The Firemage's Vengeance (30 page)

Ebon met Kalem’s eyes. “It must be what she has been waiting for,” he said. “She wanted to strike them down in one fell swoop. We stopped her when she tried to do it using Jia. But that only gave her more time to ensure that all the goldbags will be together.”

“And we are going to stop her,” said Lilith. “All our efforts to find her thus far have failed, but we know she will be there—and we know when.”

“But we cannot re-enter the Academy,” said Kalem. “We will be caught and killed.”

“I know you have a secret way in,” said Lilith. “Or at least, your bodyguard does. Find it, and come. Three days hence.”

Ebon met her gaze. “Very well,” he said. “We will. Though Isra has magestones, and perhaps we will perish in the end. But it is the best chance we will ever have, and I will not let it go by.”

Her eyes softened, and she nodded slowly. “Thank you. I told Theren, too, when I saw her. I asked her—no, I commanded her, to hold on until then. Because after that … well, one way or another, Theren’s innocence will be proven.”

“The same way yours was,” said Ebon heavily. “Though I wish you need not have suffered as you did before then.”

“I survived it,” said Lilith, her voice toneless. “Theren will do the same, for she has always been stronger than I am.”

She turned and made for the stairs leading out. But she paused on the top step, her hand on the bannister. “I will expect you, Drayden. Let us right the many wrongs that have been done in recent weeks.”

“As you say, Yerrin,” said Ebon. “And if we fall in doing so, let that right the wrongs that we could not.”

Lilith gave him a final nod, and left.

thirty-six

MAKO [20]

Mako appeared at last that night.

They had gone to bed, Ebon and Adara together (but chaste) in the bed, and Kalem wrapped in blankets on the floor. Ebon thought his sleep had been deep—until he heard pounding at the door and shot awake at once. He went to rouse Kalem, but the boy was already up. His wide eyes showed their terror in the moonslight that came in through the slats over the windows.

“Into the floor, quickly,” said Adara. She lifted the panel for them, and they climbed in. The space was not large, and very nearly stifled them when she put the panel back down, but they managed to still the sound of their breath.

They heard footsteps as Adara went down the stairs, and then the sound of the door opening. Almost at once, heavy boots came tramping up—but only one set. That made Ebon frown. Then he heard a growling voice from the room just above them: “Come out from hiding, boys. I may be more dangerous than the Mystics, but I am not after your blood. Not yet, anyway.”

“Mako,” said Ebon in relief, pushing the panel up and emerging into the open. The bodyguard’s eyes flashed as he beheld Ebon, though he did not smile. Adara had closed the front door, and soon appeared atop the stairs again, pulling her robes a bit tighter around her and cinching the sash at her waist.

“Apologies, my lady, for the lateness of the hour,” Mako told her, turning and bowing low, the way he had when first they met. But then, as before, he turned to Ebon and scowled. “And what have you been doing the past few days? No doubt sitting around getting drunk, with no plan to save yourself.”

Ebon lifted his chin, though Mako’s words were not far from the truth. “I have had little to do, it seems to me. I was waiting for you to arrive.”

“If everyone waited to be saved, the nine kingdoms would be nothing but graveyards,” said Mako. “Yet here I am after all, and with a scheme. You must ready yourself, Ebon, for soon you will leave the Seat.”

That made Ebon balk. “What? You have secured passage?”

“Not just yet,” said Mako. “It is a tricky thing. We cannot send you in one of our own caravans, for those will be ruthlessly searched. It shall have to be with someone else. Fortunately, many of the lesser merchant families owe us favors, and I have called upon some of them to collect.”

“Thank you, Mako,” said Ebon. “But I cannot take that passage. Theren still rots in a Mystic prison, and, too, we finally have a plan to stop Isra.”

Mako’s brows drew together, but he did not snap back at once. Instead he folded his arms and said, “What plan?”

Ebon told him what Lilith had said, about the gathering in the Academy and the opportunity to stop Isra. Mako listened silently, and when Ebon had finished he shook his head.

