Black Magician 03 - The High Lord

by Trudi Canavan

  He was startled at how easy it was, until he remembered that the natural barrier in living things that resisted magical interference dissipated at the moment of death. Sending his mind outward, he searched the body and found only the faintest traces of life energy. The process of decomposition had been interrupted—delayed—because of the lack of anything alive within the body to start it.

  Opening his eyes, Lorlen lifted his hand from the man's arm. He stared at the shallow cut along the victim's neck, sure now that this was the wound that had killed the man. The stab wound to the heart had probably been made later, to provide a more plausible cause of death. Looking down, he regarded the ring on his finger.

  So it's true, he thought. The killer uses black magic. But is this Akkarin's victim, or do we have another black magician loose in the city?

  2

  The High Lord's Orders

  Picking up the steaming cup of sumi from the low dining table, Rothen walked over to one of the paper screens covering his guestroom windows. He slid it aside and looked out over the gardens.

  Spring had come early this year. The hedges and trees bore small blossoms, and an enthusiastic new gardener had planted rows of brightly colored flowers along the pathways. Though it was early morning, magicians and novices were walking through the garden.

  Rothen lifted his cup and sipped. The sumi was fresh and bitter. He thought back to the previous evening and grimaced. Once a week he joined his elderly friend Lord Yaldin, and his wife Ezrille, for dinner. Yaldin had been a friend of Rothen's late mentor, Lord Margen, and still considered it his duty to keep an eye on Rothen—which was why, during the meal last night, Yaldin had felt he must tell Rothen to stop worrying about Sonea.

  "I know you're still watching her," the old magician had said.

  Rothen shrugged. "I'm interested in her wellbeing."

  Yaldin snorted softly. "She's the High Lord's novice. She doesn't need you to monitor her wellbeing."

  "She does," Rothen replied. "Do you think the High Lord cares if she's happy or not? He's only concerned about her academic progress. Life isn't only about magic."

  Ezrille smiled sadly. "Of course it isn't, but. .." She hesitated, then sighed. "Sonea has barely spoken a word to you

  since the High Lord claimed her guardianship. Don't you think she would have visited you by now? It's been over a year. No matter how busy she is with her studies, surely she would have found some time to see you."

  Rothen winced. He could not help himself. From their sympathetic expressions, he knew they had seen his reaction and thought he was merely hurt by Sonea's apparent abandonment of him.

  "She is doing well," Yaldin said gently. "And that nonsense with the other novices ended long ago. Leave it be, Rothen."

  Rothen had pretended to agree. He couldn't tell them his true reasons for watching Sonea. To do so would place more than Sonea's life at risk. Even if Yaldin and Ezrille agreed to keep silent to protect Sonea, Akkarin had said no others were to know. Breaking that "order" might be all the excuse Akkarin needed to ... to what? Use black magic to take over the Guild? He was already the High Lord. What else could he possibly want?

  More power, perhaps. To rule in place of the King. To rule all of the Allied Lands. To be free to strengthen himself with black magic until he was more powerful than any magician who had ever existed.

  But if Akkarin had wanted to do any of that, surely he would have done it long ago. Rothen had to acknowledge, grudgingly, that Akkarin had done nothing to harm Sonea, as far as he could tell. The only time he had seen her in the company of her guardian had been the day of the Challenge.

  Yaldin and Ezrille had let the subject drop eventually. "Well, at least you've stopped taking nemmin," Ezrille had murmured before asking after Dorrien, Rothen's son.

  Rothen felt a small flash of annoyance at the memory. He looked at Tania, his servant. She was carefully wiping the dust off his bookshelf with a cloth.

  He knew Tania had told Ezrille and Yaldin out of concern for his health, and would never reveal his use of a sleeping drug to anyone else, but he still could not help feeling a little resentful. But how could he complain when she willingly played the spy for him? Tania, through her friendship with

  Sonea's servant, Viola, kept him informed of Sonea's health, moods and occasional visits to her aunt and uncle in the slums. Clearly Tania hadn't told Yaldin and Ezrille of her own part in this, or they would have mentioned it as proof of his "worrying."

