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grand schemes and toys, when such strivings have brought us all such wonder? No,
lass, don't try to set them all off at once yell blast all this cellar right up through the
grand edifice above it, shattering Caladnei to bonelessness as surely as ye do the
same to thyself and everyone else within reach including all thy fellow loyal mages
ye summoned!"
The intruder pointed along the passage where robed men and women were
approaching at a run, wands in hand and various glows of awakening magic flaring.
Chuckling and shaking his head, he plucked Belantra and her gonne around in
front of him to serve as a shield, more or less carried her the few steps down the
passage to the entrance she'd emerged from, and laid a hand on the closed iron door
he found there.
Deadly magic flared and crackled around his fingers. He shook his head, broke it
without seeming to do anything, and reached through the still-solid metal to turn the
latch-handle on the inside.
Belantra's mouth dropped open in astonishment at that. Her jaw dropped still
farther as the stranger's shape shifted into that of a slender old man with a white
beard, bushy eyebrows, and a hawklike nose.
His grip remained every bit as iron-strong as he towed her through the doorway
into the softly glow-lit bedchamber beyond where someone 'was sitting up in a
magnificent canopied bed facing them, eyes sharp above an unwaveringly aimed
wand.
"Wh Elminster!"
"The same. Nice curves, lass, but get something on over them, or I'll shortly be
guilty of laying low the Royal Magician of Cormyr with a walloping head cold. Ye're
coming with me."
The Mage Royal gaped at him just as her door-guardian had done before
Belantra turned to doing what she was doing just now, which was fainting dead away
and slumping in the Old Mage's grasp then stiffened, eyes blazing ruby-red, and
snapped, "Certainly not! Who are you to be giving me orders? Or demanding
anything of any War Wizard of Cormyr?"
"The orders aren't mine, lass. They come from Mystra. However, if ye'd rather not
know what mischief Vangerdahast is up to in the midst of thy kingdom, ye can of
course refuse both the Divine One and myself and join the legions of proud fools
waiting to fill up graves all over Faerun. I leave ye free choice."
Caladnei swallowed, her magnificent throat moving while the rest of her sat on the
bed like a dark brown, smooth-skinned statue. Elminster kept his eyes fixed on hers.
She looked away first, muttering, "I was trying to get some sleep."
"A luxury seldom allowed Royal Magicians, yell learn," Elminster said, stepping
forward to lay Belantra's limp form gently across the end of the bed. He went to a
wardrobe, flung the doors wide, and rummaged, soon tossing a pair of boots back
over his shoulder.
Caladnei caught them at about the time a dozen War Wizards burst into the
room and came to a confused halt as the Mage Royal of Cormyr flung up her hand
in a 'stop' gesture. "Out, all of you," she said firmly. "My apologies for the upset of
being summoned at such an hour for nothing. Go back to your posts."
"Mage Royal, forgive me," one of the older men said gravely, "but "
"My mind is my own, thanks, Velvorn. I'm neither enchanted nor coerced by my
guest, here. He has merely reminded me of my duty to Cormyr. Please go."
Leather breeches landed in Caladnei's lap, and a tunic struck her face a moment
later. Velvorn lingered for a breath or two longer, perhaps to enjoy either the scenery
or the sight of a Royal Magician catching clothes with her face, then wheeled around
and started to shoo away all the War Wizards who'd crowded into the doorway to
stare.
When he was done, he turned on the threshold with a clear question in his
eyes but closed the door at an imperious gesture from the Mage Royal.
Caladnei sighed. "Well, my loyal mages will certainly be able to recognize me now
from any angle, with or without clothes."
Elminster turned from the wardrobe with a vest in his hands and grunted, "My
apologies, lass. Sometimes haste is needful, and I didn't want to harm or humiliate
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