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Samuel nodded. ‘I failed to kill Ash before, so I have followed him here. He brought with him an ancient relic, the Argum Stone. I dread it has some malevolent purpose to play in his plans.’

‘This is grave news, Samuel,’ Master Glim said, looking thoughtful, ‘but I do not doubt you. Ash has long been the pet of Lord Jarrod, carrying out all his underhanded instructions. I saw them bring a large relic to the palace, but no mention was made as to its name. It took several days to have it raised inside the High Tower using all manner of ropes and levers and causing quite a fuss. It was a source of some excitement at first, but there has been no further word since then.’

Samuel nodded. ‘It could be cause for great concern, especially if it proves to be an equal for the Staff of Elders,’ he explained, ‘but it needs further research. And there is something else. Ash has found some knowledge of the Ancient Lick. He employs a strange magic with it that I could not overcome. At one time, he also empowered a spell with another man’s blood and somehow has learned to store spells into bottles of fluid.’

‘Blood and fluids?’ Lomar questioned, looking over from where he stood by the curtained window. ‘That is the stuff of myth and hearsay. If such a foul art was ever known, it is lost.’

‘And found again,’ Samuel corrected.

‘Your news gets worse by the minute, Samuel,’ Master Glim stated, rubbing his chin. ‘We will need to look into all of this but, of course, you should keep hidden. If what you have said is true, just about everyone in the city probably wants you dead for one reason or another. Is there anything else you wish to burden us with while you are doing so well?’

‘There is, but first I need to ask you something.’

‘And what’s that?’ Master Glim asked in return.

‘Before I left Cintar, I learned that everyone had been searching for a magician who was destined to kill the Emperor. Everyone had assumed that Eric was the one, but with his apparent death it must have put an end to the idea.’

The brush-browed Master looked deep in thought before responding. ‘When the foretelling of the Emperor’s death became known, it set the Empire ablaze with activity. Everyone began searching for the one who would fit the description, all for their own reasons—some to save the Emperor, some to kill him, some just for fame or power. But, as you know, any translation from the Old Tongue can have many and varied meanings and no magician fitting the prophecy was ever found. When young Eric arrived, however, and he began to move objects with little effort, making them jump from place to place, we were astonished. Such spells should require great power and effort, but to Eric it almost seemed second nature. Somehow, Eric had instinctively found the massive leap of complexity required for such a spell, when no one else could even come close. If he could do that, we thought, who knew what he could accomplish in the future—and we tried to keep his talents hidden. Foolishly, we thought we had succeeded. We hoped that once he had grown and matured he would be a boon to the Order like no other.

‘Can you imagine what it would be like, Samuel, for us to have the ability to be anywhere we wished? Most of our problems could be solved overnight. But he was just a boy and our meddling almost got him killed. Lomar has graciously offered to keep an eye on him, but when Eric first returned, we were dreadfully worried he would not last long. I must admit, that for supposedly learned men, we can be incredibly foolish at times.’

‘I understand,’ Samuel returned. ‘I just wish you had told me something of this before.’

‘That was impossible, Samuel. For this power to fall into the wrong hands would have been disastrous. No one would be safe…anywhere. When you arrived, we were already busy minding Eric. You seemed something of a curiosity—no more—and a stubborn and sometimes arrogant one at that. We were fearful at every moment that the Circle of Eyes might discover Eric and in the end we failed to protect him from himself. Instead of hiding him and distracting him from his natural abilities, we should have focussed on that power and nurtured it. He almost killed himself experimenting with his innate skills and now it seems he has lost that ability forever. At least, I am glad to say, in losing that coveted power he is now safe from the Circle and the likes.’

‘It was someone from the Circle who warned me my life was in danger—a man named Soddan. That’s why I left the city in the first place.’

‘Soddan? I don’t know the name, but that means nothing. You see, Samuel? The Circle is ever-devious. While it may have been in your interest to leave the city then, no doubt it also served some purpose of theirs. They may even have engineered the events leading up to then—it’s not implausible. It does seem like quite a coincidence that you ended up in the same place as Master Ash at the time he was unearthing this relic. Yes…I think there is much more here than we can see on the surface.’

