Lark settled herself in a chair in front of Duke Vedris’s desk. “You may as well get comfortable, dear,” she advised Sandry. “He’s going to be difficult.” Sandry obeyed, taking the seat beside hers. To the duke Lark said, “We will do all we canprepare the materials she needs, guard her and Pasco when the time comes, and dispose of what remains of the enemy’s work. We won’t send a fourteen-year-old girl and a twelve-year-old boy naked to do battle with a blighted mage.”
“Strange,” remarked Erdogun. He sat just behind the duke’s chair. “That’s what it sounds like to me.”
Lark folded her hands. “You know I am classed as a great mage.” The duke nodded.
“I work spells by passing them through my thread. I must bind my power to real thread and whatever I use to handle it, or none of my spells work. That’s true of every weaver-mage I knowexcept Sandry. She handles magic itself like I work thread. She can spin magic. She can weave it. She can embroider, or knot, or even tie a fringe with it, if she wants to,”
“Lark,” Sandry protested.
“No, my dear, it’s important that people know how unique your gift is. In this case it’s vitalI’d hate to have to fight the Dihanur mage and his grace.”
The duke smiled, but his eyes were grim. “I’m honored that you would think the task difficult.”
“But why?” Erdogun demanded. “You’re a great mageyour fellows on the council are great mages, legendary for power and craft. You have an arsenal of capture-magics and spells to drain the power of other mages. Do you really expect us to believe you people can’t take thisfellowand turn him into a tea cozy, if that’s your fancy? However powerful this madman may be, I do not believe that he can stand against all of you.”
“But he can,” Lark insisted. “The nature of his magic is the absence of ours, don’t you see? We could grip him with all we have, and he would not only walk away, but his magic would consume ours. Sandry got a taste of that when the Dihanurs escaped. His unmagic almost pulled her into the door he’d opened.”
“Then how will anything that my lady does trap him?” demanded Erdogun.
Sandry told the baron, “I’m going to spin his unmagic into a rope and knot it into a net. Then Pasco will dance the spell to bring the mage and the two killers to us. They won’t be able to fight it, any of them, because they’re all so tainted with the nothingness that it’s like their own lifeblood. The unmagic net will pull them in.”
“Once we have them, we can cleanse them,” said Lark. “You’ll have the killers for trial, and we’ll keep the mage in custody. And it must be soon, before they can work their way through the layers of spells on the inner keep.”
“What?” cried Erdogun, offended. “The inner keep is impregnable once the protective spells are activated!”
“It isn’t impregnable to this mage, haven’t you been listening?” Lark demanded.
“Thank your lucky stars that he doesn’t know the rooms where the families are kept, or he would simply walk through from where he’s hiding now into those rooms. Once he tires of trying that, he’ll just bring the Dihanurs here and send them through the spells. It may take them time to go through each and every layerthink of acid eating its way through a bolt of clothbut eventually they’ll get through.”
“Are there are no spells against nothingness in the layers?” asked the duke quietly.
Lark shook her head. “To spell against it, you would have to use itand then it would spread and eat all of the other spells.” To Erdogun she said, “Must they break into this castle before you re convinced?”
“They cant,” Erdogun said flatly. “You Winding Circle people are alarmists.”
Someone hammered on the study floor. “Your grace! Your grace, please open up!”
Alzena was getting very tired of Duke Vedris. Putting all of the Rokats in one place for safekeeping should have been perfect for her and Nurhar, but this duke was an old fox who knew the ways of hunters. He had brought them into his own residence. Now they hid in the castle’s very hearta stone tower hundreds of years old, with more layers of spells to ward it than there were stars.
Why do this? Alzena wondered as she slid by the guards at the last gate to the duke’s residence. Everyone knew Vedris only tolerated the Rokats for their myrrh. If he hated them, why bring them here?
She would kill him, when she was done with the Emelan Rokatsor she would if she wished. She cared about so little except that one goal, the end of these Rokats.
The family had invested so much to send them here, the expense greater than that spent on the teams in any of the other Pebbled Sea countries. Jamar and Qasam had been the brothers of the Rokat who had killed Palaq Dihanur and displayed his heacbin dishonor; many of those now in the inner keep were the grandchildren of Jamar and Qasam Rokat. Their deaths came first; they had to. Only when the last Ernelan Rokat was dead could Alzena tell this duke what she thought of his interference.
The numbers of people in this Citadel were a nuisance, but only that. She simply had to be careful that no one blundered, into her.
At first the palace spells were laughable, cobwebs against her face as she climbed the steps to the duke’s residence, The main doors were closed and guarded. .Alzena, waited,. Sooner or later they would openas they did now. A woman, in servant’s gray emerged, arguing with a pair of guards. Alzena slipped around them and, went inside.