The Magic of Recluce

The Magic of Recluce by L. E. Modesitt Jr. Read Free Book Online

Book: The Magic of Recluce by L. E. Modesitt Jr. Read Free Book Online
Authors: L. E. Modesitt Jr.
sun full upon them. Even in full sunlight, they resembled shadows. I shivered, grasping my staff, which felt warm in my hands, as if it were trying to dispel that inner chill.
    Just looking at the massive black metal gates, the black stone, and the cliffs, I could see why they called it the Black City. I could also see another reason to worry about what I was getting into. Except I didn’t have much choice.
    The gate was open, wide open, with no one in sight.
    So I walked up the last cubits of the High Road and into the narrow band of shadow before the gate itself, looking up at the featureless walls.
    â€œWhat’s your reason for being here, traveler?”
    The voice was pleasant enough, and I looked for the speaker, finally locating her seated on something in a walled ledge seven or eight cubits above the road and beside the archway. Where she sat would be covered by the gates when they closed.
    She wore black—black trousers, black tunic, black boots. A staff, dark like mine, rested by her hand. Her hair looked to be brown in the shadow.
    â€œYour reason for entering Nylan?”
    â€œDangergeld,” I answered slowly.
    â€œYour name?”
    â€œLerris.”
    â€œFrom where?”
    â€œRaised in Wandernaught; apprenticed in Mattra.”
    â€œJust about on schedule.” Her voice was polite, but bored. “Once you go through the gate, turn left and go straight to the small building with the green triangle beside the door. Don’t go anywhere else.”
    â€œAnd if I do?”
    â€œNothing. Nothing at all. Except you’ll waste your time, and someone else’s, if they have to go find you. Anyone who sees you will direct you back to the orientation building.” Her voice was so matter-of-fact that I felt chilled again.
    â€œThank you.”
    She did not speak, but nodded as I passed beneath, through the archway that was another fifteen cubits overhead. The walls were thicker than I’d thought, perhaps as thick as they were tall. Up close, each stone looked like granite, but I had never seen black granite. Inside the archway, the shade and the breeze from the water were both a welcome relief.
    Once back into the sunlight, I stopped at the crossroads for a moment to take in Nylan. One road went right, toward a squarish and massive low building. Another went left, and the largest split in a circle around a black oak and headed due west.
    The city itself was a disappointment in some ways, fascinating at first glance in others. Trees, welcome after the featureless plains and fields that had led up to the wall, were scattered throughout Nylan. Some of them were apparently ancient, like the huge black oak lying directly before me that stood taller than the wall itself. I stepped several paces to the left and kept looking. All the ways were paved in the same black stone as the walls, and the low buildings, none more than a single story, were also of the same stone. The roofs were shingled with black stone, and although the color matched the rest of the stone, the texture seemed more like slate.
    No building was closer than fifty or sixty cubits from another, although several rambled quite extensively.
    The grass was emerald-green, brilliant, in contrast to the sun-faded grasses I had observed from the High Road and throughout Eastern Recluce. Few people seemed out and about, and most of those that were wore black.
    Nylan stretched further westward than I had thought, easily another five kays before reaching the tip of the peninsula where, I presumed, existed the Brotherhood’s walled and protected seaport. From what I could see, the ground sloped gently downward toward the west, allowing me to see that the pattern I saw close by generally continued further westward. The trees and areas of park land made it hard to tell for certain.
    Outside of all the black, it looked pleasant enough, almost like an oasis of sorts. But the black was hard to ignore. It wasn’t

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