Then, when all the adults had left and the other boys had hurried off to find their mothers, Ceera left the shadows and held out her hand. Sometimes, Mrillis would take her hand and start walking--fighting a grin as he teased her. Ceera simply stood still, holding tightly to his hand so he either had to stop or drag her down the passageway. With a snort on his part or a giggle on hers, they would stop. He would reach into his belt pouch and bring out whatever treat he had brought her.
Every time he came home, he brought something. A nearly perfect shell found on the beach of Wynystrys. A whistle one of the teachers had carved for him--or, as time went on, a whistle he had carved himself. A packet of sweets. The first apple of the summer. Ribbons for her hair. Drawings of people Mrillis had seen come to the island to consult with High Scholar Breylon or places on the island that he wanted her to see.
The first year passed quickly. Full of wonders and lessons that occupied the boy's mind. He listened intently when it was his turn to serve at the High Scholar's table, and heard tales of historic and recent battles. He learned battle strategy and the bitter exigencies of war without realizing he learned at all. He became a favorite of the High Scholar's personal guards, the Deadly Twins, as Kathal and Tathal were called. The two brothers let him ride along when they took the ferry to the mainland to hunt. They gave him his first personal bow and helped him devise his own mark to identify his arrows, so they could be retrieved when he accompanied hunting parties.
He made friends, and had his feelings hurt when one of the boys he trusted used that trust to make him the butt of jokes, or to take advantage of his favored position with their teachers and guardians. Mrillis learned early that it was not always a good thing to be smart and to know all the answers and to figure out puzzles faster than everyone else. He learned which boys he could offer to team with, without insulting them. He learned which boys pretended friendship until the lesson or task was finished, and tried to take all the credit for success.
An older boy, Nixtan, who lived near the coastal town of Quenlaque, was a friend only while both boys could contribute something to the friendship. Whenever he fell behind Mrillis, or other boys taunted him for spending too much time with someone younger, he scowled and walked away. But Nixtan always came back, gruff and silently apologetic, and Mrillis liked him enough to forgive his inconsistent friendship.
Nixtan taught Mrillis about ships and the vagaries of wind and water and currents and how to navigate by the stars. Sometimes, when the nights were too hot and their guardians not quite as watchful, the boys slipped out to the shore to sleep on the cool sand. On those nights, Mrillis and Nixtan talked quietly for hours of sailing around the world when they were grown up. They would visit Moerta and perhaps find another continent that the Estall had not given to anyone.
The spring after Mrillis turned eight, Encindi attacked a traveling party only a few hours after they left Wynystrys.
He learned about it by accident. He had carved decorations into a wooden tray for Le'esha as an equinox gift, to hold her ink and quills, parchment sheets and sealing wax. He didn't give it to her when he first arrived because it had been packed among his clothes. Ceera helped him unpack and the two children hurried down the passageways and stairs to reach Le'esha's office to give her the present. They arrived in time to see High Scholar Breylon walk through the door into her office and close it with a loud, decisive thud.
"Come on." Ceera grabbed Mrillis' hand. He didn't resist, stunned to see Breylon at the Stronghold without warning.
Ceera led him down another passage and up a small ladder hidden in a crevice in the rock. She went onto her hands and knees and crawled down a sloping, curving tunnel into the rock. Mrillis left the gift tray safely wedged between the ladder and the wall, and followed her.
They came out into a spherical chamber hollowed out of the stone. Soft light penetrated the wall, enough to let him see Ceera's impish, smiling face. She held her finger to her lips and pressed her ear to the translucent stone.
Mrillis did likewise--and heard Le'esha and High Scholar Breylon talking. Their voices were muted. He was stunned to realize that only a thin layer of mineral separated him from the Queen of Snows' office.
"All four boys were slaughtered," Breylon said. He sounded ragged with fury or grief or perhaps both. "The youngest was hacked to pieces. It can only be as we've feared."
"How much did he look like Mrillis?" Le'esha whispered, but her voice reached the children clearly, as if she sat with them in the bubble in the rock, instead of in the other room.
