“One sign of weakness and Carnades would claim he was still incapacitated,” I said.
“Exactly.”
“What he means is that I can’t leave this room until I can kick Carnades’s lily-white, patrician ass,” Justinius said. “I’ve told Mychael here that I just have to be strong enough for one kick.” He grinned evilly. “I’ll get it right the first time.”
I didn’t doubt that. Secrecy was critical for the old man’s plan to work, but that didn’t mean I had to like it. I didn’t, and neither did Piaras. But any hurt, disappointment, or anything else he felt was well hidden.
“Archmagus Valerian, I am glad you were not seriously injured,” Piaras said. He looked at Mychael uncertainly, and kept his voice down. “Sir, is my being here a good idea?”
Piaras didn’t mean hearing something he shouldn’t, though I was questioning the wisdom of that. Piaras didn’t want Sarad Nukpana to suddenly possess him and compel him to kill the old man for real this time-or feel a sudden urge to go running to Carnades and blurt out the old man’s plan.
“It’s necessary,” Mychael told him. “And you don’t need to be concerned.” He looked at Justinius and a quick, unspoken communication passed between them.
The old man muttered a rather crude obscenity. Mychael had just relayed what Sarad Nukpana was up to: the Scythe of Nen or Piaras’s sanity.
“Hugh, Farold,” Justinius said to the Guardians by the door.
“Since Mychael’s here, why don’t the two of you take a break.
Say half an hour. Dalis, you, too.”
The Guardians immediately did as ordered; the healer gave him an openly disapproving look.
“Dalis,” Justinius said with surprising gentleness. “I’m quite well, and perfectly safe.”
The healer reluctantly left with the Guardians, who closed the door behind them.
The archmagus regarded Piaras in silence for a few squirm-inducing moments. It took everything Piaras had not to run out after the old man’s bodyguards. Not for fear of the archmagus, though no doubt Piaras thought the old man was just as scary as Sarad Nukpana, maybe more. Piaras was afraid of what Nukpana might suddenly make him do.
Justinius spoke. “Master Rivalin, you can’t hurt me-and you won’t.”
“Hurting you is the last thing I want to do, sir.”
The old man chuckled. “With the wards on this room, Sarad Nukpana can’t reach you here; and even if he did, I can take out one scrawny goblin black mage bastard on my worst day.”
Piaras swallowed. He knew exactly what the old man just said. If Justinius took out a scrawny goblin, he’d be taking out a scrawny elf.
“Just laying my cards on the table, young man.”
“Yes, sir. And an impressive hand it is.”
That comment almost earned Piaras a smile from the old man.
“Master Rivalin, I told Katelyn only this afternoon that I wasn’t at Death’s door.” Pride shone in his eyes. “The girl damned near took my head off. Can’t say that I blame her.” His voice softened slightly. “I heard what you did for my Katie-this morning and under the elven embassy. As a grandfather, you have my thanks and gratitude.”
That’s what his mouth said. His eyes were saying in no uncertain terms that the kid had best behave himself around his grandbaby. Piaras’s feelings for Justinius’s granddaughter were well on their way beyond casual infatuation. He’d rescued Katelyn Valerian from that purple demon this morning and from Rudra Muralin’s clutches last week-and they’d spent a lot of time together in between.
Piaras flushed until the tips of his ears went pink. “You’re welcome, sir. I’m glad I was able to help.”
Those blue eyes regarded me. “This morning Dalis told me that Carnades threatened you down at watcher headquarters.”
I shrugged. “I’m starting to get used to it.”
“I heard what all you did today, girl. You’ve made quite an impression.”
“It wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when I got out of bed this morning.”
“There’s no one on this island who can hurt you now-and Carnades and his yes-mages know it.” Justinius lay back on his pillows, paler than before. “This would all be more fun if I felt better.”
Mychael spoke. “Rest and you will.”
“Carnades’s whispered threat to you at headquarters wasn’t as quiet as he thought it was.” The old man’s eyes gleamed. “Lets people hear all kinds of interesting and incriminating things. He was in here just last night.”
“So I heard, sir.” Mychael didn’t sound happy that he’d only been told and not been here himself.
“Mychael, the son of a bitch would hardly incriminate himself if he thought I was listening to every word. Hell, he doesn’t even think I’m conscious yet.” The old guy winked slyly at me. “I’m saving that for a surprise.”
“I would love to see that.”
“I’m getting stronger every hour. Dalis says I’ll be sitting in a chair in a day or two. The day after that I plan to be on my feet and back in charge. Then Carnades gets to see me with my eyes wide open, and my bootprint on his backside.”
“Other than myself and Phaelan, the only people close enough to hear Carnades this morning were the fancy-robed mages with him,” I told Justinius. “And I know for a fact that my cousin hasn’t paid you a visit.”
“No, he hasn’t. And once Mychael here deems me well enough to lift a pint, I want to rectify that oversight. And I understand his father is in the harbor.”
“With warships.”
“And me in a room without windows.” He threw an accusing glare at Mychael. “My bloody harbor is teeming with pirate ships, and I don’t get to see a damned one of them.”
Mychael sighed. “No windows are for your protection, sir.” It sounded like he’d uttered that phrase a couple dozen times. And until the old man was back on his feet, he’d probably say it a few dozen more.
“You have ears in convenient places,” I told Justinius.
“Any more convenient, and they’d be in Carnades’s robes right along with him.”
“They?” Sounded like some of those fancy-robed mages might be with Carnades, but they were working for Justinius. Nice.
“I don’t do anything halfway, girl.”
“No, sir. I don’t imagine you do.” I felt my lips curl in a grin.
“Don’t take this wrong, but you’d make a fine Benares.”
Justinius laughed, a dry wheezing sound. “Nicest thing anyone’s said to me in days.” Those sharp eyes were on Piaras. “However, I will not have Carnades threatening my students.”
I swore silently. I hadn’t told Piaras about Carnades because we were doing all we could to prevent anyone acting on his orders.
Piaras shot a glance at me. “He threatened me, sir?”
“Just the usual-that you’re ‘tainted by my influence,’ ” I assured him. “He threatened all of us; you just got added to the list.” It wasn’t exactly the truth, but it wasn’t a lie. “Don’t worry; he can’t act on any of it.”
Piaras looked at me as if to say what had happened tonight wasn’t bad enough.
“Okay, we won’t let him act on any of it.”
“Who’s we?”
“Me, Mychael, and my entire family.”
“Add me to that list, girl,” Justinius said. “Mychael and Ronan have told me what you’re capable of, Master Rivalin-without Sarad Nukpana at the reins. You’re the most gifted spellsinger to come through here since the two of them. And Katelyn told me everything you did this morning. You have my word that I will not lose you to Carnades’s ignorance, the Seat of Twelve’s arrogance, or Inquisitor Balmorlan’s greed.” His eyes narrowed. “Or Sarad Nukpana’s manipulations.” He pursed his thin lips. “I understand you’ve been doing more than studying.”