The Traitor Queen (27 page)

“This wasn’t … I didn’t …”

Kallen leaned forward and fixed Bokkin with a challenging stare. “Changed your mind, have you? I guess we can always put the
word out that we need someone else.”

Bokkin stilled. Lilia could imagine him weighing up the options. Be labelled a coward or have his mind read by one of the
feared Black Magicians and Lilia. To her amusement, Bokkin stayed put.

“You won’t go looking through my memories?” he asked.

Kallen shook his head. “Of course not.”

Bokkin nodded. “All right then.”

Standing up, Kallen nodded to Lilia. “I will connect with your mind; you connect with his.”

Taking a deep breath, Lilia placed her hands on either side of Bokkin’s head and, as she felt Kallen’s hands press against
her temples, started a simple exercise to clear and focus her mind.

—
Lilia
, Kallen spoke.

—
Kallen
.

All she sensed was his presence and mind-voice. In other lessons involving mind-to-mind instruction, he had discouraged her
from imagining her mind as a room. Sometimes it made the lessons harder, but it meant her grasp of concepts was less conscious
and more instinctive. It made using magic feel like moving a limb – as much reflex as deliberate.

—
Bokkin will report us if you search through his memories, but I doubt he has much control of his mind. He’ll probably show
us what he doesn’t want us to see anyway. If you remain alert, you may see something you can use to stop him harassing you
.

Lilia could not hide her shock from him.

—
But … we ought to ignore those memories!

—
Yes. However, the Guild does allow some bending of the rules, in exceptional cases. We have learned that it is better to do
so and stop the harassment of novices, than ignore it and risk those novices breaking rules and laws later
.

—
Because of Sonea?

—
And conflicts brought about by opening the Guild to lower-class entrants
.

—
I’m not sure I could bring myself to use anything very private
…

—
You may not need to. The threat of it may be enough to deter him
.

—
I hope so
.

—
Now, focus on Bokkin’s mind. Sense his instinctive resistance to a mind-read
.

She did as he instructed and sensed a surge of triumph from Bokkin as she failed.

—
Now watch
…

Kallen’s presence expanded and weakened, like a beam of light softened by passing through a window screen. Bokkin’s mind did
not sense a focused effort at intrusion, and did not fight it. A moment later Kallen’s presence sharpened again.

—
Now you. Clear your mind of everything but the one intention: to drift into his mind like smoke
.

Smoke or light, it seemed easy enough, but it took Lilia a few attempts before she was no longer detectable by Bokkin’s mind.
He must have sensed something in her approach changing, because by the time she did manage to enter his mind he was worried
about her succeeding.

It’s not right
, he thought.
She broke a law. She shouldn’t be allowed to learn these things
.

A memory rose. A face. Lilia instantly knew it was Bokkin’s father. “
Someone will always grow stronger than you – if you let them. You have to sort them out while they’re weak. Stop them getting
strong
.” Bokkin caught himself, forcing himself to stop remembering, but not before Lilia caught three quick flashes of emotion-laden
images. Love and hurt. Beatings. Anger. Grief.

She understood, then, that Bokkin believed this fiercely and completely, and thought it the best piece of wisdom his father
had taught him. After all, his father had proven it by beating
his own son into obeying and fearing him. Then his father had been killed by a man he had admitted he should have been harder
on.

That’s what he’s trying to do to me
, she realised.
He
is
thinking about the future. I’m going to be stronger than him, so he’s trying to weaken me now
. She shuddered at the thought of the kind of magician he would become.
By then he’ll be stronger than most people. It’s only other magicians he’ll be threatened by. Like me
.

—
Lilia?
Kallen spoke.

She moved out of Bokkin’s mind.

—
Yes?

—
You have done well. That is enough for now
.

She felt his hands leave her head, so she opened her eyes and released Bokkin. Kallen moved around to the chair and sat down.
The door behind him opened.

“You can go now, Lord Bokkin. Thank you for your assistance. Tell one of the others to be here tomorrow morning, at the same
time.”

“Yes, Black Magician Kallen.” Bokkin bowed and hurried out of the room.

The door closed behind him. Lilia leaned against the back of the chair, delaying sitting down. She didn’t even want to feel
the residual warmth of Bokkin from it.

“What did you learn?” Kallen asked.

Lilia grimaced. “That he believes anyone who might grow stronger than him is a threat, so he has to find a way to dominate
them before they dominate him.” Then it occurred to her he was probably asking about mind-reading. “Which is the opposite
to how mind-reading works. You don’t succeed by trying to dominate.”

