Shield's Lady

love with you, Gryph.”
    He froze. Then his hands caught and held her face so that he could look down at her in the moonlight. His expression was stark and searching. “Sariana?”
    “Let’s not talk about it,” she said, her fingertips sliding upward into his hair. “There is so little time before morning.”
    “But, Sariana—”
    “Hold me, Gryph.”
    His arms enfolded her with an urgency that swamped everything else.

    At dawn the next morning Gryph woke Sariana and gave her a few terse instructions. He told her she was safe in the shelter of the cove and if something happened to him, she could use the river sled to make her way back to Little Chance. There she was to go straight to Delek’s house. Gryph made Sariana repeat the directions to his friend’s home twice to make sure she had them.
    “With any luck, I’ll locate the ship this afternoon,” he told her crisply as he finished checking his weapon kit. “I’ll go in tonight for a closer look. Then I’ll decide if I’ll try to destroy it on my own or wait for Delek and the others. One way or another I’ll be back tomorrow morning.”
    “I don’t like it,” Sariana said.
    He smiled at that. “You rarely do approve of any of my suggestions, lady.”
    “You don’t give suggestions. You give commands.”
    “I just want you to be as safe as possible.”
    “I know,” she said with a cheeky grin. “The fact that I can sense your intentions are well meant is the only reason I even listen to you at times like this.”
    Gryph raised his eyes to the strip of dawn sky overhead. “Save me from empathic females.” He picked up a blade bow and handed it to her. “Pay attention, Sariana. I’m going to leave this behind with you. It’s a good, all-purpose weapon and it can also be a useful tool. See all these different blades?”
    Sariana studied the small quiver of blades. Each was a slightly different shape. Many had attachments such as tiny ropes or nets that were cleverly bound to the shaft of the blade. The specialized attachments unfurled or uncoiled or snapped into position when the blade was fired.
    “What about them?”
    “You slide the one you want into firing position like this.” Gryph demonstrated with cool precision. “You fire it by releasing this trigger.”
    “Clever,” Sariana said dryly.
    “Sure. That goes without saying. It was invented by a westerner.”
    He gave her one last, hard kiss and then he walked out of the cove without glancing back. He pushed all the hot memories of the previous night out of his mind, including Sariana’s soft declaration of love. He had to keep his mind on his task or both of them and much of the populace of the western continent might wind up paying with their lives.
    He would deal with the issue of love later.
    Gryph made good time through the gorge. He walked swiftly along the river’s edge. His fingers played on the prisma lock and in his mind he focused on the rays of light beyond the visible range that Sariana had helped him pick up last night. He kept a small portion of his awareness fixed on his surroundings. It would be stupid to become some hawkbeetle’s dinner at this stage.
    The pulsing beam of invisible light that was peculiar to live prisma was clear in his mind now. It was beyond the range of human eyesight, but through some poorly understood process, it could be channeled through another bit of prisma. When that happened, a receptive, tuned mind could pick it up.
    Gryph had practiced long and hard as a boy learning how to focus, channel and control his awareness so that the strange prisma rays could be detected and tracked.
    That had been only the initial part of his training. The other half had consisted of learning how to tune his mind to the frequency of the emitting beam of light and jam it.
    The theoretical middle ground which no Shield had ever attempted as far as Gryph’s people knew was to tune into the frequency of live prisma and resonate with it. It would be difficult to do, but once the frequency was under a man’s control, he just might be able to stabilize it to the point where he could detonate the weapons in a deliberate, controlled manner.
    It was far more likely such an experiment would result in wiping out everything and everyone in the vicinity, including the crazy Shield working the prisma.
    By late afternoon Gryph had followed the pulsing beams to a point several kilometers from where he had left Sariana. He stopped when he realized how close