one to ask.
She knows a lot."
"But we don't know where she's gone to," said Tal, keeping his temper in check. "Is there anyone else around who might be able to answer my questions?"
Is there anyone who can help me find the Codex?"
Adras raised one hand and rested his chin upon it, deep in thought. The beetle flew around Tal's head the other way and then made a series of strange up and down movements that Tal ignored.
"I suppose we could" said Adras and stopped. "Suppose what?" asked Tal.
"Follow Odris?" Adras suggested hopefully. "But we don't know where she went." Tal was starting to feel very cross.
"I don't know where Odris went, but I can find her," said Adras eagerly. "She will whisper to the wind, and it will tell me."
"And you think Odris will know something about the Codex?" Tal was a little distracted by the blue and gold bug that had been flying so strangely. Now there were two bugs, and then a third flew in, followed by a fourth. They were flying into a pattern right in front of his face.
"She might," said Adras. "Odris always talked to visitors more than I did."
Tal was no longer really listening. More and
more bugs had flown in, and now they were landing on the burnt ground at his feet and moving into a very deliberate pattern.
Tal looked down at it, perplexed. Fifty or sixty bugs had formed an arrow pointing southeast, and there were at least as many building up some sort of symbol next to the arrow.
The symbol was about three-quarters formed when Tal realized what it was. A letter of the alphabet the Chosen used for Light Magic. The letter C.
"C!" said Tal. "Is that C for Codex?"
"What?" asked Adras. He leaned forward to look at the bugs. Unfortunately his breath blew half of them away, just as they were forming another letter, obviously in answer to Tal's question. It looked like a Y, but the bugs were blown away before it could be finished.
Tal took a very deep breath.
"What?" asked Adras again, puzzled. The bugs weren't doing anything organized now. They were crawling around aimlessly, or taking wing to disappear in all directions.
"It was a message," said Tal. He pointed in the direction the temporary arrow of bugs had indicated. "We're going this way."
"But Odris is in that direction," said Adras, pointing more north than east.
Tal hesitated. He had no way of knowing who had sent the bugs, or how it was done. But finding the Codex was everything. With it he could find out who held his brother, Gref, captive, and a lot more besides.
He looked down at the scars on his wrist, the marks of the oaths he had sworn with Milla. Then he deliberately pulled his sleeves down over them and started walking.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Milla woke exactly as she had ordered herself, on the exhalation of her fourteen-hundredth breath.
Night was ending, and the sun was starting to rise. Milla stared at it in fascination. It really was like a gigantic Sunstone climbing above the hills.
"Thank the sky you're awake," said Odris. "I've been so sleepy."
Milla looked across at the Storm Shepherd. It was not so bad now, but every time she looked she imagined what the creature would be like as a shadow.
"You may rest," she said curtly. "I will watch."
"Oh, I'm not tired now," said Odris. "It's just that with the bond between us -"