Kallen nodded. “Yes.” He shook his head. “Magicians like
Bokkin are the reason we do not teach this level of mind-reading to all magicians.”

“Wait … you mean
anyone
can learn to do this?”

“Unfortunately, yes. High Lord Akkarin was the first Guild magician to learn how to read the mind of an uncooperative person,
so it has always been assumed that it was a skill that required black magic. He revealed to Black Magician Sonea that this
was not true by teaching her how to read minds before he taught her how to take and store magic. Sonea agreed to keep that
fact to herself. You must do so as well.”

“Oh. Definitely.” The thought of what Bokkin might do with such knowledge sent a shiver down Lilia’s spine.

“You have a fresh and interesting way of approaching things, Lilia,” Kallen said. “Like this idea of using a quick, strong
stab of forcestrike as a substitute for a knife when performing black magic. It is ingenious. I have described it to Lady
Vinara, and we have discussed ways we could experiment safely.”

She felt her face warm at the praise and looked down. “Well … I hope it works.”

“Even if it doesn’t, it’s worth trying. Well, that’s all for today. You had best get to your first class.”

As the door opened again, Lilia bowed and murmured his name. She made her way to her first class of the day feeling alternately
cheered and worried.
I’m learning so much from Kallen, and he seems to approve of me more now that our lessons aren’t all about Warrior practice
.

Yet while she now knew why Bokkin was harassing her, she had no idea how to stop him.
He’s always going to be working against me. I’m always going to be stronger than him, though, and he’s too stupid to ever
be a threat in other ways, so it could be worse, I suppose
.

But she was going to have to keep a constant eye on him, and that was going to get very, very annoying.

Once Anyi’s footsteps had faded from hearing, Gol stood up and retrieved his tools from under his mattress. As he got back
to work, Cery inspected the holes his friend had drilled into a section of wall earlier, each one piercing mortar and the
earth beyond. Anyi hadn’t noticed them. The bricks were rough and cracked in places, and Gol had chosen positions where the
lamplight cast heavy shadows.

He had to bend close to see the end of the tubes Gol had inserted in each hole, each with a little tongue of oily paper protruding.

“How many more do you want to do?” Cery asked.

Gol had moved to the opposite wall. “Depends how quick you think we can light them. You don’t want the first lot to go off
while we’re lighting the rest. If I do five in each wall and we do a wall’s worth each, we might get them all lit. Bring me
a tube, will you?”

Moving to the box of fruit Lilia had brought them the night before, Cery emptied it and lifted the sacking at the bottom.
He’d stored the minefire underneath, relying on Anyi’s dislike of fruit to keep her from discovering it.

As he carried the first tube to Gol, he noticed a fine stream of dust leaking from a fold in the paper at one end.

“It’s broken. Is that bad?”

Gol turned and his eyes widened. “Hold it so the hole’s at the top,” he said urgently.

Cery did so and the leak stopped. “Is it that dangerous?”

“Yes.” Gol’s expression was serious. “Get too much of this floating in the air, a candle or lamp could set it off.” He looked
down at the tube, then tipped a little powder into his palm before stuffing it into the wall. “I’ll show you. Take a candle
out into the passage and put it down about twenty paces away.”

No more than a pinch of the dust lay in Gol’s hand. Cery picked up a burning candle and took it out of the room, setting it
down in the passage. Gol beckoned, then shooed Cery behind him. “You’d better cover your ears.”

Cery did as Gol advised.

“Watch this.”

He gathered the powder between two fingers, dashed forward and threw it at the candle. A flash of light dazzled Cery’s eyes,
and at the same time a sound like a very large hand slapping a table echoed in the passage. Dust and dirt trickled and puffed
out of the walls near the candle, which was suddenly much shorter and surrounded by a molten pool of wax.

Cery removed his hands.
That, from just a pinch. And we have a
lot
more of it in those tubes
.

“Are you sure you want to put that many tubes in the wall?”

Gol shrugged. “Gotta put it somewhere. Safer if it’s in the wall, than in the room with us.”

Of course. Even if we leave it in the fruit bowl, it could still go off when the rest does. Better it fries the inside of
a wall than us
. “How long do the delay strips take to burn?”

“A count to twenty.” Gol retrieved the candle, gave it to Cery and moved back into the room. “If we don’t have enough time,
we might get away with only lighting one on each side. When it goes it should set the others off.”

“So we each light one, then run.”

Gol frowned. “Is that Anyi coming back already?”

Cery listened. As he heard the faint sound of footsteps he hurried over to the fruit box and placed the sacking and fruit
over the tubes again, while Gol hid his drilling tools. Just in case it wasn’t Anyi, they kept hold of their candles. A moment
later a low whistle echoed quietly in the passage and they relaxed.

