More useful if he’s loyal to me, Falk thought. Tomorrow I’ll speak to Mother Northwind about taking care of that, too.
He turned his thoughts back to the matter of the Common Cause. Tomorrow he would magespeak Brich and find out what, if anything, his interrogators had learned from those he had ordered arrested. He needed to know the exact nature of the plot he was certain was afoot, and whether it posed any real danger to the Plan. And if he could not find out from those arrested thus far, he could certainly get the truth from Verdsmitt.
Could Verdsmitt even be the elusive “Patron”?
Maybe. At the very least he would likely be the most highly placed member of the Cause Falk had yet had the chance-or reason-to question
… and whatever Verdsmitt knew, he would tell. Falk was very good at extracting information, even without Mother Northwind’s unique talents.
He felt a surge of anger at the unknown conspirators who had chosen this moment to attack the Prince. For more than thirty years he had been preparing, ever since he had first met Tagaza at the College of Mages and learned that the Barriers could, indeed, be lowered, though it involved an extremely complex spell… and, of course, the simultaneous murders of the Ruler and Heir.
Tagaza claimed he had spent many sleepless nights when he had first discovered that fact, had claimed he had worked weeks longer looking for some other way, with no success. Despite his insistence that he felt the Barriers must fall (though Falk didn’t believe his claim that magic would fail if they did not; the SkyMage would not permit such a thing), he had told Falk over and over how much he regretted the awful necessity of that double murder. It was almost as tiresome a constant in his conversation as his harping on the topic of Commoners, and how the Mageborn had to treat them more fairly if the Kingdom were to survive.
Falk had felt no regret or horror at learning that the only way for him to obtain the power to lower the Barriers required two deaths. For him, there had been only a feeling of exaltation; the thing could be done. It would be difficult, but it could be done.
How difficult had become clearer as Tagaza had further studied the spell. The energy required was so enormous that the spell could only be performed on the very edge of the Cauldron, the vast open lake of lava that provided the energy for the Barriers. One of the two, either King or Heir, would have to be slain on its blackened shore.
Nor could it be done while the Heir was still a child, since the Keys would not transfer to an Heir who was not yet an adult, and intercepting the transfer of the Keys, in effect grabbing them away from the Heir at the very moment they attempted to leap from dying Ruler to future Ruler, was the whole point of the spell.
The logistics were almost as complicated as the spell itself. Killing the Ruler and Heir at once within the Lesser Barrier would have been a simple matter-especially when the one who wanted them dead was the Minister of Public Safety, whose duty was supposedly to protect them, and who commanded the Royal guard-but getting either to the Cauldron had seemed an insurmountable task, exacerbated by the simple fact that King Kravon, at the time Falk ascended to the King’s Council, had not yet produced any heir at all.
And then Mother Northwind had come forward and offered her invaluable help.
Falk reached the edge of the trees and began walking along the much better marked road that led to his manor. Almost two decades had passed. Brenna and Karl had both turned eighteen six months ago. No one had ever expressed doubt that Karl was both the true son of King Kravon and the Heir to the Keys. Why should they? After all, the First Mage himself had Confirmed Karl as Heir.
But, in truth, Brenna was Heir to the Keys and Karl the orphaned Commoner.
He sighed, thinking of Brenna. He was rather fond of the girl, despite having done his best to keep his distance from her over the years. He’d been amused by her determination to sneak in and see the boy, impressed by her willingness to do so against his wishes, and impressed again by how quickly she had realized Mother Northwind must be the one he had come see, even though she had no inkling of Mother Northwind’s true powers. He thought she would probably have made quite a good Queen-certainly a better Queen than her father Kravon had made a King-but, nevertheless, when the moment came, he would kill her without a qualm. It was a shame, but there was no help for it.
So she sacrifices her life for the greater glory of the Kingdom and to fulfill the will of the SkyMage, he thought. I have already sacrificed mine. He had forgone marriage, children, the many pleasures prestige and power provided for other MageLords, focusing always on the Plan, which would culminate with him becoming King: the first King of Evrenfels with the ability to lower the Barriers at will.
It was all so close, now. He had a man in place ready to kill the King. He had long made it his practice in early spring to travel to the Lake of Fire with the First Mage on an “inspection trip”-no one would remark when he did so again. This time he would take Brenna; the ward he’d have recently brought to the Palace to live permanently, to “further her education.” No one would remark on that, either.
Once there, using a magelink with his operatives in the Palace, he would order the King murdered-and at the moment of that death, Falk, with Tagaza’s help, drawing on the vast energy of the Cauldron, would strip the Keys-and her life-from Brenna, transferring the Keys to himself, and transforming those Keys to give him power over the Barriers.
With the army and Royal guard already loyal to him and his plans twenty-years matured, and now with the information he hoped to get from the boy from Outside about what awaited them on the other side of the Great Barrier, he would prepare for the moment when the Mageborn would all be Unbound, free from their self-imposed prison, and ready to take their place once again as rulers in the world Outside, as the SkyMage willed.
And he, at last, would erase the family shame-the failure of their dynasty, two generations before, when Kravon’s grandmother had received the Keys instead of Falk’s grandfather. He would be King, as he always should have been.
The vision was as clear and sharp and rainbow-hued in his mind as a crystal goblet lit by the sun, and had been for years, but the attempt on the Prince’s life had cast a shadow across it.
He stopped on a footbridge that crossed a tiny creek, its summertime burbling stilled by months of deep winter cold, and gazed down at the ice-covered rocks. If the Prince were to die, leaving the current King apparently Heirless, there would be demands for Tagaza to conduct a magical search for the new Heir. The First Mage before Tagaza had developed the spell, and its existence was unfortunately well known to the King’s Council and the rest of the Twelve. There would be no way to refuse. But such a search, if carried out fairly, would, without fail, point to Brenna, exposing all Falk’s machinations.
If it were carried out fairly. The search would of course be led by Tagaza, who would certainly not expose Falk’s-
Falk’s eyes narrowed. Or would he?
Whoever had arranged the attack on the Prince, if it had indeed been intended to disrupt the Plan, had to be someone with intimate knowledge of that Plan.
Someone like Tagaza.
Tagaza, Falk well knew, did not share the Unbound’s belief. He had always been open about his reasons for wanting the Barriers to fall, with his preposterous claim that they were eating up the Kingdom’s magic. Falk was prepared to overlook that as long as Tagaza continued to work toward their shared goal, and so far, he had.
But Tagaza also had a soft spot in his heart for the Commoners. In fact, some of the things he’d said to Falk over the years about improving the lot of Commoners could have come straight from the Common Cause’s manifesto. Falk had never believed Tagaza would actually act on those beliefs… but what if he had? What if Tagaza had arranged the assassination attempt, hoping to bring about the search that he would lead-and which he could then use to reveal Brenna as Heir, expose Falk, and halt the Plan?