Ethshar - Night Of Madness Part 20

And then there was the fact that Lord Faran was using sorcery to speak to her. He knew perfectly well that the Guild wouldn't approve of a n.o.bleman in the overlord's government using magic like this; he was obviously doing it on purpose, to make a point.

Whatpoint, she didn't know. She had dealt with Lord Faran before; he had a twisty mind that she did not understand and didn't particularly want to. He seemed const.i.tutionally unable to accept a direct statement of the Guild's intent at face value, no matter what the circ.u.mstances, which annoyed her, since she always made an effort to deal openly with the government of the Hegemony. She would have preferred to never speak with him again.

But she was obviously going to have to deal with him. Even if he was no longer the overlord's right hand, he was still likely to remain a powerful man-and he clearly had sorcery at his disposal.

And he had decided to rub the Guild's nose in his sorcery. Ithinia would have considered that utter folly for most people, but for Lord Faran she couldn't be sure.

"Yes, my lord," she said, addressing the little black device in as even a voice as she could manage.

"What can I do for you?"

"I'm sure you're aware of last night's events, and the outbreak of what appears to be an entirely new form of magic."

"Yes." She bit off the "of course" that would naturally have followed.

"I believe that Lord Azrad has requested a consultation with representatives of the Wizards' Guild to consider what should be done about this development-in fact, I know he has, and that this consultation, if it has not already taken place, will be held within the next day or so."

"Most likely, yes. We have not agreed upon a time." "Of course," the talisman said. "Whenever it happens, though, I thought that you might be interested in knowing just what the overlord plans, in terms far blunter than he'll express it to you himself, in advance of the meeting. I would also like to confer with the Guild's representatives myself, as the spokesman for another group."

"And what group would that be?"

"The warlocks."

Ithinia stared at the talisman for a moment, then closed her eyes and put a hand to her forehead, where she ma.s.saged her temple with three fingers.

That was all she needed. Now the warlocks were getting organized and had found themselves a leader-perhaps the best, most experienced politician in the city.

"Guildmaster?" the voice from the talisman asked.

"I'm here," she said, opening her eyes but keeping her hand where it was. "I was just thinking." She sighed. "Very well, my lord-did you wish to meet with me or shall we simply converse as we are, over this forbidden apparatus you have intruded into my garden?"

"Guildmaster, I am no longer a part of Lord Azrad's government. I do not believe that sorcery is still forbidden to me."

"Fine," Ithinia said. "We can argue about it later, if necessary. Shall we meet?"

"It's not necessary, but whatever pleases you. It might be more convenient."

"It might. For now, though, let's just talk as we are."

"As you wish."

"So tell me what the overlord intends."

"He intends, Guildmaster, to outlaw warlockry and order the extermination of all warlocks within the walls, guilty or innocent, lest they disturb the city's peace. He further intends to place all responsibility for this decision and these actions on the Wizards' Guild, the self-appointed authority in all matters magical.

Need I say what this will do to the Guild's standing in the public's estimation when the initial panic has subsided, and the knowledge that hundreds of innocents have been slaughtered registers?"

Ithinia closed her eyes again.

"No," she said. "I can imagine."

"Last night, Guildmaster, as you may have heard, some of the new-made warlocks did not join in the night's madness, the looting and mayhem, but instead acted to limit the damage and tried to put themselves at the overlord's disposal. In his confusion, Lord Azrad forbade them entry to the Palace. I have now taken this group in hand, at a location known only to a few, and am speaking to you on their behalf. We see no reason we should be penalized for last night's misbehavior-we did not partic.i.p.ate in it and did what we could to restrain it, even turning four of our fellow warlocks over to the Lord Magistrateof the Old Merchants' Quarter. While we won't defend the lawlessness some warlocks displayed,we are innocent of any wrongdoing-yet Lord Azrad has made clear to me that he intends to seekour deaths, along with those of the criminals. I am speaking to you now, Guildmaster, to ask the Wizards' Guild to refuse any part in this appalling injustice. I am asking all of you to come to the aid of your fellow magicians ..."

"You aren't magicians," Ithinia interrupted angrily. "You aren't trained, you never apprenticed, you aren't any recognized school. You're people with some strange new spell on you; that doesn't make you magicians."

"Not magicians, then, but people involved with magic, through no fault of their own."

"Yes, quite," Ithinia said. "I see your point."

