‘Whoa,’ he said, dropping to his haunches and blowing hard. ‘That is not good.’
‘Jonas, Hirad. Stop moving. Ilkar? Talk to me.’
Sol’s eyes darted left, right and up. Nothing out of the ordinary.
‘Something…’ Ilkar closed his eyes and reached out with his hands. ‘Something.’
‘What?’ Sol thought he heard a whisper on the wind. A sound from his distant past.
‘There’s-’ began Ilkar.
‘How interesting,’ said a voice from above their heads. ‘Even without a college Heart, a Julatsan may still feel a construct should it contain enough power, I see.’
Two figures descended slowly into view, hovering thirty-odd feet away. Denser and Septern.
‘I wondered how long it would be before you came back here to get your wife and completely bugger things up, Sol. Did you really think a dragon opening a second Klene corridor in one day could go unnoticed in my city?’
‘I will do what I came here to do, Denser, and that includes beating you to a bloody pulp. One punch for every time I considered you my trusted friend. That’s a lot of punches.’
‘A couple of points, if I may. First of all, no, you won’t lay a finger on me, and I’ll tell you why in a moment. Secondly, and it’s a small thing, but I have, um, adjusted my name. Just to aid the record keeping of the college, you know.’
Sol felt a rush of sadness, the end of possibility. A closing-down on the potential for redemption.
‘You’ve taken the “y”, haven’t you?’
‘Yes. So it’s Densyr, not Denser.’
‘Makes no difference to me,’ growled Hirad. ‘You’re still a traitor to The Raven and Balaia and you will die for it.’
Densyr chuckled. ‘How I have missed your idle threats, Hirad. Now, as Ilkar will be able to tell you when he gets his breath back, you have walked into the middle of a cell of explosive fire-based ward constructs which, as luck would have it, Septern was able to make active when we spotted you. These wards, like all of them across the city, have been tuned to include moving shapes of your size, but I’ll leave it to you to decide whether to believe that or not. I don’t really have the time to care.
‘Should you stay exactly in the positions you are, you will come to no harm. Not until the Garonin blunder into them in a day or so, anyway. I’m sorry it has come to this and I truly don’t want to kill any of you. So the choice remains yours. To try and get out of your current predicament or to come voluntarily into custody and let me decide your fates when the battle is won.
‘I’ll leave you for a few hours to make up your minds. I trust I don’t need to demonstrate what happens when a ward is triggered?’
‘Not for my benefit,’ said Ilkar.
‘Good. Until later then.’
Septern and Densyr rose quickly into the night and were lost, missing much of Hirad’s colourful volley of abuse.
‘Do you mind?’ said Sol. ‘My son is standing next to you.’
‘It isn’t like I haven’t heard all those words before,’ said Jonas.
‘But perhaps not strung together with such alacrity and with the multiple repetition of certain choice terms, eh?’
‘So do we believe that bastard?’ asked Sirendor, who was standing next to Ilkar.
‘Ilkar?’ asked Sol.
Ilkar, who had recovered from the shock of the surge of mana all about them, scratched at his chin.
‘I think testing if he’s bluffing would be incredibly stupid.’
‘Can’t we just throw something at one of them?’ asked Hirad.
‘Must I repeat myself? You haven’t studied Septern. There are very interesting passages and witness testimonies discussing his death, and more than one talks about wards triggering other wards in chain reactions. Big chain reactions. Throw one stone, bring down the whole street, that sort of thing. What I need is a little quiet and I’ll see if I can divine any wards, triggers or linkage lines.’
‘I thought you said you couldn’t do that any more,’ said Hirad.
‘Got a better idea?’
‘Nope.’
‘Then shut up.’
Diera came to, lying on her back with her head cushioned by a cloak. The images she’d seen, so real and so terrifying, began to fade, and the relief of waking from a dream washed over her.
‘Welcome back,’ said a voice.
She turned her head. Baron Blackthorne was kneeling by her. His kindly face wore lines of worry.
‘What happened?’ she asked. ‘Where’s Hirad?’
‘He’s safe. Thraun is showing him not to be scared of wolves. As for you, well you were complaining of a headache, and the next we knew, you’d collapsed. You muttered some strange things about dragons and your son. You said they were coming. You said that over and over. Who did you mean?’
Diera shook her head. ‘Can you help me up?’
Blackthorne supported her to a sitting position and waited while her blood settled and the faintness passed.
‘I don’t remember too much. It was just a dream. Jonas and Sha-Kaan being attacked somehow. There was wind and darkness. It’s nothing. Just a mother worrying about her son.’
‘I don’t think so. Neither does Auum. He is out there now, looking for Jonas and Sol. You said they’d come for you. We believe they have.’
‘Based on a dream?’
‘And elves know the perspicacity of dreams.’
Diera hugged her knees. ‘I hope they’re right.’
‘And let’s hope they get to them before the guards do. Altogether too many roaming the city right now.’
‘Will they find us here? The guard that is?’
‘Eventually,’ said Blackthorne. ‘But we’ll be ready for them.’
‘I don’t really understand what we’re doing here. Shouldn’t we be going west?’
‘Auum has high ideals and I share them until my courage falters.’ Blackthorne chuckled at his own joke. ‘He aims to break the college hold and get people away from here before it’s too late.’
‘He doesn’t have much time and very few here to help him. What can he do?’
‘He is waiting for an opportunity to present itself.’
‘And will it?’
‘When the battle starts.’ Blackthorne raised his eyebrows.
‘But surely that will cut things too fine.’ Diera searched her memory. ‘Sol wanted everyone away days ago. You know what he’s planning to do, don’t you?’
‘Rumour has it that there is some thought we can escape to a new home. Seems a distant prospect to me. But I know that staying here is folly. I’ve seen this enemy, and a few spells set about the city will not stop them.’
There was a brief commotion at the gates to the garden. Auum barked an order and ran in. Diera had never seen worry on his face before. Blackthorne stood.
‘Auum?’
‘We have a problem.’
Away to the south and east of the city, a ClawBound panther called out. It was a disquieting sound. Auum listened to it and his frown deepened.
‘Two problems.’
Chapter 24
The awful truth about the fate of Julatsa had dampened hope three days before. The fleet had been sailing out of sight of the north Balaian coast and there had been no encounters nor indeed any sightings whatever of the Garonin. The ships were scattered over a wide area, attempting to diminish the density of souls for the enemy to sense. There had been an uneasy quiet across the whole fleet. It felt like the absence of belief.
And now, approaching Wesman territory at North Bay, with the hard grey peaks of Sunara’s Teeth dominating the near horizon, trepidation reigned. Mage reconnaissance had revealed no evidence of Garonin activity but neither had it revealed any sign of the Wesmen.
Rebraal was not unduly concerned by that. This desolate, dangerous coast had been largely abandoned since the storms of the Night Child had swept away the bay’s lonely fishing village over fifteen years ago. They were a superstitious race, the Wesmen, and Sunara’s Teeth were cursed.
‘I’ll drop anchor half a mile from the shore,’ said Jevin. ‘Well before we get snagged in the currents close in.’