Samuel mulled over the thoughts for a few moments and finally conceded. ‘Very well. I am just so surprised to hear that Eric is alive. All this time I have been thinking he was dead. And what has been happening in the north? I would have thought the war would be well underway by now, but the city seems the same as ever.’

‘That’s not entirely correct. The Garten border has been littered with skirmishes almost every day. The Gartens are at high readiness but the Emperor has not yet committed his full armies. I believe he is not just intent on invading Garteny, but he wants to crush them—a devastating assault that will decimate their forces and be written up in history as one of the great battles of all time. Garteny has never before been defeated and the Emperor’s previous attempts cost him greatly. With all the young magicians Dividian has been readying, that time may nearly be here. Many regiments have already been dispatched with this new breed of battle-ready magician at their side and I feel the time has certainly almost arrived for the great invasion to begin.’

Samuel took a moment to digest everything before speaking up once more. ‘Master Glim, I have one final question. Have you noticed anything unusual about Master Ash?’ Samuel asked.

‘No, not at all,’ the old teacher replied plainly.

‘To me, his presence seems
entirely
strange,’ Samuel mused. ‘I cannot put my finger on it, but I’m sure there is some foul play at work. Every time I see him I get a distinct feeling that he appears to be something he is not.’

Lomar offered a suggestion. ‘If he is using the dark arts, then perhaps it is affecting his very life energy. I have heard some mention of this, but of course it was only conjecture.’

‘Perhaps,’ Samuel said.

‘So,’ Master Glim mused, ‘what do you plan from here?’

‘It’s very simple,’ Samuel stated. ‘I will find Ash and then I will kill him. As for the Emperor and the war and all the rest of it, I could not care less. Since I left Tindal, all I can think about is putting my hands around Ash’s neck and throttling the very life out of him.’

Master Glim shook his head. ‘No, Samuel. Such revenge is foolish. You will be tried for murder and hunted down by the entire Order. You must remember that you also bear the responsibility of the Order, even if you do not want it. You are a magician and nothing can change that. There is much more at stake here than just your personal tragedies, however terrible they may be. The world is speeding towards war. The Order is full of plots and I am growing old and tired of it all. We still must do everything we can to prevent this war. If we fail, then you can still go and throttle Ash as you wish, but if you kill him now it will only make matters more complicated for us. Countless lives are at stake here, Samuel, so please try to think beyond your own vendetta. You are a gifted magician and, with us, you can help us to set some of these wrongs right again.’

‘I must agree, Samuel,’ Lomar added. ‘I know you have your mind set on revenge, but such an act is petty in comparison to what we face. Can you not put aside your vengeance a while longer for the sake of what we stand to lose?’

Samuel was hesitant. ‘Ash killed my mother and father, my sister and all my brothers. Now, he has killed Leila and still, I cannot seem to have my revenge on him.’ He felt bitterness climbing in his throat, but he forced himself to swallow it down. ‘If anyone has a just cause for revenge, it is me. Can’t I put my family’s memory to rest?’

‘You can, Samuel, but not yet,’ Master Glim told him. ‘Trust me. At present, we three, along with the Erics, represent the only hope of averting the coming war. You can help us, Samuel. Remember that the soldiers from both sides are not playing games. In times of war, terrible things are done by all sides. Their armies will forge a path of destruction wherever they go. Women, children, the old and the invalid, will not be spared. Towns, villages and cities alike will be razed and burnt by the dozen.’

‘Very well,’ Samuel finally agreed. ‘I can see you are right. I will help you, but I promise you, I will kill Ash the moment I get the chance. If you don’t want that to happen, I suggest you keep us apart as best you can.’

‘Oh, don’t worry, Samuel,’ Lomar said. ‘I am sure there will be some opportunity for violence ahead. I have no love for Master Ash and if he ends up getting in the way, I will gladly hold him down while you get to work. How does that sound?’