"Enough to be a target of someone who has never seen our boy." Something thudded.
Mrillis imagined Breylon had slammed his fist down on the table.
"Why now? After all these years, all our vigilance. Why attack now? Why not attack the Stronghold during a starshower? Why not during that epidemic four years ago, when people were dying faster than we could bring the sick into the healing rooms? It would have been impossible to tell friend from foe, barbarian from Noveni from Rey'kil. He could have kidnapped our boy and been halfway to Flintan before we realized it. Why now?"
"Perhaps... perhaps he has been unsure Mrillis even lived," Le'esha said.
The familiar sound of Le'esha's chair scraping on the stone floor sounded close to Mrillis' ear, and he guessed the bubble sat low in the wall, behind her worktable.
"It's elegantly simple," she continued. "Talented Rey'kil boys begin their studies on Wynystrys by age eight or nine. Simply wait along the most traveled trails, attack any party with a young, dark boy--because M'reena and Illis were both dark--and kill everyone."
"And ensure that no matter how close a healer is to hand, no one could revive the boy who was their target." Breylon sighed loudly. "As always, my dear, you see the most bitter facts quite clearly. In the spring, with the rain and the trails deep in mud, it would be easy to stage an ambush and cruelly difficult to run for help. How many boys must die before he realizes he can't reach our boy?"
"None." Her voice snapped, hard and sharp, echoing through the bubble where the children crouched. "We must do something to protect all the children."
A sob escaped her, making both children flinch and look at each other in shock. Le'esha rarely ever cried.
"Then it will be war. We can no longer be satisfied with defending our people and pushing back the Encindi to their own territory. If we cannot destroy the Nameless One, then we must destroy his tools and tear away the seat of his power."
"But how?" Le'esha whispered, and her shadow appeared in the middle of the translucent patch.
Mrillis reached up a hand and nearly touched the shadow of her face. He didn't, though. He had too much respect for her powers. She might sense him through that fragile contact.
Instead, he turned around in the confined space and crawled back the way he had come. Ceera followed without hesitating. Neither one said a word until they had retrieved the gift tray, climbed down the ladder, and retreated to Ceera's cubbyhole room. They huddled on the thick rug of sheepskins and simply looked at each other.
"How did you find that place?" he asked, needing to speak but not quite ready to approach what they had heard.
He felt as if someone had slammed a fist into his belly, just high enough to keep him from breathing. He could hardly make his mind grasp the enormity of what he had heard: Boys had died, murdered by the Nameless One. And the Nameless One had been looking for him, specifically.
Why? What had he ever done?
"Shielding spells failed during the thaw," Ceera said with a shrug. "There was water everywhere. Kayla saw the crack in the rock. The big girls got a ladder and we found the tunnel."
"Do the ladies know?"
"No." She made a face and hunched her shoulders. "If they knew, they'd fill it in. And our Lady would make it disappear." She sighed. "Maybe she should. Anyicka says people who listen where they shouldn't always hear bad things about themselves."
Mrillis snorted. That had certainly proved true today.<
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"Why does he want to kill you?" she whispered.
"I don't know." Mrillis settled back, pushing his spine hard against the chilly stone wall. "I haven't done anything to make big enemies. My father was a great warrior. He died trying to sneak into the Nameless One's fortress."
"Maybe he did get in. Maybe he took something, and now the Encindi are trying to get it back, and they think you have it?"
"Maybe." He nodded. It made sense, once he thought of his father. The Nameless One was cruel enough to punish the children of his enemies. What had the mighty warrior Illis done to the Nameless One, just before he died, that would have the rebel Rey'kil enchanter seeking revenge eight years later?
* * * *
A net woven of darkness chased Mrillis through his dreams. Through it, he saw the spider's web of light that had appeared when he saved Ceera from the fire. He stumbled, twisting and turning, trying to outrun the dark net. If he could touch one strand of the web of light, he would be safe.