  Dannyl would have been amused by all this "spying." Taking another sip of sumi, Rothen considered what he knew of his friend's activities in the last year. From letters, Rothen guessed that Dannyl had become close friends with his assistant, Tayend. The speculation regarding Tayend's sexual orientation had disappeared within weeks of it beginning. Everyone knew what self-indulgent gossips the Elynes were, and the only reason the assistant's rumored tastes in lovers had drawn the attention of Guild magicians was because Dannyl had been accused of interest in other men in his youth. That accusation had never been proven to be true. When no further gossip about Dannyl or his assistant arose, most magicians had forgotten about the pair.

  Rothen was more concerned about the research he had asked Dannyl to carry out. Wondering when Akkarin had found the opportunity to learn black magic had led Rothen to speculate on the journey Akkarin had made, years before, to study ancient magic. It seemed likely that Akkarin had discovered the forbidden arts during that time. The same sources of information might also reveal any weakness black magicians might have that could be exploited, so Rothen had asked Dannyl to do a little research on ancient magic for a "book" he was writing.

  Unfortunately, Dannyl had produced little that was useful. When he had returned to the Guild unannounced over a year before, to report to Akkarin, Rothen had been worried that he'd been found out. Dannyl had assurred Rothen afterward that he'd told Akkarin the research had been for his own interest—and to Rothen's surprise Akkarin had encouraged Dannyl to continue. Dannyl still sent research notes every few months, but each bundle was smaller. Dannyl had expressed frustration at having exhausted all sources of knowledge in Elyne, yet, remembering how distant and evasive Dannyl had been during his visit to the Guild, Rothen could

  not help wondering occasionally if his friend was holding something back. Furthermore, Dannyl had mentioned discussing something confidential with the High Lord.

  Rothen brought his empty cup back to the dining table. Dannyl was a Guild Ambassador and as such he would be trusted with all kinds of information he could not share with ordinary magicians. The confidential matter could have just been something political.

  But he couldn't help worrying that Dannyl was unknowingly helping Akkarin in some dreadful, sinister plot.

  He could do nothing about that, however. He could only trust in Dannyl's good sense. His friend would not follow orders blindly, especially not if he was asked to do something questionable or wrong.

  No matter how many times Dannyl visited the Great Library, the sight of it still filled him with wonder. Cut into a high cliff, the building's enormous door and windows were so large it was easy to imagine that a race of giant men had carved it out of the rock for their use. The corridors and rooms inside, however, were made to suit an ordinary man's proportions, so no race of giants had made them. As his carriage pulled up outside the massive door, a smaller door at the base of it opened and a striking young man stepped out.

  Dannyl smiled and felt a glow of affection as he climbed out to greet his friend and lover. Tayend's bow was respectful, but was followed by a familiar grin.

  "You took your time getting here, Ambassador," he said.

  "Don't blame me. You Elynes should have built your city closer to the library."

  "Now there's a good idea. I'll suggest it to the King next time I attend court."

  "You never attend court."

  "That's right." Tayend smiled. "Irand wants to speak to you."

  Dannyl paused. Did the librarian already kn
ow about the matters covered in the letter Dannyl had just received? Had he received a similar letter himself?

  "What about?"

  Tayend shrugged. "I think he just wants to chat."

  They entered a corridor, then climbed a flight of stairs to a long narrow room. Mullioned windows dominated one side of the room, and groups of chairs were arranged informally along the length of the hall.

  An elderly man sat in one of the closest chairs. As he began to push himself up out of it, Dannyl waved a hand.

  "Don't trouble yourself, Librarian." He dropped into a chair. "How are you?"

  Irand's shoulders lifted slightly. "Well enough for an old man. Well enough. How are you, Ambassador?"

  "Good. There isn't much work at the Guild House at the moment. A few testings, a few minor disputes, a few small parties. Nothing overly time-consuming."

  "And Errend?"

