Magic Study
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I cringed, but Ilom’s head jerked down as he cried out in pain. Undaunted, Cahil pulled Ilom’s nose then clawed at the flesh under his chin. Ilom yelped and blood welled from the scratches on his neck. Cahil stepped back astounded. He reached toward Ilom’s face again, but Marrok grabbed him and held him. Cahil’s mouth hung open with astonishment.
“Release the Adviser,” Roze ordered.
Ilom’s manacles were removed as Cahil, his face red with rage, and his men were escorted from the room. The session ended and Roze rushed to make amends and apologize to the Ambassador and Ilom.
I stayed on the bench, watching as Signe’s anger and Ilom’s pout transformed into more agreeable expressions by Roze’s words. I was afraid to call attention to myself, hoping no one would remember Cahil’s other accusations about me.
Cahil’s shock over Ilom had matched my own. Even knowing his tricks, Valek continued to surprise me. I scanned the Ixian guards, and, sure enough, one blue-eyed soldier looked mighty pleased with himself. Ilom probably dressed as a guard when Valek disguised himself as the Adviser, and they probably switched places when Valek needed to sneak around Sitia.
Eventually, the Council members and Ixians began to leave. Irys joined me on the bench.
Tell Valek to leave, Irys said. The danger is too great.
You know.
Of course. I expected him to be with the delegation.
It doesn’t bother you that he’s here. That he might be spying on Sitia.
He’s here for you. And I’m glad you had some time together.
But what if he killed Goel?
Goel was a danger to you. While I would have preferred to arrest him, I’m not upset by hisdemise.
“Go get something to eat. You look a little pale,” Irys said.
“That’s just great. I went from having none to having two mother hens.”
Irys laughed. “Some people just need the extra help.” She patted my knee and went in search of Bain.
Before I could leave, though, I saw Bavol Zaltana heading toward me. I waited for him.
“Ambassador Signe requests a meeting with you,” Bavol said.
“When?”
“Now.”
Bavol led me out of the great hall. “The Ambassador has been assigned some offices so she can conduct business while a guest here,” Bavol explained as we walked through the Council Hall.
The entire Sitian government was housed in the vast building. Offices and meeting rooms hummed with the daily tasks of running a government. An underground record room stored all the official documents, although the local records remained at each clan’s capitol.
I wondered about the Sandseed’s moving capitol. Did they haul their records with them as they traveled throughout the plains? Remembering Irys’s lecture about the Sandseeds, I realized they kept a verbal record, telling history through the Story Weavers. An image of Moon Man painted blue and sitting in the Council’s underground room caused me to smile.
Bavol gave me a questioning glance.
“I was thinking of the record room,” I said. “Just trying to imagine how the Sandseed Clan reports information to the Council.”
Bavol grinned. “They have always been difficult. We indulge their…unusual ways. Twice a year, a Story Weaver comes to the Council and recites the clan’s events to a scribe. It works, and keeps peace in our land. Here we are.” Bavol gestured to an open door. “We will talk again later.” Bavol dipped his head and shoulders in a half bow and left.
The invitation had not included Bavol. I walked into a receiving area. Adviser Ilom sat behind a plain desk. The scratches on his neck had stopped bleeding. Two soldiers guarded a closed door.
Ilom stood and knocked on the door. I heard a faint voice, and Ilom turned the knob. “She’s here,” he said, then pushed the door wider and gestured me inside.
I entered Ambassador Signe’s office, noting the simple functional furniture and lack of decorations. Guards stood behind her, but she dismissed them. None of the soldiers had been Valek, and I wondered where he had gotten to. Ari and Janco were probably off-duty.
“You caused a considerable stir last night,” Signe said when we were alone.
Her powerful eyes scanned me. I marveled at her appearance. She had the same delicate features as the Commander, yet the long hair and the thin lines of kohl around her eyes transformed his face into her ageless beauty.
“I hope your sleep wasn’t interrupted,” I said, sticking to a diplomatic approach.
She waved away comment. “We’re alone. You may speak freely.”
I shook my head. “Master Magicians have excellent hearing.” I thought about Roze, she would consider eavesdropping on the Ambassador to be her patriotic duty.
Signe nodded in understanding. “Seems the Wannabe King has gotten hold of some wrong information. I wonder how that happened.”
“A miscommunication between several parties.”
“There will be no more false accusations?” Signe asked.
Her gaze pierced me as if she held a knife to my throat. She wondered at my ability to keep her disguise a secret.
“No.” I showed her my palm, pointing to the scar she had made when I promised not to reveal the Commander’s secret to anyone. Not even to Valek.