Twice, the net wrapped around his legs, tangled his steps, threw him to the ground. The strands of the net burned. They were sticky, icy and he could hear his flesh sizzle as if touched by flames. Each time he fell, Mrillis heaved and kicked and lunged to his feet, escaping the net.
He fell out of bed and woke. Mrillis huddled on the sheepskins spread on the floor, clutched the side of his cot and tried not to be ill. His dreams, as violent as they had become, hadn't disturbed the other boys in the dormitory.
He didn't go back to sleep for the rest of the night. He didn't try.
The next night, he dreamed a dark, faceless man tried to bring the sea up over Wynystrys, to drown him and sweep him into the depths. Mrillis ran across the island, unable to find Breylon, Kathal or Tathal to protect him. Dark clouds gathered around him, choking mist that clung to his limbs like mud. The faceless man laughed and the dark clouds grew thin and long and turned into cords that chased him like black snakes. No matter where he ran on the island, he couldn't escape them.
Far off in the distance, Mrillis saw a glimmer of light. He leaped high to escape a cord that hissed across the ground under his feet. Mrillis reached for the light and stayed aloft. The harder he reached for the light, the higher he flew, and faster, until he streaked through the air like an eagle.
He reached the source of the light, and it was the spider's web. Mrillis reached for it.
Incredible pain wrapped around his foot, sinking burning teeth into his flesh. He halted in mid-air and looked back. A dark cord wrapped around his ankle. Snarling, he stretched both arms out, reaching for the web.
He touched one thin, pale golden strand. Light exploded in his eyes. Mrillis let out a shout and flung up his arms to protect his face.
In the split second before he closed his eyes, he saw two faces. One was a red-haired, blue-eyed boy who stared at him in wide-eyed horror. The other was Le'esha.
Chapter Six
The dream shattered and Mrillis opened his eyes to find himself curled up on the floor on his side, drenched in sweat. The shout still rang in his throat. Several boys sat up, outlined in the soft, shielded light that sat by the door of the dormitory. Two sighed and curled up and went back to sleep. The third snarled a complaint and heaved a pillow at Mrillis. He barely felt the soft thump against his back.
The door banged open and Le'esha raced into the room, followed by Theana and Healer Aelix. The husky healer vaulted the cot and went to her knees next to Mrillis. She cupped his head in her large, gentle hands, and a moment later sighed.
"Not even scorched, Lady." She helped Mrillis sit up, and winked at him in the light from the lamp Theana held over them.
"What did I do?" Mrillis asked. He tried to ignore the staring, muttering boys.
"Well..." Le'esha sat on the edge of his empty cot. "You answered the question of whether you burned out your imbrose."
For a few seconds, Mrillis could only blink and try to clear his thoughts and stare. Then he sucked in a loud breath when he realized what she meant.
"I did something. I brought you?"
"You contacted me unknowing." Le'esha shared a crooked little smile with Theana. "You were loud enough to interrupt a boring discussion of household matters." That earned a snort of laughter from Theana. "What were you doing?"
"I had a...." Mrillis sighed and looked around the dormitory. A few more boys had awakened. It took all his courage to tell the truth. "I had a bad dream."
"A good dream, if you think about the results," Aelix said. She got to her feet and gestured for Mrillis to stand.
Le'esha held out her hand, and Mrillis put his hand into her grip. She half-closed her eyes and cupped his chin with her free hand. He shivered, feeling warmth, delicate as gossamer, brush up against something deep inside his head. This totally new sensation made him feel dizzy, nauseous, then exhilarated, so he thought he could leap straight through the ceiling, all the layers of the Stronghold, out into the night sky.
"Yes," the Queen of Snows said. She nodded and slowly opened her eyes. "Yes, something momentous has happened." Her crooked smile widened. "However, discussing what has happened can wait until morning. To bed. All of you," she added as she got to her feet. Her stern glance around the room hushed the mutters and groans. Blankets rustled and cot frames creaked and boys burrowed under their covers again.