At one time, Samuel would have laughed to see the lanky man making such threats, but recent events and the long sea voyage had drained Samuel’s capacity for mirth. Instead, he nodded glumly.

Master Glim then began to outline his plan. ‘We cannot act openly, but we must find a way to defy the Emperor’s call for the Order’s assistance in the war. For years, the Grand Master managed this by training the students in other areas, actively avoiding spells with such potential for warfare, but now Master Dividian has undone all that good work. There are hundreds more young magicians training even now in camps around the Empire, learning to coordinate with armed troops. The Emperor is only waiting for confirmation from the Council that all is ready. That is where we must strike—in the Magicians’ Council. We must convince those fools to reverse all the foolishness they have wrought—to vote “no confidence” in the Order’s ability to help in the war.’

‘But that has been tried time and time again,’ Lomar noted. ‘The Council, now more than ever, is aligned with the Emperor’s goals.’

‘And we shall follow their example,’ Master Glim explained. ‘We are backed into a corner, gentlemen. We need to get our own members on the Council, and those who don’t see our point of view will need to be removed by any means. Lord Jarrod manipulated the membership of the Council to suit him and we will do the same.’

‘We can’t just begin killing everyone,’ Lomar stated with some concern.

‘No, no—we won’t. The Archmage would simply step in and annul the whole Council altogether if it started getting too messy. We must keep our actions unseen. We must find out who on the Council is still sympathetic to our cause and find ways to convince the others, or, as I said, have them replaced. We don’t need everyone seeing eye-to-eye with us—just enough of them to throw some anarchy into their discussions.’

‘So who on the Council would help us?’ Samuel asked.

‘It’s difficult,’ Master Glim began. ‘Lord Goodwin is really the only one still arguing for reason, but he cannot do much on his own. I feel some of the other councillors would join him, if not for the fact that Jarrod is there. High Lord Rimus is obviously the most influential of them all but, while he is no friend of Lord Jarrod, he is a stout Imperial and would never dare oppose the Emperor’s view. While their causes are allied, like this, we have no chance of succeeding. We need to talk some sense into High Lord Rimus and break Lord Jarrod’s hold on the others.’

‘Rimus is an intelligent man,’ Lomar noted, ‘and he is not actively supportive of the war itself. He understands the effects of such things. We could conceivably bring him to our side if he can be seen to save face with the Emperor. It’s tricky...but possible. Lord Jarrod…I just don’t know.’

Master Glim nodded in understanding.

‘Did you say Lord Goodwin?’ Samuel asked, cutting in. ‘Tulan Goodwin?’

‘Yes,’ Master Glim answered. ‘Do you know him?’

‘Of course, although I would never have thought he would involve himself in such politics, let alone join the High Council. He always seemed uninterested in such things.’

‘I do not know him well,’ Master Glim said, ‘but he seems to have garnered many strong friends within the Order. That is how he gained his place on the Council and how it is that he still remains.’

‘I am sure that Tulan would help us,’ Samuel said. ‘And what of the Archmage? What has he been doing through all this?’

‘He says very little,’ Lomar said, scratching his long neck.

‘He meets with the Magicians’ Council rarely and even then only to settle minor disputes,’ Master Glim explained. ‘He seems to have no interest in the fate of the Order any more. It is said that at the last meeting he attended; someone commented on something he had suggested and he stormed out like an angry child. I cannot begin to conceive what is running through his mind. Seemingly, he has lost it altogether.’

‘I have heard some rumours...’ Lomar began, but trailed off.

‘Oh? Go on,’ Master Glim implored.

‘It is nothing substantial—possibly only wild accusations from those who oppose him—but there are whispers that the Archmage has been consorting with the desert folk, experimenting with their potions and exotic extracts to regain some of the vigour of his youth. It goes further. Some say he has been keeping strange company in his chambers at all hours of the night, but even my sources will dare not say any more.’

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