by P. A. Wilson
The apprentice oath was strong and Lionel would lose substantial power if he violated it. Still, he looked young enough to regain any power loss if he misspoke. Unfortunately, that was also young enough to open his mouth at the wrong time. I figured if Cate was vouching for him, I should accept it. And I wanted to just take her word, but this was more than life or death. “Lionel, this is important. Do you recognize that the oath you took as apprentice covers any information you learn while in the presence of Cate?”
I saw his Adam’s apple bounce then he nodded and said in a voice that was still breaking. “Yeah, I do. I’ll take another oath if you want.”
“No need. I wanted to make sure you understood the importance.” I looked at Cate and Beacon. “I need you to agree that you won’t speak of this after.”
“You are very serious tonight, Quinn,” Beacon said. “I trust that your words will merit this weight you bring to them.”
“Okay, Quinn, just get on with it. As long as you aren’t planning to kill someone I’ll keep quiet. If you plan to kill someone, I’ll report you to the council.”
I settled back in the chair and took a long gulp of the beer. “Have you noticed anything odd about the fairies lately?”
Cate shook her head. “The fairies are odd all the time. I haven’t noticed anything different.”
“They are tense,” Beacon said. “They are keeping to their own patches of garden. When they come out into the world, they are furtive and nervous.”
“I’ve noticed they have been hanging around the Sidhe,” Lionel blurted. “They don’t usually do that. Even if they are kind of related, the Sidhe treat them so poorly that the fairies just avoid them.”
Cate glared at him and his face flushed a bright red. I guess being her apprentice must be difficult. To be fair, being anyone’s apprentice is difficult. He looked at me from under downcast eyes. “Sorry. I should not have spoken.”
“That’s okay, Lionel.” I don’t quite know why I felt it was important to undermine Cate, but he was closer to the truth than she was, so he should get to speak. “You’re right. The Sidhe are up to something.”
I told them what I knew and Olan added his voice to answer their objections. After they were convinced I was right, we sat in silence. I got up and refreshed their drinks and noticed that the amber had done its job when I was able to see clearly from the table to the bar.
We got halfway through that round before anyone spoke. I had promised myself I wouldn’t be the one to speak first. I was surprised when Lionel was the one to break the silence.
“What is it you want us to do?” He asked after looking at Cate for permission to speak.
“We need to stop them.” I waited for them to agree. Lionel was the first to nod, he looked at Cate and she smiled at him before saying, “He’s right we can’t let the Sidhe destroy our world over a political dispute.”
I looked to Beacon. My plan only needed one other person to help, but if he was willing to join, we would be stronger.
Beacon sighed and then swallowed his cider. Wiping his lips with the back of this hand he stood. “I do not wish to die in a fight with Fionuir. I carry an obligation to her. If I actively oppose her, I will wither and die within two days. Thus far I am safe, if I go further with your plan, I will not be.”
He threw some coins on the table. “I thank you for your hospitality wizard, but I will pay for my own drink just to be safe. Do not worry. I think keeping the secret so far will not imperil my health. If I could I would wish you luck but that might be going too far.” He winked at me before walking away to join a table of Kobolds.
Olan hopped on the back of Beacon’s vacated chair. He didn’t waver at all, that bird sure could hold his liquor. “Are you in, Witch?” He asked.
Cate frowned, I knew that look. She was weighing the alternatives. For her there were always more than two choices. Within a few moments, she nodded. “I am in, but Lionel is not.”
Lionel sputtered his objection and she waved her hand in a silencing spell. “It is too dangerous to you and us to have an untrained wizard at war with the Sidhe. You will go now and wait for me at home.”
I could see the fight in the boy’s eyes as he slowly unfolded himself from the chair. He stood at least six foot three but the oath he took to become an apprentice forced him to obey. Cate took some mercy on the boy. “I will let you become involved if I feel you have the skills. While I am here with Quinn, you can study the second level spells you have been eying.”
Lionel’s eyes shone and he opened his mouth but no sound came out when he tried to speak.
Cate laughed. “Try not to blow up the house in your studies.”
We waited for Lionel to leave the pub before speaking. When the door shut behind him, Cate leaned forward. “Do you have a plan, or do you need someone to take this to the next level as usual?”
Olan cawed his laughter. “She’s feisty, Quinn. I like her.”
I rolled my eyes and pretended to ignore him. “I have an idea. But, the details are still fuzzy.”
“As usual. I remember when we both had to learn and perform the hunting spell. You had a general idea how to go about it but couldn’t be bothered with the details. As I recall you ended up successfully hunting a rock.”
“I’ve learned since then.” I guess there was no way we were going to be more than rivals. I tried to make my peace with that. “I don’t know enough to create a detailed plan. That’s where working together will be better.”
“So, what’s the idea? I know you aren’t going to kill her. Even you know that will be a violation of your oath as a spirit wizard. And you can’t order me to do it either. Just because I’m an earth witch doesn’t mean your oath is bypassed.”
“I don’t want anyone to die. There have been enough killings already. We need to stop this, not participate in more deaths.”
“Just tell her your plan,” Olan said. “Stop the mating fight and get on with business.”
