Charity, like the sun, brightens every object on which it shines.
After the Queen had given him the list of every living (or unliving) Unseelie shardbearer, Harry quickly divided it up into those that he knew had arrived in the Drabwurld within a year and those that had been here significantly longer. He'd sent out word via the lockets to all the recent arrivals and if he didn't hear back from them, followed that up with individual messages. At first, he'd been worried that the more experienced shardbearers would prove to be the greatest challenge, but he hadn't counted on a general lack of experience with magic among the newcomers.
To be fair, he'd only really had experience resisting mental intrusion and very practical knowledge of how to examine another person's mind with any real control. While he and Linn researched and practiced his skills, most of those among the earlier shardbearers with enough faculty with magic were able to extract or copy their own memories and send them on to Harry via their own messengers. As he and Linn worked, there was a steady stream of owls, nightjars, imps, and in one rather notable case, a great spectral hound that may or may not have escaped from a Victorian mystery novel.
Once they were comfortable with the magic needed, Harry set out to gather all the rest of the memories. Without Caer Scima to use as a base, Harry found himself almost always on the move. He could do enough magic to pay for a room and a meal, but unless he was resting at one of the spires, he rarely stayed anywhere for more than a night or two.
( First on the list, a notorious miser and moneylender in Mair... )
To be fair, he'd only really had experience resisting mental intrusion and very practical knowledge of how to examine another person's mind with any real control. While he and Linn researched and practiced his skills, most of those among the earlier shardbearers with enough faculty with magic were able to extract or copy their own memories and send them on to Harry via their own messengers. As he and Linn worked, there was a steady stream of owls, nightjars, imps, and in one rather notable case, a great spectral hound that may or may not have escaped from a Victorian mystery novel.
Once they were comfortable with the magic needed, Harry set out to gather all the rest of the memories. Without Caer Scima to use as a base, Harry found himself almost always on the move. He could do enough magic to pay for a room and a meal, but unless he was resting at one of the spires, he rarely stayed anywhere for more than a night or two.
( First on the list, a notorious miser and moneylender in Mair... )