The High Lord (56 page)

The boy stopped, and the unpracticed bow he gave was almost comically awkward. “Came back to see what happened, my lord,” he replied. His eyes strayed to the carts. “That the enemy?”

Rothen moved to the bodies and examined them. All were Sachakan. He noted the numerous scars on their arms. “Slaves,” he said. He looked closer. “Looks like they were injured when we struck the carts. They’re bad wounds, but nothing that couldn’t have been Healed, and nothing that would have killed them quickly.”

“You think the Sachakans killed their own people?”

“Maybe.” Rothen straightened and looked from one dead Sachakan to another. “Yes. Those cuts on their wrists aren’t from splinters of wood.”

“I guess they didn’t want their slaves slowing them down,” the boy said.

“Have you looked around the village?” Rothen asked.

The boy nodded.

“Seen any other Guild magicians?”

The boy nodded again, then lowered his eyes. “All dead, though.”

Rothen sighed. “Are there any horses left?”

The boy grinned. “Not here, but I can get you one. My da trains racehorses for House Arran. The estate isn’t far away. I can run there and back in half an hour.”

“Then go fetch a horse.” Rothen looked around at the houses. “And some men to take care of the bodies, too.”

“Where you want them put? In the Calia cemetery?”

A cemetery. Rothen thought of the mysterious cemetery in the forest behind the Guild, then of Akkarin’s claims that black magic had been in common use before it was banned. Suddenly the reason for the existence of the graves was all too clear.

“For now,” Rothen replied. “I will stay to identify them, then ride to the city.”

Like so many of the people before her, the woman who entered the room hesitated when she saw Sonea.

“I know, the veil’s a bit much,” Sonea said, speaking with the slum accent. “They say I got to wear this so nobody know who the Thieves’ magicians are.” The veil had been Takan’s idea. Wearing it meant that even the hundred or so potential magicians she took power from would not see her. Akkarin, who was meeting people in another room, was wearing a mask.

“Sonea?” the woman whispered.

Sonea felt a stab of alarm. She looked closer, then pulled the veil off as she recognized the woman.

“Jonna!”

Sonea hurried around the table and hugged her aunt tightly.

“It’s really you,” Jonna said, leaning back to stare at Sonea. “I thought the Guild sent you away.”

“They did.” Sonea grinned. “I came back. We can’t let these Sachakans make a mess of our city, can we?”

Different emotions crossed the woman’s face. Concern and fear were followed by a crooked smile. “You sure know how to get yourself into a lot of rub.” She looked around the room. “They made me wait for hours. I thought I’d be cooking or something, but they told me I had some sort of magical ability, and I should help their magician.”

“Really?” Sonea ushered her aunt to the chair, then moved back to her own seat on the other side of the table. “I must get my abilities from my mother’s side, then. Give me your hand.”

Jonna offered her hand. Sonea took it and sent out her senses. She detected a small source of power. “Not much. That’s why they made you wait. How’s Ranel and my little cousins?”

“Kerrel’s growing fast. Hania’s a crier, but I keep telling myself she’ll grow out of it soon. If Ranel knew you were here, he would have come, but he thought he’d be no use because of his limp.”

“I’d love to see him. Perhaps after all this… I’m going to make a little cut on the back of your hand, if that’s okay with you.”

Jonna’s shoulders lifted. Sonea opened a box on the table and brought out the tiny knife that Cery had given her. He had reasoned that a small blade wouldn’t frighten the dwells as much as a larger one. This one was so tiny, it had earned a few laughs.

Sonea nicked the back of Jonna’s hand with the knife, then laid a finger over the cut. Like all the previous dwells, Jonna relaxed as Sonea drew energy from her. When Sonea stopped and healed the cut, the woman straightened.

“That felt… very strange,” Jonna said. “I couldn’t move, but I felt so sleepy that I didn’t want to.”

Sonea nodded. “That’s what most people say it’s like. I’m not sure I could do it if I knew it was unpleasant. Now, tell me what you and Ranel have been doing lately.”

The problems Jonna related seemed wonderfully simple and ordinary. Sonea listened, then told her aunt of everything that had happened since their last meeting, including some of her doubts and fears. At the end of the story, Jonna regarded her speculatively.