Cery whistled back and a moment later Anyi hurried inside clutching her lamp. He realised that he’d assumed she was further
away because her steps had been so faint. As she saw them, she let out a quick breath.

“One of the walls has collapsed near Lilia’s barrier. Or it was broken. Whatever the reason, there’s now another way to get
through to here without breaking her barrier.”

Cery’s heart skipped a beat. “Any tracks?”

Her shoulders lifted. “I couldn’t see. I shuttered the lamp so they wouldn’t notice the light and came straight here. I didn’t
hear anything, though.”

Cery looked at Gol. His bodyguard stared back, his face full of concern.

“I think you should get Lilia,” Gol said.

“She’ll be in class. I can’t just—”

“Go to Sonea’s room,” Cery said firmly. “Tell Jonna to fetch Lilia.”

“You should come with me. Hide in Sonea’s room.”

“If we hear anything, we’ll follow you,” Cery told her. “Now
go
.”

She paused, biting her lip, then hurried away. Gol didn’t even wait until her footsteps had faded. He dove for the drill and
all but attacked the wall with it. Cery tipped the fruit out of the box and carried it over to his friend. Four more tubes
of minefire lay in the base. Gol’s words repeated in his mind even as he listened, straining his ears, for any sound in the
passages.

“
Safer if it’s in the wall, than in the room with us
.”

He wasn’t sure if his heart was racing more from anticipation or fear. Was Skellin approaching? Would they get to spring their
trap at last? Would it create a big hole in the Gardens and expose the Rogue to the Guild, as they’d planned? Or would Skellin,
not expecting the blast, die?

Whatever happens, at least Anyi is out of the way. I have no intention of dying along with Skellin, but the fewer of us around
the less chance that one of us will be hurt
.

S
quinting at the dark smudge on the road ahead, Lorkin wasn’t able to make out much more than the impression of movement.
Looks like a group of people on horseback
. He glanced at Savara. The queen’s attention was on the road so she could not have missed them, yet she did not look concerned.

He turned to Tyvara, riding beside him, catching her shifting her weight in the saddle and grimacing. Seeing him notice, she
smiled. “Only been a few hours and I’m chafing already.”

Ex-slaves had given them horses at one of the estates they’d freed that morning. “Freed” simply meant walking in and executing
the Ashaki owners and his magician brethren. Often the men had no more warning of an imminent attack than their slaves suddenly
disappearing. Though they all put up a fight, most of them obviously weren’t in the habit of keeping their store of magic
well boosted.
Why would they? They’re not Ichani, constantly under threat from other black magicians. They probably only stock up on power
when they need it for a particular task
. It made their death seem less like casualties of war. More like murders.

It feels like we’re breaking into these people’s homes and killing husbands, sons and fathers, not waging a war. If we faced
them in
a unified front we’d still be killing husbands, sons and fathers, but it would seem justified
. Yet the Traitors weren’t triumphant victors, casually or vengefully killing off the families, looting and torturing. If
they had been, Lorkin might have regretted his decision to join them. Instead they were merciful and efficient.

But ruthless
.

He thought of the gemstone his mother had given him.

He reminded himself that his father had extracted a promise from Zarala that the Traitors would end slavery. His father had
wanted this to happen. Every time Lorkin doubted, or lost courage, he looked to the newly freed slaves, and told himself this
was all for a good cause.

He had expected the Traitors would encounter better-prepared Ashaki once the invasion began, but it was clear each was surprised
by the attack. Perhaps those killed earlier were too occupied in their own defence to send a warning to others. Perhaps they
relied on slaves to send messages, but the slaves who supported the Traitors ensured that those loyal to their masters did
not leave to warn others.

Eventually a warning would get through, Lorkin knew. Maybe an Ashaki would mentally send a warning, either broadcasting it
or communicating through a blood ring. Even if Savara’s team managed to kill them before they got the chance, other teams
might not. Once the news got ahead of the advancing Traitors, nothing would stop it spreading to the city. When it did, the
Traitors would not be attacking one or two magicians at each estate, but an army of them. Which was why the shadow on the
road ahead had set his heart racing.

He focused on Tyvara’s mind and sensed eager expectation, with only a small pang of worry.
No more Traitors have died
, he
caught.
But it won’t be long
… She noticed him frowning at her, and smiled.

“Don’t worry. It’s just another team. As we all get closer to the city, teams will meet and join up.”

Relieved, he turned to watch as the other Traitors approached. Shadows resolved into figures on horseback. Riders became women
and men. Faces became recognisable. He heard Tyvara curse at the same time as he realised one face was familiar.

