In Which Vae is a Worse Monster [24 Lage 2461]
Umtangeia -- or, rather, the city of Bfelmykh on Umtangeia -- isn't a very nice place. First of all, I knew it wasn't a proper city, because a proper city has mighty city walls which nobody can teleport through, and Vae had just teleported us to standing in the middle of a street without even setting off any sort of alarm that I could hear.
A proper city also has streets made out of split boards or something else smooth, not just mud.
The buildings in a proper city are elegant and well-made, and painted and such as that. These weren't.
But most importantly, the people in a proper city are Orren and Rassimel and Cani and Herethry and a few other people. These weren't. They were blee and mherobump and taptet and whatnots.
They stared at us. They stared a great deal. They started talking energetically in a language I didn't catch more than one word in thirty of. Those words being "Zi Ri" and "Orren" of course.
I whined at Vae to take us back 'cause I didn't speak the language.
Never, ever say that to a nendrai. Really. Never. Even more never than the other thing I said never to say to a nendrai.
She turned and said to me, "If you can read this, you're too close" I can't remember what she said -- not even the least little bit of what it might be about.
I quite cogently said, "What do you mean?"
She grinned a grin that would have looked quite nice on a real Orren, and said, "Repeat after me -- If you can read this, you're too close"
So I said, "Um, OK. If you can read this, you're too close"
And she whacked me with her tail, and dumped a big horrible Mutoc Mentador Spiridor spell on me. I tried very hard to resist it, but, well, don't be silly.
And I could understand what the monsters around me were saying.
(No, of course that's impossible. Spells can't manipulate languages -- languages aren't real things, in the same way that a flock of birds or a spoken word is a real thing. Rather later on, with the help of the Eye of Mirizan and Melizan and two magic theory professors, we figured out that she had changed my memory of the phrase "If you can read this, you're too close", which she had just given me, to a copy of her own memory of the local language.)
Mentador magic is unambiguously the wickedest of the 7+12 kinds of magic. Mutoc Mentador is arguably the wickedest kind of Mentador, since it changes your mind and your thoughts, in ways you can't necessarily figure out yourself. Casting a big Mutoc Mentador to rewrite a chunk of someone's mind is ... like doorwaying on a personal scale. It's one of the nastiest, vilest things you can do to someone, even if there aren't any bad effects in the end.
I will admit that I said a few unkind and ungracious things to Vae at that point. Indeed, I will admit to going into a bit of a frantic terrified rage at her, while blee and mherobump and taptet watched me, quite bemused, and a wrapped book of stories hovered patiently behind me, and a truly horrible monster blinked big wide Orren eyes at me and didn't understand at all why I might be upset.