“It’s hard to believe that the quiet little child I had to raise has grown into such an important person,” she said. “And you with this Akkarin, the High Lord of the Guild and all.”

“He isn’t any more,” Sonea reminded her.

Jonna waved a hand. “Even so. How sure of him are you? Do you think you’ll marry?”

Sonea felt her face heat. “I… I don’t know. I…”

“Would you agree?”

Marriage? Sonea hesitated, then slowly nodded.

“But you haven’t talked about it, have you?” Jonna frowned leaned forward. “You are being careful?” she murmured.

“There are…” Sonea swallowed. “I know there are ways, with magic, of being sure a woman doesn’t… It’s one of the advantages of being a magician. Akkarin wouldn’t want that.” She felt her face grow hotter. “Not now, anyway. It wouldn’t be wise, with all the fighting.”

Jonna nodded and patted Sonea’s hand. “Of course. Perhaps later, then. When all this is over.”

Sonea smiled. “Yes. And when I’m ready. Which wouldn’t be straightaway.”

The woman sighed. “It’s good to see you, Sonea. It’s such a relief knowing you’re back.” She sobered. “But it isn’t, too. I wish you were somewhere far away and safe. I wish you didn’t have to fight these Sachakans. You… you will be careful?”

“Of course.”

“Don’t try anything foolish.”

“I won’t. I don’t much like the idea of dying, Jonna. That’s a strong deterrent against foolishness.”

A knock at the door interrupted them.

“Yes?” Sonea called.

The door opened, and Cery slipped inside carrying a large sack. He was grinning widely.

“Catching up?” he said.

“Did you arrange this?” Sonea asked.

“I might have,” Cery replied slyly.

“Thank you.”

He shrugged. Jonna rose. “It’s late. I must get back to my family,” she said. “I’ve been gone too long already.”

Sonea stood and stepped around the table to hug her aunt again. “Take care of yourself,” she said, “Give Ranel a kiss for me. And tell him not to say anything about us being here. Not to anyone.”

Jonna nodded, then turned away and left the room.

“That was the last of them,” Cery said. “I’ll take you back to your rooms.”

“What about Akkarin?”

“He’s waiting for you there. Come on.”

Moving to a door at the back of the room, he led her out into a corridor. At the end of it they entered a small cupboard. Cery untied a rope hanging from a hole in the roof and as he let it slip through his hands, the floor of the cupboard slowly descended.

“You make a good pair,” Cery said.

Sonea turned to frown at him. “Me and Jonna?”

He grinned and shook his head. “You and Akkarin.”

“You think so?”

“I hope so. I’m not sure I like him getting you into all this rub, but he seems just as worried about you surviving it as I am.”

The floor stopped before another door. Cery pushed it open and they stepped into a familiar passage. A few steps later, they were passing the large metal door to his guest rooms. Akkarin sat before a table laden with plates of fresh food, a glass of wine in his hand. Beside him sat Takan.

Akkarin looked up at Sonea and smiled. She noticed that Takan was regarding her closely, and began to wonder what they had been talking about before she arrived.

“Ceryni,” Akkarin said. “Once again, you’ve provided for us generously.” He lifted his glass. “Anuren dark, no less.”

Cery shrugged. “No expense spared for the city’s defenders.”

Sonea sat down and began eating. Though she was hungry, the food sat like stones in her belly and she soon lost her appetite when they began discussing their plans for tomorrow. They had not been talking long before Akkarin stopped and looked at her closely.

“Your power is detectable,” he said quietly. “I need to teach you to hide it.”

Akkarin held out his hand. As she took it, she felt his presence grow strong at the edge of her mind. She closed her eyes.

—
This is what I can sense.

At once she felt the power within him radiating out, like a glowing mist.

—I
see it
.

—
You ‘re letting power leak through the barrier that surrounds your natural area of magical influence. You need to strengthen the barrier. Like this.

The glow faded to nothing. Concentrating on her own body, she sensed the store of power within her. She hadn’t had the opportunity to consider how much strength she had gained from the dwells. She had tried to keep track of the volunteers, but lost count after thirty.

Now she marvelled at the immense power she held, contained by the barrier at her skin. But that barrier was only strong enough to contain her natural level of power. She must use some of the extra magic to strengthen it. Concentrating, she began sending a steady trickle of power to the barrier.

