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faces expressionless underneath the fur
masks, the children openly awestruck. Cautiously, Keff
raised his other hand away from his body so they could see
it, and smiled.
'They're not afraid of you, Keff," Carialle said, monitoring the Noble Primitives' vital signs. "In fact, they're not
even surprised. Now that's odd!"
"Why does one of the mages come to us?" Alteis said,
worriedly, as the stranger approached them, showing his
teeth. "What have we done wrong? We have kept up with
the harvest. All proceeds on schedule. The roots are nearly
all harvested. They are of good quality."
Brannel snorted, a sharp breath ruffling the fur on his
upper Bp, and turned an uncaring shoulder toward the oldster. Old Alteis was so afraid of the mages that he would do
himself an injury one day if the overlords were really dis-pleased. He stared at the approaching mage. The male was
shorter man he, but possessed of a mighty build and an
assured, cocky walk. Unusual for a mage, his hands showed
that they were not unacquainted with hard work. The outthrust of the cleft chin showed that he knew his high place,
and yet his dark, peaty blue eyes were full of good humor.
Brannel searched his memory, but was certain he had
never encountered this overlord before.
"He is one we do not know," Brannel said quickly in an
undertone out of the side of his mouth. "Perhaps he is here
to tell us he is our new master."
"Klemay is our master," Alteis said, his ruff and mustache indignantly erect on his leathery face.
"But Klemay has not been seen for a month," Brannel
said. '1 saw the fire in the mountains, I told you. Since
then, no power has erupted from Klemay's peak."
"Perhaps this one serves Klemay," Mrana, mate of
Alteis, suggested placatingly. Surreptitiously, she brushed
the worst of the dust off the face of one of her children.
None of them looked their best at harvest time when little
effort could be wasted on mere appearance. The overlord
must understand that.
"Servers serve," Brannel snorted. "No overlord serves
another but those of the Five Points. Klemay was not a
high mage."
"Do not speak of things you do not understand," Alteis
said, as alarmed as that foolish male ever became. 'The
mages will hear you."
'The mages are not listening," Brannel said.
Alteis was about to discipline him further, but the
overlord was within hearing range now. The stranger came
closer and stopped a couple of paces away. All the workers
bowed their heads, shooting occasional brief glances at the
visitor. Alteis stepped forward to meet him and bowed low.
''What is your will, lord?" he asked.
Instead of answering him directly, the mage picked up
the box that hung around his neck and pushed it nearly
underneath Alteiss chin. He spoke to the leader at some
length. Though Brannel listened carefully, the words
meant nothing. Alteis waited, then repeated his words
clearly in case the overlord had not understood him. The
mage smiled, head tilted to one side, uncomprehending.
"What may I and my fellow workers do to serve you,
exalted one?" Brannel asked, coming forward to stand
beside Alteis. He, too, bowed low to show respect,
although the germ of an idea was beginning to take shape
in his mind. He tilted his chin down only the barest
respectable fraction so he could study the visitor.
The male fiddled with the small box on his breast, which
emitted sounds. He spoke over it, possibly reciting an
incantation. That was not unusual; all the overlords Brannel had ever seen talked to themselves sometimes. Many
objects of power were ranged about this ones strongly
built form. Yet he did not appear to understand the language of the people, nor did he speak it. He hadn't even
acknowledged Brannel s use of mage-talk, which had been
cleverly inserted into his query.
Puzzled, Brannel wrinkled his forehead. His fellow
servers stayed at a respectful distance, showing proper fear
and respect to one of the great overlords. They
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