“What is
she
doing here?” he muttered.

Tyvara sighed. “Kalia’s punishment was suspended for the duration of the invasion,” she told him. “As was mine. It would be
unfortunate if we lost, but for the power of two magicians.”

He watched as Kalia’s eyes moved over Savara’s group, then her expression turned sour as she saw him and Tyvara.

“We are all on the same side,” Tyvara said. “But I do wish Kalia had been put in a team attacking the opposite side of the
city,” she added in a lower tone.

Savara turned to look at them both. “I will be keeping an eye on her. And an ear.” She looked back at the approaching team
and urged her horse forward to meet them. To Lorkin’s relief, the woman who came to meet her was not Kalia. It was Speaker
Halana, leader of the stone-makers.

“At least she’s not leading the team,” he said.

Tyvara chuckled. “We aren’t
that
stupid.”

Halana placed a hand over her heart briefly, then took hold of the reins again to guide her horse to a stop next to Savara’s
mount.

“Any news?” Savara asked.

“We’ve lost Vilanya and Sarva,” Halana replied. “They were ambushed.”

“So the Ashaki are warned.”

“Most likely. Any trouble?”

“A few slaves getting a little too eager,” Savara replied. She sighed. “Those in one estate killed an entire family and the
head slave, who was one of our allies. I told them this isn’t our intention, but I don’t think they were listening.”

Halana nodded. “There will be more trouble of that kind. I have been hinting that we want to deal with the families ourselves,
later.”

“That might work, so long as they don’t take on the role of jailor too enthusiastically.” Savara looked around. “Let’s continue.”

The two groups mingled to become one. Lorkin noted that Kalia positioned herself so that Savara and Halana were between her
and Tyvara. The two leaders discussed what they would do if freed slaves were unable to provide the Traitors with food. Not
long had passed when Savara suddenly spoke loud enough for all to hear.

“What is this problem you are discussing, Kalia?”

Lorkin looked over to see the woman glance at him, then back at the queen. Her back straightened.

“We have a non-Traitor among us. I was merely advising Cyria that she be careful.”

“Cyria need not be wary of anybody here. We are all Traitors.”

“Lorkin is Kyralian.”

“Kyralian born. Now a Traitor. There are ex-slaves and women who were formerly wives and sisters of the Ashaki among us. All
chose to join us. All are needed.”

“But he is a Guild magician, and a
man
.”

Savara smiled. “If my meeting with his mother had achieved its purpose, we would be marching toward Arvice along with many
hundred Guild magicians, among them
quite a few men. Would so much masculine company alarm you, Kalia?”

“Of course not! Though I would not so easily trust them, as you might.” Kalia gave Savara a sidelong look. “So … the Guild
won’t go to war with the Ashaki. And he is still here? Are you
sure
he isn’t a spy?”

“I am sure.”

“Do you really expect …?” Kalia fell silent as one of the Traitors at the rear called Savara’s name. All turned to see the
man pointing back along the road. Several hundred strides back, a cloud of dust billowed up behind a rider galloping toward
them.

“Stop,” Savara ordered. “And shield.”

It was not long before the rider reached them, the horse slowing to a walk, sides heaving and dark with sweat. The rider was
a young man wearing fine clothing, but his build and colouring suggested he was an ex-slave.

“Queen Savara,” he said, placing a hand over his heart briefly. “I have been sent to warn you that two Kyralians are following
you.” He paused to think. “Black Magician Sonea and Asha – Lord Regin. We tried to keep them at the estate, but they disobeyed
our order to stay and forced their way out with magic.”

Lorkin suppressed a sigh. He should have expected it.
But if I couldn’t let Tyvara go to war without me, why would I expect my mother to do the same?

“Was anyone hurt?”

The man shook his head.

Kalia muttered something. Savara stared at the woman through narrowed eyes. Then she turned to Lorkin, her eyebrows rising
in question.

He shrugged. “I don’t know. She didn’t say she was planning to follow me – us.”

“Spy,” Kalia said.

The queen scowled. “Enough, Kalia.” She looked around the group, her gaze settling on two of the Traitors, one male and one
female. “Saral, Temi. Go meet Black Magician Sonea and ask her to explain herself.” She reached into a pouch at her waist
and drew out a ring. As she tossed it to the woman, a glint of yellow reflected the sunlight. “Use this to tell me what they
say.”

The pair nodded and, frowing with obvious annoyance at the task, rode away with the messenger. Savara nudged her horse into
a walk and set her gaze on the road ahead. In grim silence, the two teams continued, heading for the next estate, and the
next battle.

