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thinking.
Then, with an abrupt motion, as if she had suddenly made up her mind about
something, she put the last twist into her hair and folded her hands on her lap. "T'fyrr,
who told you that some of the Free Bards have magic?" she asked.
"Harperus," he replied promptly. "Harperus told me that you have it, in fact. Well,
not magic, as such he told me that many of you have some sort of power that he and his
people could not weigh or measure, but that observation would prove existed. He said
that you could influence peoples minds, among other things. He suspected that you
could well, see into the future. He said that some Deliambrens believe that you can
influence events as well as minds, provided that the influence need only be very small. He
has real evidence that you can heal people in ways that have nothing to do with medicine
as he knows it."
She bit her lower lip and looked away from him for the first time. "I am not really
supposed to admit to this," she said finally. "Especially not to someone connected with the
Deliambrens." She looked back at him with a wan smile. "Harperus and his kind are
driven mad by things they cannot measure, and if they knew we really did have abilities
such as you describe, they would be plaguing us constantly to find out what it is we do and
how we do it."
T'fyrr nodded but said nothing, only waited quietly for her to continue.
"There is there is a power in music properly performed," she said after another long
moment of silence, broken only by the sound of the air in the ventilators and the distant
murmur of all the sounds of Freehold below them. "You might call it 'magic.' Certainly the
Gypsies and the Elves do, and so does the Church, although the Churchmen have no idea
how great or little that power really is. I'll put it to you briefly: some Bards are mages,
and among other things we can influence the thoughts of others through our music.
Some of us can do the other things you described as well, but it is that one particular
power that pertains to our situation now. Sometimes, not often, we are powerful enough
to make others act against their will. Most of us confine ourselves to very minor acts
of well, it is manipulation, and as such, it could be considered improper. Most of the
time, all we do is to enhance our audiences' ability to appreciate the music."
"But you can do more," T'fyrr stated. He had no doubt that she, personally, could do
much more.
She nodded reluctantly. "This might be a case where doing more is justified. Would
you care to add me, and my magic, to your performances for the King? All you need do is
bring me in as your accompanist, and I can do the rest. Between the two of us, we may be
able to reawaken his sleeping conscience and rouse his slumbering sense of duty. But I
won't lie to you; this is interference in someone's mind, his thoughts. Before you take me
up on this, you need to think about that and if you would appreciate having something
like this done to you, if your situation and his were reversed."
Now that she had put it baldly and offered her services, and now that she had
admitted that this "magic" was as much a form of manipulation as the overt form that
Theovere's Advisors were doing, the idea wasn't as attractive as it had been. In point of
fact, the notion made him feel rather shaken up inside.
Did he want to do this? If he were the King if he were in Theovere's place
If he were thinking clearly, thinking as his old self, he might. But doesn't this
preclude his thinking clearly? Wouldn't we be clouding his mind as much as all that bad
advice?
"It is a great power," Nightingale said softly. "This is why we so seldom use it. It is far
too tempting to misuse it."
He took a deep breath. "It is also too great an issue to decide on impulse," he told her
firmly. "I need to think about this at length."
And I wish there was someone, anyone, who I could ask for advice!
He was afraid that Nightingale would be annoyed with him for prevaricating after she
had taken the great step of not only admitting she had this power, but offering to help him
with it. But she only nodded, as if she had expected him to say something like that.
"You should see what you can do on your own," she told him. "You haven't been doing
this for very long; you may be able to stir the King's conscience without any outside
influence. That would be better for him, and for you, I think."
She did understand. "I promise, I will think about this, the morality of it," he told her,
and grimaced. "It may well be that the morality of manipulating one person's mind to rid
him of bad influences is of less moment than the welfare of all the people, human and
otherwise, in the Twenty Kingdoms."
"There is that," she agreed. "But I am not the one in the position to make the decision;
you are. And I will not make your decisions for you."
"But what would you do if you were in my place?" he asked no, begged.
She sighed and shook her head. "If I were in your place I have traveled the roads of
several of the kingdoms, and seen some of the worst places in this one. I can see what I
think are unpleasant trends that are only going to continue if the High King remains
neglectful. I am prejudiced; the people most immediately affected are friends of mine, my
own people, and the Free Bards. There are other people who will prosper if things go as I
believe they will, and they would certainly not thank us for interfering." She smiled a
little. "This is a long explanation for a short answer, so that you can see why I feel the way
I do. In your place, having weighed all the options and outcomes, I would use the magic
and see what happened. You may not come to the same conclusion. If you do not, I cannot
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