Gunmetal Magic (62 page)

“Ten years is a long time,” I said.

“It’s enough to learn how not to do harm,” Doolittle said.

Ivar threw him a grateful look. “You understand. You can’t teach the craft in ten years. I’m past eighty and I still learn new things every day. But I thought a decade would be long enough to teach him what you should make and what you shouldn’t and when. Can’t just hand that kind of power to a man and let him loose in the world without guidance. So Colin and I made a bargain. He would wear the collar and stay here in the valley to learn all I could teach him. If he left the boundary of the valley before the time was up, the collar would kill him. He understood that there was no turning back. Once he put on the collar, he had to stay here for ten years.”

“Aurellia decided to leave?” Curran asked.

Ivar nodded. “She had no skills. There’s a school down in Cashiers, and I tried to take her there, but she quit. Didn’t care for it. Didn’t care for the metalwork either. Thought it coarse and common. It’s my own fault: I had explained money to her and that in the outside world you can’t just live off the land and barter the way we do here. So she decided Colin would take care of her. One day I went up in the mountains to the old Cooper mine, and when I came down, they were gone. I had warned Colin that even if he managed to take the collar off, it would try to find him again and he wouldn’t be able to resist. The way I figure, Aurellia got it off him somehow and they must’ve sold it. There was a lot of gold in that collar.”

Now things made sense. Colin made the money. She needed him alive to take care of her. Roderick was just incidental.

“Colin doesn’t do metal smithing anymore,” I told him. “He’s an accountant. I don’t think he even remembers his time here. They way he acted when he saw the collar, I don’t think he knew what it was. He and Aurellia had a daughter. The necklace killed her. That’s their son.” I pointed down toward the valley where the boy and dog played. “Aurellia put the necklace on him to keep it off Colin.”

Ivar’s face jerked. “The necklace was never meant to follow the blood. It was only meant to keep Colin here.”

Roderick came up the stairs. His face was flushed. “We don’t have to go yet, do we?”

I would not take him back to that bitch.

Ivar looked at his grandson. There was a sadness there and
regret. A lot of regret. I could see the resemblance between them now: same dark hair, same serious, somber look in the eyes.

“Do you like it here?” Doolittle asked.

Roderick nodded.

The medmage looked at the dwarf. “Second chances don’t come about often.”

Ivar’s face went slack.

“He’s right,” Curran said.

Ivar took a deep breath and smiled at Roderick. “Roderick, I’m your grandfather. Would you like to stay here for a while? With me?”

Roderick looked at Doolittle.

“It’s your choice,” the medmage said. “You can come back with me, if you would like.”

Roderick mulled it over.

“I never had a grandfather before,” the boy said.

“I never had a grandson before,” Ivar answered.

“Can I go swimming?”

“Yes,” Ivar said. “Your grandmother will be back from the market soon. We’ll have us some lunch and you can go swimming. The water’s cold but you might enjoy it. Our kind does.”

Roderick smiled. It was a tiny hesitant smile. “I would like that.”

Ivar got up and offered the boy his hand. “Would you like to see my smithy?”

Roderick nodded. The two of them walked off the porch together, hand in hand.

The three of us sat on the porch, watched the river, and drank the iced tea.

“What about Aurellia?” I asked.

“She’s still married to the DA’s brother-in-law,” Curran said. “A woman told me it would be a bad idea to do anything about that.”

“I wouldn’t worry about Aurellia,” Doolittle said, watching Ivar and Roderick by the smithy. “I have a feeling she’ll get what’s coming to her.”

Atlanta Avery hospital reported an extremely troubling case: a local woman, Aurellia Sunny, has aged forty years overnight. The medmage professionals theorize that accelerated aging occurred due to a gold ring that arrived in the mail and was left on Mrs. Sunny’s front porch. The ring has since dissolved into her skin and is impossible to remove. The aging process is continuing and the family has been advised to make the proper arrangements. PAD Detective Tsoi, the lead investigator on the case, had the following advice for residents: “Don’t accept gifts from anonymous parties. If you don’t know who the package is from, don’t open it.”

The Atlanta Journal-Constitution

ABOUT THE AUTHORS

Ilona Andrews
is the pseudonym for a husband-and-wife writing team. Ilona is a native-born Russian, and Andrew is a former communications sergeant in the U.S. Army. Contrary to popular belief, Andrew was never an intelligence officer with a license to kill, and Ilona was never the mysterious Russian spy who seduced him. They met in college, in English Composition 101, where Ilona got a better grade. (Andrew is still sore about that.) Together, Andrew and Ilona are the coauthors of the
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