Unfortunately, she could also see the overlord's view, if Faran had presented it accurately. She had seen the corpses of a dozen people killed by rampaging warlocks. She had seen one poor boy who had had dozens of shards of gla.s.s embedded in his flesh by a warlock; a priestess had been trying to invoke Blukros to heal the child, and a witch had been suppressing the pain, but even if the G.o.d answered and restored the boy to perfect health nothing would ever make up for the terror and suffering he had been through.

She didn't want to talk to Faran anymore-his voice, as relayed by the talisman, was smooth and calm, but suddenly she found it intensely irritating.

"I will need to talk to others," she said. "If you're no longer at the Palace, how can we contact you? I a.s.sume you'd prefer something other than the Spell of Invaded Dreams, and would rather we did not track down your location known only to a few."

"I could hardly expect to keep my location secret from the Guild," Faran said, "but rather than put you to any trouble, let me suggest that you take this talisman and place it somewhere safe. When you wish to speak to me, pick it up, and the warmth of your hand will activate it and alert me."

"Clever," Ithinia said. Ordinarily she didn't think much of sorcery, which had a tendency to have peculiar limitations and to fail spectacularly at inopportune times, but this particular device-a.s.suming it worked as advertised-could be rather convenient.

"It may be a few moments before I can respond, of course," Faran said.

"Of course," Ithinia said. It occurred to her that she wouldn't reallywant a device that could demand her attention at any moment, and once again she was glad she had taken up wizardry, rather than one of the other magicks. "I'll speak to you later, then."

"Thank you," Faran's voice replied.

Ithinia picked up the talisman and tucked it into the purse on her belt, then turned and headed back toward her house.

Chapter Twenty-one.

On the morning of the sixth of Summerheat Mavi ambled out into the courtyard behind her family home, nominally to dump her chamber pot and the kitchen slop bucket in the public sewer but really to hear the morning gossip-and to tell the story of her own adventures the previous day.

She had hoped, when she went to bed on the fourth, that being walked home by Lord Manner and giving him a good-night kiss would be the juiciest item in the morning chatter on the fifth. Instead there had been so much excitement about the night's madness that she had never even gotten around to mentioning it.

Today, though, she had the tale of her adventures with Hanner and his collection of warlocks to tell, and that was certainly going to be worth mentioning no matterwhat Thetta and Aniara and Oria had to report. She hadflown through the air, and met all those warlocks, and spenthours with Lord Faran and Lord Hanner, and heard Lord Faran say all those terrible traitorous things about the overlord . . .

She grinned at the thought.

And Hanner had walked her home again, and this time they had kissedeach other good night, and not just a quick little peck, either.

Lord Hanner wasn't quite the impressive catch he had been before the Night of Madness, now that his uncle was an outcast warlock rather than the Lord Counselor, but Mavi didn't really care; he was still a sweet young man, always ready to help, so sincere and eager to please that she couldn't help but enjoy his company. He was a little soft and plump, a little unsure of himself, but in general she found him very satisfactory. He had lovely dark eyes and curly black hair and a funny smile.

If he had a good position, rather than just being his uncle's a.s.sistant, he would be a fine candidate for her husband.

She opened the sewer lid and dumped in the waste, then closed the lid again. When she straightened up and turned around she saw Oria approaching.

The two waved to each other, and after Oria had disposed of her own burden the two young women settled on the bench by old Skig's chicken coop, in the shade of an ancient gum tree, to talk.

The conversation stayed very light at first-the usual exchange of rumors about who might be pregnant, whose marriage might be in trouble, and the like. Anything more interesting would be saved until the others had arrived.

But then Thetta arrived-almost running. "What's wrong?" Oria asked her as Thetta hurried up to the bench.

"Did you hear about Pancha?" Thetta asked as she squeezed onto the end of the bench beside Oria.

"What about her?" Mavi asked. Pancha was Aniara's slightly older half sister.

"She's a warlock!"

"You're joking!" Oria said, shocked.

Mavi, who had spent the previous day practically surrounded by warlocks, was less surprised-especially since Aniara had mentioned the day before that Pancha had been one of the people who woke up screaming about a nightmare.

Pancha hadn't run out into the street smas.h.i.+ng windows, though.

"Is she all right?" Mavi asked.

"Aniara? Oh, she's upset, but. .."

"I meant Pancha."