“You mean to fight her on her own terms, when she is prepared for it,” he said. “The only safe course would be to find her before then, and attack when she does not expect it. Yet I cannot find her, despite my best efforts—and those efforts are very good indeed.” He paused and looked to Adara. “I imagine, my lady, that even your special friend has had no luck, or else I should have heard of it by now.”

Adara met his gaze, her eyes betraying nothing. “If he has had any more success than you, he has not told me of it.”

Mako waved a hand in her direction, as though he presented a platter of sweetmeats. “And there you have it.”

“We could still take her by surprise,” said Kalem, surprising Ebon with his vehemence. He stepped up beside Ebon and fixed Mako with a glare. “You could, if you meant to. But you do not even care if she kills students within the Academy. Nor do you care about Theren’s torture.”

To Ebon’s surprise, Mako’s scowl softened slightly. “I would not see your friend die under the knives of the Mystics,” he said. “She has proven herself most … resourceful. Useful, even. But you will leave the Seat, Ebon. I will force you if I must, for I have orders from Halab.”

That stopped Ebon cold. “Halab?” He had almost forgotten about her in his worries over Theren and the Academy.

“Yes,” said Mako. “She is worried sick about you—terrified, even. She has not sent word home to your parents, for she fears your mother may go mad with grief and fear. Normally I keep details from her, for her own safety, but she ordered me to tell her everything that has happened to you. I have never seen her this distraught. To ease her mind, there is nothing I would not do. Even kidnap you from here, if I must. But I would rather not. Ready yourself to go.”

For a moment Ebon hesitated. Always Halab had been strong before him: strong and benevolent, as when she arranged for him to attend the Academy; or strong and wrathful, as when she had struck Matami down for threatening him. The thought of that strength now reduced to weakness, the steel in her eyes reduced to terror and tears … it struck him to the heart, making him sick.

And Mako said he would take care of it. He would stop Isra, and if she was exposed, then Theren would be pardoned.

But he thought of Theren. And he thought of how Lilith had looked, when he had visited her. And he remembered Mako’s words to Gregor in the cove, when he had promised to let the man live—the same way he had promised Ebon that he would not kill Isra.

He squared his shoulders. “No.”

Mako’s eyes narrowed. “Say again, boy?”

“No. I will not go with you. I will save my friend. And I will stop Isra before she kills anyone else. The family may be more important to you than anything else, Mako—and for Halab’s sake, I am grateful for that. But I have spent too long worrying after my own safety, and disregarding the consequences to everyone else. Theren would not be in prison if it were not for me. And Isra … well, her deeds are not my fault, yet no one else will stop her now, if I do not.”

If Mako’s face had indeed softened for a moment, now it hardened again, and he grew angrier than before. When he spoke, it was through gritted teeth. “You are boastful, boy. I have told you I will take you from here if I must. That is no idle promise. Ready yourself or not, as you will—two days hence, you leave the Seat. And do not think to try and flee. I will know if you do, and I will track you down.”

He went to the top of the stairs, but then he paused. One last time he turned, and gave Adara the same deep bow as when he had arrived. “My lady.”

Then he was gone.

ADARA [21]

They spent a restless day with uneasy thoughts—and then the very next evening, another knock came at Adara’s door. Once again they looked at each other, and once again Ebon felt a ball of fear forming in the pit of his stomach. When she had stowed the boys under the panel in her floor, Adara answered it—but she returned almost immediately, and called them out of hiding.

“It was only a messenger,” she said. In her hand was a letter, the seal of which she had already broken—but Ebon saw the royal insignia upon it. “It is from the Lord Prince. He says he has exhausted all resources to hand, and has found no trace of Isra. If she appears, he will be notified, but for now he has done all that he can. She is not on the Seat.”

Ebon sat down heavily on the bed, putting his face in his hands. “She must be. She must be. Darkness take her,” he muttered. “How? How is it possible that she could be so invisible?”

