left and began moving slowly right, repeating a lengthy chant as he went. As he spoke, Madia saw the men and horses begin to blur as if she were crossing her eyes. She blinked ­reflexively, but the blurring only worsened. Then the soldiers first affected gradually clarified, and where there had been one, now there were two.
She kept following Frost's hands until he finished, then waited another moment as the last of the troops ­became clear. Frost slumped briefly, breathing deeply; his arms seemed limp, but then he straightened just a bit, and his eyes rose to the others again.
“Two armies,” Jurdef Ivran said softly, still gaping at the sight before him.
Frost cleared his throat. “Each man will go into battle with another of himself, though these others have no substance. They are simply reflections on the air. And like any reflection, they will mimic the movements of the genuine soldier exactly. The effect is . . . interesting.”
“Sounds confusing,” Lord Dorree said, squinting at the a