  Dannyl smiled. "The First Guild Ambassador is as cheerful as ever," he replied. "And most relieved to have me out of his way for the day."

  Irand chuckled. "Tayend tells me your research is going nowhere."

  Dannyl sighed and glanced at Tayend. "We could read every book in the library on the odd chance we might find something new, but we would need several lifetimes or a hundred assistants."

  While Dannyl had first started researching ancient magic at Lorlen's request, he had himself become intrigued by the subject. Akkarin had begun a similar search, long before he became High Lord, which had kept him roaming the lands for five years. He had returned empty-handed, however, and Dannyl had initially assumed Lorlen had asked him to retrace Akkarin's steps in order to gift his friend with some of the information he had lost.

  But six months later, after Dannyl had travelled to Lonmar and Vin, Lorlen had abruptly informed Dannyl that he no longer needed the information. At the same time, Rothen had suddenly gained an interest in the same subject. This strange coincidence, and Dannyl's own growing fascination with the mysteries of ancient magic, had encouraged Dannyl and Tayend to continue.

  Akkarin had eventually learned of Dannyl's project and

  ordered him home to report. To Dannyl's relief, the High Lord had been pleased with his work, though he had ordered Dannyl and Tayend to keep their strangest discovery, the Chamber of Ultimate Justice, a secret. The chamber, which they had found under the ruins of a city in the Elyne mountains, had contained a magically charged ceiling of stones that had attacked Dannyl, and nearly killed him.

  How it worked was a mystery. After Dannyl had returned to reseal the entrance, he had searched the Great Library in vain for a reference to it. Clearly it used a form of magic unknown to the Guild.

  "I suspect I'd find out more if I went to Sachaka," Dannyl added, "but the High Lord denied my request to journey there."

  Irand nodded. "A wise decision. You can't be sure how well you'd be received. There's sure to be magicians there. Though they would not be as skilled as you and your colleagues, they would pose a danger to a lone Guild magician. After all, the Guild left much of their land wasted. There's bound to be some lingering resentment for that. So what will you do now?"

  Dannyl drew a folded letter from his robes and gave it to Irand. "I have a new task to perform."

  The librarian hesitated as he saw the remains of the High Lord's seal, then opened the letter and began to read.

  "What is it?" Tayend asked.

  "An investigation," Dannyl replied. "It seems some nobles in this land are trying to start their own rogue Guild."

  The scholar's eyes widened, then his expression became thoughtful. Irand drew in a breath and looked at Dannyl over the page.

  "So he knows."

  Dannyl nodded. "It appears so."

  "Knows what?" Tayend asked.

  Irand handed the letter to Tayend. The scholar began to read aloud.

  " I have been watching for some years the efforts of a small group of Elyne courtiers to learn magic without the Guild's aid or knowledge. Only recently have they had some

  success. Now that at least one of them has managed to develop his powers, the Guild is entitled and obliged to deal with them. I have included information on this group with this letter. You will find your relationship with the scholar, Tayend of Tremmelin, helpful in persuading them that you can be trusted.' "

  Tayend paused and stared at Dannyl. "What does he mean by that?" he exclaimed.

  Dannyl nodded at the letter. "Read on."

  " 'It is possible the rebels will try to use this personal information against you once you have arrested them. I will ensure that it is understood that I asked you to give them this information in order to achieve your goal' "

  Tayend stared at Dannyl. "You said he didn't know about us. How can he know? Or has he just listened to the rumors and taken a chance that they might be true?"

  "I doubt it," Irand replied. "A man like the High Lord does not take chances. Who else have you allowed to know of your relationship?"

  Tayend shook his head. "There is no one else. Unless we have been overheard . . ." He glanced around.

  "Before we start hunting for spies, there is one possibility we should consider," Dannyl said. He grimaced and rubbed his temples. "Akkarin has some unusual abilities. For the rest of us, there are limits to mind reading. We can't read an unwilling mind, and we must touch another person to be able to read them at all. Akkarin once searched the mind of a criminal to confirm his guilt. The man should have been able to block him, yet somehow Akkarin got past his mental barriers. Some magicians believe Akkarin can even read minds at a distance."

