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.“I assumed you’d all want lives of pleasure and ease.I thought you’d want to live openly and hunt humans whenever you felt like it.But if I was wrong, then drop to all fours and live out your days here in the wild as beasts and nothing more.Because, with your homes lost, I don’t see that you have a third choice.”The werewolves exchanged looks.The sad-faced female said, “We’ll go with you, Choschax.But we’d better get the rewards you promise.”Choschax leered.“I thought you might see reason,” he said.“And no one needs to look so hangdog about it, either.You’ll think back on this as one of the finest moments of your life.Now change, and we’ll be on our way.”As the werewolves began to shapeshift, Jhesrhi reflected that she and her comrades had learned a little that was new, but nowhere near enough.Expecting that he would either want to shadow the enemy or attack and take prisoners, she looked to Aoth for a signal.But he surprised her.With a patting motion, he indicated that she, Cera, and Vandar should hold their positions.Then he stood up and stepped out from behind the shadowtop.He recited a counterspell, slashing his hand through a zigzag figure, and the concealing enchantments she’d cast on him fell away with a gleam like water cascading down his body.And much as Jhesrhi trusted both Aoth’s judgment and his prowess, she winced to see him attempt such a daring ploy.The cyclopes had their backs to him, so it was the werewolves who saw him first.The shaggy-browed father straightened back up into near-humanity to yell, “That’s one of them! He was with Huldra!” The other lycanthropes rushed to complete their transformations into wolves or wolf-people.They grunted and snarled in pain, and bones ground and cracked beneath their fur.The giants lurched around and came on guard.“Easy!” said Aoth, keeping his spear in a vertical, nonthreatening position.“I only want to talk.”“Hmm,” replied Choschax.He raised a hand, and his underlings held off attacking.Studying the intruder, he cocked his head one way and then the other, as if that would help his single eye see more clearly.“Thayan?” he asked at last.Aoth grinned.“What gave it away?” he replied.“Where are your companions?” the cyclops asked.“Back in the village performing the promised charade,” Aoth said.“I didn’t want you to jump to the conclusion that I was a threat and react accordingly, and plainly, the one of me is no match for the whole gang of you.”“I don’t believe you,” said Choschax.Aoth shrugged.“In that case, have the wolves sniff around,” he replied.The cyclops sneered.“I believe I’ll do exactly that,” he said as he raised his hand and waved it in a go-forward gesture.With their transformations complete, sniffing audibly, the shapeshifters prowled out of the little clearing and into the trees.Damn you, Aoth! Jhesrhi thought.Even up close, her magic might baffle a lupine’s eyes.But its nose? Its ears? Whispering, she rattled off words of power to reinforce her original spells, hoping they would be good enough.Meanwhile, Aoth said, “Can we start talking while the wolves are making their check?”“You can start by explaining yourself,” Choschax replied.“Did you follow them here to betray Huldra?”“Huldra’s beyond betrayal,” Aoth replied.“She’s rotting in an unmarked grave several miles to the north.”“Then the hathran who came to Yivel was an impostor,” said the cyclops.“Right you are,” said Aoth.“Masked priestesses can be convenient.”The cyclops hesitated as though unsure what to ask next.“Then … what’s your game?” he eventually asked.“Oh, pretty much what it seemed,” replied Aoth.“To bluff the werewolves into revealing themselves.But just for a talk, not to kill them.”Wandering back and forth, one of the two-legged werewolves came prowling straight at Cera.With the utmost care, fighting the urge to hurry, she eased herself out of the creature’s path.The lycanthrope stopped in the same spot she’d just vacated, a single step away from the place where she was crouching now.It pivoted on the spot, sniffing, then dropped to all fours to put its nose right next to the ground.After that, it raised its head and cast about some more.Whispering, Jhesrhi repeated the charm of concealment.Cera’s lips moved in silent prayer.Jhesrhi wasn’t the target of the sunlady’s magic.But perhaps because she was so intent on the creature that was, she felt a bit of the effect even so.Time stretched.A single moment lasted twenty heartbeats.The wolf-man apparently succumbed to the illusion completely.Seemingly convinced that it had searched for a sufficient time, it sprang to its clawed, gray-furred feet and stalked on.Cera sighed a long sigh, and Jhesrhi felt some of the tension quiver out of her muscles.She looked around and saw that none of the other werewolves appeared on the verge of penetrating anybody’s veil of invisibility.Remaining vigilant, she tried to pick up the thread of Aoth’s and Choschax’s conversation.“… is it, exactly?” asked Aoth.The cyclops grinned.“You seem like a clever fellow,” he said.“What do you think it is?”“I think some durthans survived the Witch War,” Aoth replied.“Now they’re reanimating their fallen sisters, and reaching out to their old allies among the ‘dark fey’ and such—like you—for another run at the hathrans and the lodges.”“And what if they are?” Choschax asked.“Then I offer my personal compliments, and those of Thay, on the harm you folk have done to the Wychlaran and their followers,” Aoth replied.“But I also have to say that your actions have not truly weakened them, and if that’s all you can manage, a second Witch War will end just like the first.But it doesn’t have to.”The cyclops snorted.“How so?” he asked.“You folk want to get rid of the old order, and so does Thay,” said Aoth.“Working separately, we’ve failed to accomplish that goal.But by joining forces, we can succeed.”“But then what happens?” asked the cyclops
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