"Did I have a Seeing?" Mrillis whispered, and let Le'esha guide him back into his cot. He lay down and she pulled the blanket up to his chin.
"We will decide that tomorrow," she said, just as quietly, and brushed a kiss across his forehead.
Darkness crept over him, heavy and sweet and warm, and he knew she had used magic to make him sleep. Mrillis closed his eyes and surrendered, grateful. He didn't want to hear the other boys grumble or tease, and he didn't want to answer questions. He just hoped he wouldn't dream again before morning.
* * * *
To Mrillis' surprise and disappointment, Le'esha didn't question him about his dream when she called him into her office the next day. Instead, she gave him warmed wine and honey, gritty with powdered herbs. When he drank it, she told him to remember, but not think about the dream. He frowned, struggling to understand for so long, she laughed.
"Trying to understand your dream could well change it in your memory," she explained. She touched his chin with her index finger and tipped his head back. "Do you feel sleepy yet?"
"A little. Will you look at my dreams while I'm asleep?"
"You won't sleep, my lad." She smiled and brushed his hair off his forehead. "Close your eyes and think about your dream...and think about me being there, watching over your shoulder."
That was easier than he anticipated. Whether that came from the potion, which made him feel as if he floated a handspan above the chair, or through Le'esha's power, Mrillis didn't know. Until the potion wore off, he didn't care, either. The sensation of Le'esha being there at his side helped hold back the sharper, colder edge of his terror. Yet he still cried out in shock again when he saw her face and the red-haired boy. It was a relief to open his eyes and see her standing in front of him and feel her warm hands cupping his head.
Le'esha's eyes were white with a Seeing. Long after Mrillis opened his eyes, she stood as still as stone. Then she blinked, lowered her hands, and stepped back. She sighed, and the white mist of the Seeing left her eyes with her exhaled breath.
"What, Lady?" he asked, his voice hushed.
"Why do you dream of someone trying to capture you?"
Mrillis sat back and stared into her pale green eyes. How could he know the reasons for his dreams?
Le'esha stepped back and perched on the edge of her worktable. "I will phrase it another way, my inquisitive, deep-thinking lad." She paused and waited until she had his unblinking attention. "Who put the idea in your head that someone searched for you to harm you?"
Mrillis bowed his head, suddenly afraid that she would see the answer in his eyes. It was more important not to betray the existence of the bubble in the
rock than to answer without lying, even as he hid the truth.
"I heard. When Master Breylon came. About the boys. Killed by Encindi," he blurted, studying the toes of his boots pressed hard against the smoothed stone floor of her office.
"Ah. That explains some of it."
Mrillis raised his head and dared look at her again. He couldn't quite believe the hint of laughter in her voice. Le'esha certainly looked serious. No, he realized a moment later. She looked tired. And worried.
His fault, no doubt.
"Haven't you been listening to your teachers? That which fills your mind has power over you. Thinking about the Nameless One, wondering what he will do to find you, opened a doorway between you. He is indeed looking for you, and even if he has not yet found you in your dreams, you sensed his presence."
"What about the boy?"
"The boy." She shook her head. "Someone else whose mind you touched when you touched mine last night."
"He was afraid."
"Yes. I gathered that."
"I wish I could help him."
"That is a good and honorable wish." She held out her hands. Mrillis stood and stepped toward her and put his hands into her grasp. "However, it is dangerous. Reaching untrained for another mind and soul could open you to danger in the realm of spirit and mind. Promise me, my lad, you will fill your mind with your lessons and leave off worrying about the Nameless One and his useless threats against you."
Mrillis wanted to ask her why she was so worried, if the rebel enchanter wasn't a danger. He looked into her weary eyes and knew better than to ask.
"We will protect you. All the Rey'kil children. The Nameless One is a threat to all Rey'kil, not just you." She released his hands, and enfolded him in her arms. "I promise you, my dear one, we will gather all our strength and fight this danger. You will not grow up in fear or tainted by danger."
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