  "So you suspect he read your mind when you were in Kyralia?"

  "Maybe. Or maybe he did when he ordered me to return to the Guild."

  Irand's eyebrows rose. "While you were in the mountains? That he can read minds at such a distance is extraordinary."

  "I doubt he could have if I had not answered his call.

  Once contact is established, however, he might have been able to see more than I intended." Dannyl nodded at the letter. "Read on, Tayend. There is one more paragraph."

  Tayend looked down at the letter. " 'Your assistant has encountered these rebels before. He ought to be able to arrange an introduction.' How could he possibly know that?"

  "I hoped you could tell me."

  The scholar frowned down at the letter. "Everyone in Elyne has a secret or two. Some you talk about, some are best kept to oneself." He glanced at Dannyl and Irand. "A few years ago I was invited to a secret party by a man named Royend of Marane. When I declined, he assured me it wasn't what I thought, that there'd be no, ah, indulgences of the flesh or the mind. He said it would be a scholarly gathering. But his manner was furtive, and I took that as a warning and didn't attend."

  "Did he give any hints that he was offering magical knowledge?" Irand asked.

  "No, but what other scholarly pursuits would ever need to be kept hidden? It is no secret that I was once offered a place in the Guild, but declined. And my inclinations are well known." He glanced at Dannyl. "So he knows I had magical ability, and could guess at my reasons for not accepting the robes."

  Irand nodded. "The High Lord probably knows this, too. It makes sense that these rebels approach all who decline or are refused entry into the Guild." He paused and looked at Dannyl. "And while Akkarin clearly knows the truth about you, he has not recalled or denounced you. Perhaps he is more tolerant than the average Kyralian."

  A chill ran down Dannyl's spine. "Only because I am useful to him. He would have me risk much for the sake of finding these rebels."

  "A man in his position must be willing to use those that serve him," Irand said sternly. "You chose to be a Guild Ambassador, Dannyl. Your role is to act on behalf of the High Lord in matters that are the domain and responsibility of the Guild. Sometimes carrying out that role means taking risks.

  Let's hope this task risks only your reputation, and not your life."

  Dannyl sighed and bowed his head. "You're right, of course."

  Taye
nd chuckled. "Irand's always right, except when it comes to cataloguing meth—" He grinned as the librarian turned to glare at him. "So I guess if the rebels thought Dannyl had reason to resent the Guild, they might consider him as a potential recruit, too."

  "And teacher," Irand added.

  Dannyl nodded. "And they would believe that if I proved uncooperative, they could blackmail me into silence by threatening to reveal my relationship with Tayend."

  "Yes. You must plan this carefully, however," Irand cautioned.

  They began to discuss ways to approach the rebels. Not for the first time, Dannyl was glad to have the librarian's confidence. Tayend had insisted several months ago that they tell his mentor about their relationship, assuring Dannyl that he would trust Irand with his life. To Dannyl's consternation, the old man hadn't been at all surprised.

  As far as Dannyl and Tayend could tell, the rest of the Elyne court still believed Dannyl was oblivious to, and certainly didn't share, Tayend's attraction to men. Rothen had told Dannyl that similar rumors had circulated in the Guild, but had been quickly forgotten. Despite this, Dannyl still feared that the truth about him would reach the Guild, and he would be stripped of his position and ordered home.

  Which was why he had been shocked and angered by Akkarin's request that he allow the rebels to find out the truth. It was difficult enough keeping his relationship with Tayend a secret. Allowing the rebels to know was a risk he did not want to take.

  It was late when the knock came. Looking up from her desk, Sonea regarded the door of her room. Was it her servant bringing a late cup of hot raka? She lifted a hand, then stopped. Lord Yikmo, the Warrior who had trained her in preparation for the Challenge, always said a magician

  should avoid the habit of gesturing when using magic—it gave away a magician's intent. Hands still, she now willed the door to open. Takan stood in the corridor beyond.

  "My Lady," he said. "The High Lord requests your presence in the library."