“Still, we know where she will be,” said Kalem. “We can stop her.”

“Yes, but we cannot remain here in the meanwhile,” said Ebon. “Mako will return here tomorrow night, and he will try to take me before we have a chance at stopping Isra.”

“I can find us another place to hide,” said Adara. “But Mako said he would mark our passing.”

“Can you not command him to leave you alone, Ebon?” said Kalem. “No servant of my family would dare to disobey my order.”

“Your family is not the family Drayden,” said Ebon, shaking his head. “Halab could command him to leave me be, and he would obey her—but he will not heed my word over hers. And I have no way to send her a message and ask for her help.”

Ebon gave a frustrated growl and stood to pace. He ran his fingers through his hair, and then gripped it to tug at it. “None of this would have happened without me. Theren is in danger because of me. I am even the reason Isra is free, for Mako would have killed her if I had not prevented it. Mayhap that would be no happy ending, but at least the Academy would not still be in danger. And in all the time since, we have failed to find her. Where could she hide herself that no one, not even Mako—sky above, not even the Lord Prince!—can track her down?”

“It must be some magic,” muttered Kalem, shaking his head. “Some dark magic, a spell unknown to us. Mayhap it is some ability granted to her by one of the artifacts she stole. I should have thought of that. Mayhap we could have searched the vault logbooks for a clue, but that chance has passed us by.”

Ebon froze where he stood.

“Dark magic,” he whispered.

Kalem arched an eyebrow. “Ebon? What is it?”

“Darkness take me. Kalem, I have been an idiot. We all have. And we must go. Now.”

“Now?” said Kalem, incredulous. “Where?”

“To the Academy.” Ebon gripped his shoulders and gave him a little shake. “Kalem, she is in the vaults. Isra is in the vaults.”

Kalem’s eyes shot wide. “Sky above,” he whispered. Then he stammered, “We—we should summon Mako, or—or, I do not know, we should find help. Somewhere. We cannot go alone.”

“When next we see Mako, it will be tomorrow night, and he will try to take me from the Seat,” said Ebon. “Tomorrow during the day, we cannot sneak in and find her. We can only do it now, when most of the students and faculty will be abed.”

“I … er …” Ebon could see the fear in the boy’s eyes.

“Think of Theren, Kalem,” said Ebon quietly. “If we stop Isra—now—we can save Theren. Mayhap even tonight.”

Kalem’s eyes hardened, and he gulped. “Very well,” he said, quiet but firm. “Let us go.”

Ebon nodded, then went to Adara. He took her by the shoulders and kissed her. “I promise I will return,” he said.

Her jaw set in a firm line. “Do not make promises you cannot keep,” she said. “Promise me instead that you will be careful, for that I know you can do.”

“I promise it, then,” he said. “I love you.”

“And I you.”

He took Kalem’s arm, and fled out the door with him into the night.

thirty-seven

EBON WAS THANKFUL FOR THE lateness of the hour as they ran through the streets of the Academy. He and Kalem were in regular clothing, given to them by Adara, and not in their Academy robes. But he was still wary of being recognized, and had pulled his hood as low over his face as he could. That, combined with the shadows that filled the streets, would hopefully hide his face from any curious constables or Mystics.

The cold night had driven most people indoors, and so Ebon and Kalem found the streets almost clear as they went. Soon they had reached the Academy—but Ebon passed the front door by, and ran around to the side, where the scorched cleaning sheds sat against the wall. He entered the one where he knew Mako’s hidden entrance lay, and once Kalem had followed him inside, he closed the door behind them both.

“We must use Mako’s passageway,” he said. “Though I do not know how to open it, I know it is through this wall. Let us shift the stone and open the way.”

Together they put their hands against the wall, where Ebon knew the door would open up for them. Ebon reached for his power, and the shed brightened as a glow sprang into his eyes. He saw the glow in Kalem’s face as well, and together they pushed at the granite of the wall.