Cate blushed at that and I pretended I didn’t hear him. “Fionuir has somehow cast a layer of spells on the Gur amulet. If we can find the amulet, maybe we can remove that layer.”
“Makes sense.” Cate looked at the bottom of her wine glass. “How about another round?”
I signaled to Mark who called over the sprite waitress. Olan winged his way to the front door which opened as he approached. When the drinks were deposited and the empties removed I leaned closer to Cate; she smelled of flowers and citrus. I said, “We need to know two things to accomplish the plan. What she did to the amulet because that is important to reversing it, and where the amulet is.”
“If you can do that, what guarantee do you have that Fionuir won’t start again?”
“The Sidhe only change queens every fifty years. If she remains queen through this cycle, she won’t need to give extra power to her followers. If she loses, she won’t have to campaign for queen for another thirty or so years.”
“So, it’s just buying time.”
“A lot of time. And hopefully enough to find a way to discourage this kind of thing in the future.”
“Okay how do you think we can get either piece of information?”
That was the detail I hadn’t gotten to. Cate was right; I wasn’t good with the details. “That’s your area of expertise. Where do you think we should start?”
She chuckled and I felt the vibration in some very private places.
“See, I knew you would get stuck on the important stuff. Talk this through with me. There are only three places we can touch this. The fairies, the other Sidhe and Fionuir.”
“Fionuir won’t give us anything. I tried.”
“So the fairies and the other Sidhe. Oh, and I guess the rival for queen. Someone knows something.”
I told her what Princess had said.
“It’s unlikely we’ll find the mate of a shunned fairy, unless you’ve gotten much better with the hunting spell.” She raised her eyebrow.
“We probably want to lea
ve that to the last resort.”
“Okay. So the fairies know how to contact Iain. It must be something fairly straightforward otherwise they wouldn’t be able to do it.”
“Do you think catching a fairy will be the best way to get the information we need?”
“No, I think the best way to get that is to find Fionuir’s rival. She’ll know something, or know someone who knows something.”
Maybe this would get easy once we got the information we needed, but getting the first piece of information was going to be a killer. “I think I can craft a spell that will track Iain without him knowing.” I said.
“Okay. I can add something that will make a fairy talk.” She pulled a notebook out of her pocket. “When we get the fairy, we find the information that gets us to other Sidhe. They will probably be on Fionuir’s side. But we can try to get information out of them about the rival.”
I saw where this was leading, we made a good team. “Shall we go to your place or mine?”
“Quinn, I didn’t know you cared.”
I blushed. “I mean to put the spells together.”
“Yeah, I know.” I thought I heard a twinge of regret in her voice. “Your place will be better. It wouldn’t be fair to Lionel to kick him out just as he was getting into the second level spells.”
“Yeah, about him.” I couldn’t contain my curiosity. “Why did you take on an apprentice? I thought you said you would never burden yourself that way.”
“It’s not as bad as I thought it would be, you should try it. I find myself stretching to keep ahead of his appetite for learning. I remember the feeling that Master Vollont was holding me back. It’s about keeping pace not keeping secrets.”
“Okay, but why did you take one on?”
“Master Vollont said I should. He brought Lionel to my door a month ago. He said it was the next step in my development.”
“That answers my next question, why him. Why have you been hiding him? How good is he?”
“Well, I haven’t actually been hiding him; he just likes to study a lot. And yet, sometimes I despair of teaching him anything he seems so dense. Then he’ll find a whole new insight into a spell and I’m in awe.”
I noticed the shine in her eyes as she talked about teaching. Perhaps Master Vollont was right, it was her next step. I dreaded the thought that he would show up on my doorstep with an apprentice I didn’t have time to teach.
Chapter Thirteen
I opened the door to my workroom and ushered Cate through. She came to a complete stop in the middle of the stairs and I almost knocked her over before I noticed.
“What in hell’s name is that?” She pointed to my couch.
“Ah, I forgot to mention that.”
She turned to me fury blazing in her eyes. “I hope you haven’t taken up necromancy. I will report you to every authority I can find, and the Sidhe can do as they please.”
I explained why Princess was immobile on my sofa. Cate hurried to her and ran her hands over the length of Princess’s body. I saw her shoulders relax as she finished her investigation. “She’s barely holding on. I think she can hear what we say and it’s sapping her energy. Do you want me to reinforce your spell?”
“If it will keep her alive longer, go ahead. I want her to survive so her clan to forgive her. If we can stop this madness, I will gladly give her enough credit so she can get more than forgiveness.”
Cate smiled at me and laid her hand on Princess’s forehead. “In comfort I send you deeper in sleep. You will not hear; you will not feel until awakened by my call or Quinn’s.” Golden light seeped from Cate’s hands into the fine skin under her fingers. The fairy seemed to respond to Cate’s power by settling deeper into the cushions of the sofa.
Cate stood and joined me at the bench. “You did a good job on that spell, Quinn. I only had to deepen it a touch to distance her enough for full stasis. Now she will be fine for a few months.”
“Thanks that should be more than enough. If we are still trying to solve this problem in a week, we won’t win.”
