“Yes.”
Fury suffused her pale cheeks as she rounded on Seregil. “Knowing all that, you brought Micum into the midst of it?”
“It doesn’t spread through the air,” Seregil told her gently. “We haven’t made any trades, and neither has Micum. It’s
those who do that who fall ill. That’s why I asked about the beggars.”
Kari shook her head in disbelief. “If you’d only warned us, I could have told the children to beware of them. You could have said, Micum! You could have sent word!”
Seregil clutched the door frame as the weight of the words struck home. Another failure. “Micum didn’t know before he got here.”
“We thought they were only in the city,” Alec said softly, voice trembling.
Raw pain coursed over the bond to Seregil. He knew Alec must be feeling the same from him. Illia! That, combined with Kari’s anguish, and Micum’s, threatened to unman him.
“We will find a way to fix this,” he told her, but the words sounded weak and hollow.
“Then get out and find it!” she cried. “If Illia dies, I’ll never forgive you. Any of you! Get out!”
“Go on,” Micum told them, not moving from his daughter’s side. “I’ll be up later.”
Seregil and Alec climbed the steps to their rooms in silence except for Seregil’s strained voice whispering the words of passage past the glyphs.
Striding into the bedroom, Seregil threw off his disguise and pulled on a shirt and breeches.
“Maker’s Mercy,” Alec said as he did the same. “If Valerius had heard of any spread of the sickness outside the city, wouldn’t he have told us about it?”
“Yes. Something’s very strange here. First Myrhichia, now Illia. Does anything strike you about that?”
“The first time the sleeping…” Alec couldn’t bring himself to say the word. “Those are the only times it’s happened outside the poorer quarters.”
“Yes, but also to people associated with us.” Seregil squeezed Alec’s shoulder, then headed to the door. “Elsbet should be here with her mother. I’ll send Tomin for her.”
“I’ll wait downstairs for Micum.”
After assuring Tomin that the affliction was not contagious, Seregil ordered him to the Temple of Illior to fetch
Elsbet, but not to tell her why. When he was reasonably sure the man would do that instead of disappearing, he slowly climbed the secret stair back to his rooms.
Micum sat at the dining table with Alec, head in his hands, looking shattered. Alec didn’t look much better. Three silver brandy cups had been filled, but neither of the others had touched theirs.
“She’s right, you know,” Micum groaned. “I should have sent word.”
Seregil sat down and took his friend’s hand. “We had no way of knowing, Micum.”
Micum pulled his hand free and downed a gulp of brandy. “One too many secrets, after all these years. Something finally followed me home.”
They sat in glum silence for a time, then Seregil raised his cup and took a sip. “Go back to Kari. Stay with her.”
“She doesn’t want me there.”
“Maybe not, but she needs you. Alec, take him down.”
Alec took Micum by the arm and drew him from the room. Seregil set his cup aside and went to the window overlooking the front yard. The full moon was rising. Nearly two precious days had passed since Illia had been stricken. Seregil sent up a silent plea to Illior for her life.
Alec returned and closed the door.
“How are they?” asked Seregil.
“Kari let Micum hold her, thank the Light. Do you think she meant it when she said she’d never forgive us?”
“I wouldn’t blame her.”
“We failed Myrhichia-” Alec paused and swallowed hard. “We can’t lose Illia!”
A painful shiver crept up the back of Seregil’s neck at the thought, and a sick feeling cramped in his belly. “We’re missing something critical again, Alec. I feel like I’ve been blind in one eye all this time. Something is right there, staring us in the face, and we’re not seeing it. There’s more to them than mere beggars, especially that tall one. There’s something about him…”
“You think you might know him?”
“There’s just something about the way he moves. I don’t
know. I doubt that old woman is an old woman at all, though, the way she evaded us-and the old man that day in the Ring. And the way that one-eyed man went out the window and over the roof? I couldn’t have done it better myself.”
They heard Tomin return with Elsbet within the hour and Alec hurried down to meet her. The young woman was still dressed in her initiate’s white robe and smelled of the dreaming herbs used in temple practice, but her dark eyes were clear.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Your mother and Illia are here.” He took a deep breath and forced the words out. “Illia has the sleeping death.”
“No!” Elsbet’s knees gave out and Alec caught her. “But how?”
“We’re not completely sure, but we’re going to find out, I swear by the Lightbringer.” He took her hand. “They’re upstairs.”
Holding her hand, Alec led Elsbet to the sickroom. Seregil was leaning against the wall outside the door, looking unhappy. He hugged Elsbet, then let her go inside.
Kari was asleep in the armchair drawn up to Illia’s bed. Micum had spread a blanket over her, and her dark hair was combed and braided. He sat on the edge of the bed, stroking his daughter’s brow. Illia looked so much like her mother it made Alec’s heart ache. Elsbet hurried in and kissed her sleeping sister on the forehead. Micum stood and embraced Elsbet, stroking her dark hair and murmuring something in her ear that Alec couldn’t catch. She nodded, wiping at her eyes, then knelt by her mother. Kari woke and embraced her as they wept together.
“Thank you,” said Micum, coming out to join Alec and Seregil in the corridor. “That was kind of you to think of.”
Seregil nodded. “I thought Kari could use the support while we’re out hunting.”
Micum’s eyes darkened dangerously and his knuckles went white as he gripped the hilt of his sword. “We were so damn close with the old woman!”
Seregil clasped his friend’s shoulder. “We’ll find them, Micum. We will.”
Elsbet suddenly appeared in the doorway, eyes wide with fear. “There are riders with torches in the courtyard. Bluecoats.”
“Bilairy’s Balls! They’re coming to take Illia to the Ring. Everyone upstairs!”
“You go. I’ll deal with them,” said Micum.
Seregil swept Illia up in his arms and headed down the corridor to the secret staircase in the storage room around the corner, with Alec and the women close behind. Just as they reached the secret panel they heard the sound of the front doors being violently thrown open and men shouting.
“I’m staying down to keep watch on Micum,” said Alec.
“Try not to be seen, tali.”
Alec peered around the corner of the corridor. The bluecoats came thundering up the stairs to confront Micum.
“Stand aside, you,” the officer in charge barked, taking in Micum’s disreputable-looking clothing.
“What’s this about?” Micum demanded, not moving.
“Vicegerent’s orders. All those struck down with the sleeping death must be quarantined.”
“Dumped in the Ring to die, more like it. That woman heard you were coming. She took the girl and scarpered.”
“We’ll see about that,” the bluecoat muttered, shouldering past him. “Spread out, men, search the place from attic to cellar.” Then, to Micum, “Who are you and what are you doing here?”
“I work for the innkeeper. He left me here to guard the place after everyone else cleared out. See that you don’t break anything or I’ll report you.”
Alec retreated hastily to the secret staircase and closed the panel. An instant later he heard someone enter the room outside. There was the sound of the boxes and trunks stored there being shoved about, then a man’s voice: “No one here. Let’s move on.”
He crept upstairs and found Seregil on guard beside the outer door, sword drawn. “Get your bow, Alec.”
Alec tiptoed across the empty room and into their rooms beyond. Glancing through the bedroom doorway, he saw Illia lying on their big, velvet-hung bed with Kari and her sister beside her. Both Elsbet and Kari had knives.