Lilia drew in a deep breath and sighed it out again as she set pen to paper and tried to make sense of her notes from the
morning’s Healing demonstration. Though the number of subjects she was studying had been reduced and her graduation delayed,
she still found it hard to concentrate at times like these.

It was easier to be motivated when I thought I might choose the Healing discipline. Now that I won’t get to choose a discipline
at all, what’s the point?
She’d be a black magician, and it was more important that she was ready to fight than Heal.
Not that I’ve suddenly become enthusiastic about Warrior lessons. But these new lessons with Kallen
have
been interesting. Perhaps because there is a lot we can discover about black magic. It’s not as though the Guild has been
studying it for centuries and knows everything about it
.

This morning’s Healing demonstration had been on a man
who had been stabbed accidentally during a sword-fighting lesson. The wooden practice sword had pierced the toughened leather
armour, but hadn’t penetrated deeply. It was a rare occurrence. A slash with a sword usually slid across the armour, and stabs
weren’t supposed to be made with full force. But he’d been leaping toward his fighting partner, who had been angry and used
more force than he’d realised.

A quick, forceful stab
, she thought.
Which is what I want to do with magic, instead of using a knife, to break the skin’s natural barrier before using black magic
to take power
. Something caught her attention, and she looked up to find the teacher watching her. She realised she had been staring at
nothing, her notes forgotten.
And thinking about how to kill someone with black magic
.

Other faces turned toward her, but she ignored them. When she’d entered the University that morning, and then the Foodhall
later, the stares and whispering of other novices had been almost as bad as when she’d first returned to the University. Most
likely Bokkin had said something about her lesson with Kallen. Not the truth, of course. Bokkin wouldn’t want to admit he’d
got himself into a situation where his mind had been read, so he had probably made something up. She wished Kallen had said
what he wanted from Bokkin in front of the other novices. Then they would know she’d read Bokkin’s mind, and if she revealed
anything about him he couldn’t deny it was true.

Not that I’m going to be telling people what I saw in his mind
, she thought.
It just seems wrong
. Though Bokkin hadn’t been tricked or coerced, and he could have left at any time.
He could claim otherwise. He can’t accuse Kallen or me of anything, because he’d have to let a magician read his mind to confirm
it. Still, he could insinuate that something else happened
.

She considered his plan – his need – to weaken others before they became stronger than him. If he didn’t like anyone being
stronger than him, then he was never going to be happy. He was surrounded by stronger magicians and, since his magical strength
was average, he always would be.

Maybe he’ll go somewhere else, once he graduates. Somewhere everyone else is weaker
. She shuddered. What would he do in order to assure himself that he was the strongest, and make sure others knew it, too?
Someone needs to keep an eye on him
. Perhaps Kallen would, or the other Higher Magicians. Or her. One day she would be a Higher Magician. She could end up being
the one who had to watch Bokkin.

“Lady Lilia.”

Her heart skipped as she realised she had been staring at nothing again. The teacher didn’t stare disapprovingly, however.
She pointed toward the door. Following the woman’s gaze, Lilia saw a familiar face and felt her heart jump again.

Jonna. The servant beckoned.

Rising from her seat, Lilia bowed to the teacher, then slipped between the desks and out of the room.

“What is it?” she asked as Jonna glanced up and down the corridor.

“Anyi was in Sonea’s rooms,” she said. “She said there might be an intruder down … you know where.”

Lilia caught her breath. “How long ago?”

“She’d been waiting for a time, but I’m not sure how long. Took me a while to find which classroom you were in.”

“I should hurry …” Lilia took a step down the corridor, then stopped. “I should go the other way. It’ll be faster. Could you
go back and tell her?”

Jonna shook her head. “She went straight back.” The servant
frowned. “If you mean the way I think you mean … I’ll come and make sure nobody sees you using it.”

“Thanks, Jonna.” Lilia headed toward a side passage and led Jonna deeper into the University. When they reached the hidden
door Anyi had unblocked, Jonna moved to the next side corridor and peered down it.

She nodded. “All clear. Be careful,” she whispered.

“I will,” Lilia told her. Then she pulled the lever that opened the door, and stepped into the darkness beyond.

“It’s incredible to think that all these people were slaves,” Regin said.

“Yes,” Sonea agreed.

They had just crested a long, low hill. Before them, the road stretched in a nearly straight line and was busy with people
and carts – even the occasional fancy carriage. At first she had wondered what reason the former slaves had for roaming about,
other than to exercise their newfound freedom to go where they wanted. Surely it made sense to take over the estates they
had worked on, so that they would have food and shelter.