“Okay, what have you got here?” She touched the three books I’d laid out on the bench. “Hmm, fifth level spells. Anything that you can cast?”
“Funny, witch. I’m casting higher level spells than this.” Okay, in reality I had cast two sixth level spells and no fifth level ones. “I thought we could start with a seeker spell, and tailor it to just notify us when and where an event happened rather than pull a subject to us.”
“Okay, do you have enough power to cast the spell over the whole city?”
“I have some power sinks we can use.” It occurred to me that The Morrigan might notice that we used one of her feathers to power a spell but there was no other way. “Can you tailor the spell?”
“I won’t know until I see it. If it’s a spirit spell no, but I can tell you how to change it.”
I was afraid of that. My finesse was still crude and I only had spirit spells. “My seeker spell will activate when something comes within a hundred yards of either my location or something I’ve focused the spell on.”
“We need time to get to the scene, so if you set the spell to notify us when a fairy comes into contact with Iain, we could be too far away to act.”
“If we have it coded to a fairy saying his name?”
“What if they don’t say his name?”
This was getting crazy. I hated the details even though I knew they were important.
Cate sat on the edge of the bench and flipped through my spell book. “Let me think for a while. Do you have any coffee?”
I went upstairs and started brewing my best Columbian. I searched the cupboards and found some gingersnaps behind the container of boiled acorns. I knew it would be better if I stayed out of her way while she thought but having a witch unattended in my work room was making my skin jump.
As soon as the pot finished brewing, I put everything on a tray and went back downstairs. I made sure to create enough noise so Cate would know I was coming. I really didn’t want to find her digging into something I wanted to keep secret.
“I have an idea,” she announced as I put the tray on the bench. “We don’t really care when a fairy talks to Iain, if we did, we’d just follow him around.”
“But that’s the first step for Fionuir’s plan. They go to Iain and he sets up the meeting with the Sidhe who takes the power. I mean…”
She stared at me until I stopped talking. “Quinn, I would have thought you had learned by now to wait until someone finished speaking.”
“Sorry, go on.” I knew better than to try to hurry her. She’d talk me through her reasoning so I wouldn’t have to interrogate her after the fact. I leaned against the bench and sipped coffee.
“You better not be just waiting for me to finish, Quinn Larson.”
I grinned. “No, I promise I’m listening. I will only interrupt to ask a question if I don’t understand what you mean. I will listen patiently while you explain everything to me as if I were somehow mentally compromised. Carry on.”
She laughed. “I’ll try not to ramble.” She poured cream into her coffee and looked at the ginger snaps before shaking her head. “Okay, what we need to do is catch a fairy before they poison a human. It doesn’t matter if we catch them when Iain talks to them or just before they slip the human a dose.”
She paused but I had no questions, I gestured for her to continue.
“We started by thinking we should track Iain and then catch a fairy who talks to him. That won’t work because we can’t set the spell clearly enough to give us time to get to them. And the fairy might be talking to Iain about anything. He’s a liaison so it’s not just this plan he is involved in.”
She paused and I took advantage of the opportunity. “Okay, but if we can catch a Sidhe it will be as good as a fairy, right?”
She cocked her head and frowned. After a minute she nodded. “The only thing is, a Sidhe who is on Fionuir’s side will be harder to get information from than a fairy. A
nd he or she might not know anything. Do you have enough energy to squander it on a Sidhe?”
She was going to be surprised because I had actually thought this through. “Yes, but what if we asked the Sidhe who Fionuir’s rival was?”
“That seems like something everyone would know.”
“I can’t seem to get the information.” I hadn’t actually done a lot of asking.
Cate frowned. “Are people hiding the information, or is it secret? It could be that the rival hasn’t revealed herself. Interesting if true, Fionuir must be really frightened if she doesn’t know who she’s up against.”
“Go on with your plan.” I felt all warm from her approval. I really needed to forget this crush.
“What if we cast a spell out to alert us when a fairy who has met with Iain comes into contact with a human?”
“That could work. And if we had two ways to go from there we might get more than we expect. I see it this way. We get notified and I have a spell ready to get a fairy to talk and you have one to get a Sidhe to talk.”
She looked down at the table. “I will only be able to cast a spell to get one answer from a Sidhe.”
“It’s okay, we just ask who Fionuir’s rival is. If they don’t know they can’t answer. If they do, we have what we need.”
“Not bad, Quinn. We need a third spell, and I think we both need to hold it ready.”
“What spell?”
“Something to make the human forget what they saw and heard.”
Chapter Fourteen
We agreed to meet at Bank’s by one in the afternoon to wait for the call. If it didn’t come by morning we’d go back to my place to wait and hope we weren’t too far away. Fifteen minutes fast walk from my place downtown seemed too long to me, but Cate was confident we could do it.
I got to the bar first and ordered lunch, boar stew with fresh bread; better than anything I could whip up myself. Olan hadn’t shown his beak since he left last night. I hoped he wasn’t in trouble with The Morrigan again. I guess it’s not really my problem. He was much older than me and had been handling his troubles long before we met.