"Oh." Thetta looked confused for a moment, then said, "I guess so. They've locked her in her room and sent for a priest."

"A priest? A theurgist? Why?"

"To try to cure her, of course!" Thetta said, leaning forward to look past Oria at Mavi.

"Is Aniara all right?" Oria asked."She isn't a warlock, is she?"

"She says she isn't," Thetta said, "and she seems to be holding up, but she's not leaving the house until the theurgist is done."

"She won't be here this morning, then?" Mavi asked.

"No," Thetta said. "I thought we might go by there later to comfort her, though."

"Oh, we should," Oria agreed. She shuddered. "Her own sister a warlock! How dreadful."

"Oh, warlocks aren't really so terrible," Mavi said.

"How would you know?" Thetta asked.

Mavi smiled and began explaining how she had spent the previous day. The others were suitably impressed.

"Maybe you should tell Pancha about that house full of warlocks," Oria said thoughtfully when Mavi had finished.

"They're going to cure her!" Thetta protested. "If they can," Mavi said. "I don't know whether youcan cure warlocks."

"Why don't we go see?" Oria asked, getting to her feet. "Just let me put a few things away..."

The others quickly agreed, and half an hour later the three of them were in Aniara's parlor, talking to Aniara and her mother, pretending not to listen to the chanting faintly audible from upstairs.

"I hope it works," Aniara said, looking up the stairs.

"It's not really so horrible, being a warlock," Mavi said. "Some of the people at Lord Faran's house seemed almost proud of it. And it must be handy sometimes, being able to do magic like that."

Aniara shuddered. "It'screepy" she said. "What if she goes mad, like those others, and starts breaking things? Or what if people start disappearing around her? What if ..."

Just then the daylight seemed almost to flicker, and Mavi and the others felt a sudden pressure.

Mavi swallowed. "I think the theurgist's invocation worked,"

she said. The notion that there was an actual G.o.d-or at least a partial manifestation of one-in Pancha's room upstairs made her at least as nervous as the houseful of warlocks had.

"I wonder which G.o.d he was summoning?" Oria asked, glancing at the stairs.

"I remember that when Diriel was sick, the priestess summoned Blukros," Thetta said. "She said Blukros was G.o.d of healing."

"I'm not sure warlockry is something that needs healing," Mavi said doubtfully. She glanced at Aniara's mother-Pancha's mother, as well-who was sitting in the rocking chair in the corner, rocking steadily in unhappy silence.

The five women did not speak for a moment after that; the knowledge of a G.o.d's presence was affecting them all, in various ways. At last Aniara said, "Mavi, tell me more about what Lord Faran said!"

Welcoming the distraction, Mavi began a detailed account of Lord Faran's actions the previous day. She had gotten to his sorcerous conversation with the wizard Ithinia when the air suddenly stirred, and an invisible pressure seemed to be lifted from the room.

All eyes turned to the stairs.

"It must be over," Oria said.

A moment later they all heard the sound of a door opening and of Pancha snuffling; then the theurgist came slowly down the stairs, straightening his white robe.

"What happened?" Aniara asked, leaping to her feet.

The theurgist took a deep breath, then said, "I consulted the G.o.ddess Unniel the Discerning, and I'm afraid the results are not what you hoped for." "What do you mean?"

The theurgist sighed. "I mean the G.o.ddess could not even recognize your sister as human." Before anyone could respond, he raised a hand and continued. "This isn't as significant as it sounds-the G.o.ds see things differently than we do, and often don't perceive magicians other than theurgists as human. There are some people they can't see at all; we don't know why, and they have never managed to explain it in ways we can understand. Unniel could see Pancha, but not as a human being; she said Pancha was a thing she had no Ethsharitic word for."

Aniara made a strangled noise.

"Unniel could not tell me anything useful about this magic," the theurgist said. "She could not remove it, and a.s.sured me no other G.o.d or demon could. She said it was unlikely that any other magic could reverse Pancha's transformation, due to something she called anursettor fwal in Pancha's brain, but reminded me that even the G.o.ds don't understand wizardry or know exactly what it can and cannot do."

"So she's still a warlock?" Aniara's mother demanded. Mavi turned, startled, to see that the older woman had stopped rocking and was staring intently at the priest.

"Yes, she's still a warlock," the theurgist replied. "There's nothing more I can do about it."

"I don't want a warlock in my house," the old woman said.