—
That’s it
.

Instead of retreating, Akkarin’s mind lingered.

—
Look at me.

She opened her eyes. A shiver ran down her spine as she realized she could see and sense him at the same time. His expression was the thoughtful one he always wore when she caught him watching her… and now she knew with certainty what he was thinking of at those times. She felt her face flush, and the corner of his mouth curled upward.

Then his mind faded and he let her hand go. When he looked away, she felt a vague disappointment.

“We should make blood gems for each other. There will be times we’ll need to be able to communicate privately in the next few days.”

Blood gems. Her disappointment faded and was replaced by interest.

“We need some glass.” He looked at Takan. The servant rose and entered the kitchen, then returned and shook his head.

“Nothing there…”

Akkarin picked up a wineglass, then glanced at Cery. “Do you mind if I break this?”

Cery shrugged. “No. Smash away.”

The glass shattered as Akkarin struck it against the table. He picked up a sliver and handed it to Sonea, then took one for himself. Cery watched, clearly bursting with curiosity.

Together, Sonea and Akkarin melted the glass fragments into tiny spheres. Akkarin took another sliver of glass and cut his palm. Sonea did the same. Once more he held her hand and she sensed his mind touch hers. She followed his instructions on how to apply the blood and magic to the hot glass.

When the gems had cooled, Takan set a small square of gold on the table. It rose and hovered before Akkarin’s face, then curled and twisted into two rings. As Akkarin dropped his blood gem into the setting of one ring, Sonea placed hers in the other. She noted how the gem protruded from the inner side of the band, allowing it to touch the skin of the wearer.

The gold claws of the settings closed over the gems. Akkarin plucked the two rings out of the air, holding them by their bands, then turned to regard Sonea solemnly.

“With these rings, we will be able to see into each others’ minds. This has some… disadvantages. Sometimes, hearing and knowing exactly how another person regards you can be an unpleasant experience. It can end friendships, turn love to resentment, and destroy self-regard.” He paused. “But it can also deepen understanding. We should not wear these any more than we must.”

Sonea took his ring and considered his words. Turn love to resentment? But he had never
said
he loved her. She thought of Jonna’s words.
“But you haven’t talked about it, have you?”

We haven’t needed to,
she told herself.
Just the occasional fleeting glimpse of his thoughts has been enough.

Or was it?

She looked at the ring and found herself caught between two possibilities: either he loved her and was afraid the rings would spoil everything, or he didn’t, and was afraid the rings would reveal the truth.

But when his mind had lingered just now, she was sure she had sensed more than just desire.

She put the ring on the table. Tomorrow they would need them. Tomorrow they would discover how much it cost them. For now, she did not need to see any more than what she had glimpsed in his mind.

Cery abruptly rose. “I’d like to stay, but I’ve got other things to get around to.” He paused, then waved at the sack, which he had left on a chair. “Some more clothes. I thought they might suit better than what you’ve got.”

Akkarin nodded. “Thank you.”

“Good night.”

After Cery had gone, Takan also stood. “It is late,” he said. “If you do not need me… ?”

Akkarin shook his head. “No. Get some sleep, Takan.” He looked at Sonea. “We should get some rest, too.”

He rose and moved into the bedroom. Sonea started to follow, then she paused as she saw the sack on the chair. Grabbing it, she carried it into the bedroom.

Akkarin glanced at the sack as she dropped it on the bed. “What disguise has Cery come up with, then?”

Sonea opened the sack and turned it upside down. A cascade of black cloth spilled out. She glanced at Akkarin, then spread the garments over the bed.

They were robes.
Magicians’
robes.

Akkarin stared at them, his expression grim.

“We can’t wear these,” he said quietly. “We are not Guild magicians. It is a crime.”

“Then the Guild is going to be too busy arresting people to fight the Ichani tomorrow,” she said. “There will be hundreds of non-magicians on the streets wearing robes, trying to lure the Sachakans into separating.”

“This is… different. We were cast out. And these are black. There will be no mistaking us for ordinary magicians.”

Sonea looked at the sack. It was still half full. Reaching inside, she pulled out two pairs of trousers and two shirts. Both were a generous fit.