Trafalgar fed mana into the item, and the shadowlink echo woke in his palm, ready to carry whatever he put into it.
"Caelum. I will not be passing through Euclid. I have no idea how long the mission Valttair handed me is going to take, so make sure Mayla, Aubrelle and Cynthia get the word from you."
That was the whole of it. He let the mana die out of his hand, and the message went where such messages went, gone as fast as it had come.
'A mine full of things that eat men. There is a fine excuse to keep a husband from his own bed.'
On the other end of it, Caelum was already walking the corridor when the shadowlink echo dropped into his hand. He poured his own mana into the thing, and his young master's words repeated themselves for him, unhurried and exact. When they ran out he recorded his answer, sent it back, and kept moving without breaking his stride.
By that hour one of his clones was in Euclid.
