Ventus by Karl Schroeder

Karl Schroeder / Ventus / Page 558
"Wait, stop." Armiger held up a hand. He seemed to be
having trouble with his eyes; he focussed on Jordan only with
great difficulty. "You’re one of my remotes. I thought I’d lost
you."
"Yes, sir, I mean no. The woman who attacked you just
now, Calandria May--she wanted to use your implants to track
you down, only something happened, I was able to see
everything you saw..."
"What is this?" Megan took Armiger’s arm. "We have
no time for this."
Armiger nodded, and turned away.
"Wait!" The three people Jordan had watched in waking
dreams for weeks were walking away. This wasn’t turning out
at all the way he had expected.
Tamsin elbowed him. "Come on!"
He blushed, then cleared his throat. They were nearly at
the entrance now.
This was too much. After everything he’d been
through...
"Hey! Armiger, you’re going to listen to me! I know
why you came to Ventus. I know what you’re after. You want
the secret of the Winds. Well, guess what, I have it!"
That stopped them. Armiger turned, and Megan turned
with him, scowling. The queen merely sat down on a tumbled
stone, and stared.
Jordan bowed. "‘That a stone should speak, as you
speak.’ I think you told Queen Galas once that that was our
deepest wish. You craved permission to speak. Well, now it’s
my turn. You want to know what the Winds are after, and
what their alliances are. With your permission, I will tell you."
Finally I will speak, and you will listen.