That thought reminded me of Irys’s suggestion that Valek leave Sitia. I pulled my butterfly pendant out. “Some rumors tend to smolder, and it would be best to make certain there is no fuel left to ignite another fire.”
“Release the Adviser,” Roze ordered.
Ilom’s manacles were removed as Cahil, his face red with rage, and his men were escorted from the room. The session ended and Roze rushed to make amends and apologize to the Ambassador and Ilom.
I stayed on the bench, watching as Signe’s anger and Ilom’s pout transformed into more agreeable expressions by Roze’s words. I was afraid to call attention to myself, hoping no one would remember Cahil’s other accusations about me.
Cahil’s shock over Ilom had matched my own. Even knowing his tricks, Valek continued to surprise me. I scanned the Ixian guards, and, sure enough, one blue-eyed soldier looked mighty pleased with himself. Ilom probably dressed as a guard when Valek disguised himself as the Adviser, and they probably switched places when Valek needed to sneak around Sitia.
Eventually, the Council members and Ixians began to leave. Irys joined me on the bench.
Tell Valek to leave, Irys said. The danger is too great.
You know.
Of course. I expected him to be with the delegation.
It doesn’t bother you that he’s here. That he might be spying on Sitia.
He’s here for you. And I’m glad you had some time together.
But what if he killed Goel?
Goel was a danger to you. While I would have preferred to arrest him, I’m not upset by hisdemise.
“Go get something to eat. You look a little pale,” Irys said.
“That’s just great. I went from having none to having two mother hens.”
Irys laughed. “Some people just need the extra help.” She patted my knee and went in search of Bain.
Before I could leave, though, I saw Bavol Zaltana heading toward me. I waited for him.
“Ambassador Signe requests a meeting with you,” Bavol said.
“When?”
“Now.”
Bavol led me out of the great hall. “The Ambassador has been assigned some offices so she can conduct business while a guest here,” Bavol explained as we walked through the Council Hall.
The entire Sitian government was housed in the vast building. Offices and meeting rooms hummed with the daily tasks of running a government. An underground record room stored all the official documents, although the local records remained at each clan’s capitol.
I wondered about the Sandseed’s moving capitol. Did they haul their records with them as they traveled throughout the plains? Remembering Irys’s lecture about the Sandseeds, I realized they kept a verbal record, telling history through the Story Weavers. An image of Moon Man painted blue and sitting in the Council’s underground room caused me to smile.
Bavol gave me a questioning glance.
“I was thinking of the record room,” I said. “Just trying to imagine how the Sandseed Clan reports information to the Council.”
Bavol grinned. “They have always been difficult. We indulge their…unusual ways. Twice a year, a Story Weaver comes to the Council and recites the clan’s events to a scribe. It works, and keeps peace in our land. Here we are.” Bavol gestured to an open door. “We will talk again later.” Bavol dipped his head and shoulders in a half bow and left.
The invitation had not included Bavol. I walked into a receiving area. Adviser Ilom sat behind a plain desk. The scratches on his neck had stopped bleeding. Two soldiers guarded a closed door.
Ilom stood and knocked on the door. I heard a faint voice, and Ilom turned the knob. “She’s here,” he said, then pushed the door wider and gestured me inside.
I entered Ambassador Signe’s office, noting the simple functional furniture and lack of decorations. Guards stood behind her, but she dismissed them. None of the soldiers had been Valek, and I wondered where he had gotten to. Ari and Janco were probably off-duty.
“You caused a considerable stir last night,” Signe said when we were alone.
Her powerful eyes scanned me. I marveled at her appearance. She had the same delicate features as the Commander, yet the long hair and the thin lines of kohl around her eyes transformed his face into her ageless beauty.
“I hope your sleep wasn’t interrupted,” I said, sticking to a diplomatic approach.
She waved away comment. “We’re alone. You may speak freely.”
I shook my head. “Master Magicians have excellent hearing.” I thought about Roze, she would consider eavesdropping on the Ambassador to be her patriotic duty.
Signe nodded in understanding. “Seems the Wannabe King has gotten hold of some wrong information. I wonder how that happened.”
“A miscommunication between several parties.”
“There will be no more false accusations?” Signe asked.
Her gaze pierced me as if she held a knife to my throat. She wondered at my ability to keep her disguise a secret.
“No.” I showed her my palm, pointing to the scar she had made when I promised not to reveal the Commander’s secret to anyone. Not even to Valek.
That thought reminded me of Irys’s suggestion that Valek leave Sitia. I pulled my butterfly pendant out. “Some rumors tend to smolder, and it would be best to make certain there is no fuel left to ignite another fire.”
