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Chapter Fourteen
‘We needed to keep these tunnels maintained, Sire. Last winter’s melt has put far more water through here than usual. Some of the beams further along look as though they should have collapsed weeks ago. They’re more rot than wood.’
‘The men will shore them up swiftly enough. Remember, we only need the tunnels once. A little water won’t hurt us.’
‘It’s not the water I fear. If the girl does do anything on the surface, the repercussions might be severe enough for us to feel them down here. I don’t trust the roof to shift only a little.’
‘Then I suppose we were right not to put this off a moment—’
‘Sire! Sire Mastro… trouble in the manor.’
‘Slow down Sprig. Running in the dark, you’ll slip and crack your skull.’
‘Sorry Sire. Alarm in the manor. That orphan, Yoled. He’s been awoken.’
‘Aha, at last. And the alarm?’
‘That’s just it, Sire. He says it’s the Marisin that woke him up. She’s been freed.’
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They had locked the study in case anyone came along. Eldrian expected he would need to undo the tumblers again but the girl breathed a word as she approached and the door swung open on its own.
‘Inside. Hurry,’ she commanded as she led the way.
The girl moved to one side of the desk and pointed Eldrian around the other.
‘Open it.’ She nodded to the cabinet.
‘Please don’t,’ Eldrian begged. Nothing good would come from her knowing the contents of the books. Still, he obeyed as he set aside the pieces of her earmuffs.
‘Get the first one.’
Eldrian took the thinnest volume from its shelf. Again he read the title on its spine and again he cringed at what her reaction would no doubt be.
‘Don’t read this,’ he warned.
‘I can’t read. You will. And don’t think about lying – Ibdro – because this won’t let you.’ With the girl’s spell word, a ball of soft blue light appeared in the air, hovering by her head.
Eldrian stared at the ball for a moment before an idea flashed into his head. ‘Please don’t make me read this,’ he said. ‘You won’t like what it says.’
Whatever reaction the ball of light was supposed to make, didn’t happen.
‘See?’ he said. ‘Nothing. I’m telling the truth.’
The girl pursed her lips. ‘Maybe I don’t care. Start reading. Start with the title.’
Eldrian gritted his teeth and flipped the book to its cover. So thin. Hardly any point in making it a book in the first place. ‘Instructions for the girl,’ he read.
Silence. The truth-seeing spell dipped and swayed a little.
‘Instructions?’ asked the girl.
‘That’s what it says.’
She pulled out the chair that Sire Mastro kept for guests and sat down. ‘Keep reading.’
The grim suspicion about what they would find out already weighed on Eldrian’s mind. He turned to the first page. Long, elegant strokes ran across the yellowed paper.
17th Ash, 581
Mastro Quenzin,
As promised, she will be arriving this spring. A detail will accompany her to help with initial integration to your manor but I hope that she will find herself at home within the first few weeks. She is a good child, despite everything that has happened. We’re fortunate in that her time away hasn’t been too detrimental and we’ve made certain that she won’t remember the details of it. You’ve a blank canvas on which to begin.
Of course, this is not to say that we grant you permission to run free with her upbringing. My purpose of writing to you here is to set the boundaries. Let her roam the manor. Treat her as you would a daughter. Be there for her when the time demands.
I know that you have already been made aware of her prowess at magic but I’m afraid I must reiterate. She is a prodigy. Even the most promising of Vocals before are like pawns beneath her. But she is still a child. Do not, do not, encourage her magic. She lacks control, tone, understanding. She could injure the folk of your manor or worse, herself. Keep her safe until she is ready. When she is, we will return to collect her.
I’ll have the caretakers draw up a more detailed record of her. Favourite foods, games, what she likes, what she fears and so on. Be in touch should anything critical develop but only then. It’s best we keep communication to the necessities. But ensure to monitor her well. A record of some sorts for us to review.
That’s all I need say for now. Take good care of her. I’ve come to love her like my own child, as I’m sure you will too. Farewell my little—
Eldrian choked on his words as his hands started to shake.
It took a few moments before the girl realized that the reading had stopped. ‘What’s wrong? Keep going,’ she said.
‘I know your name,’ Eldrian replied.
The girl shot to her feet. ‘Tell me.’
‘It’s… it’s Anahid. And it says your family’s name is Garall.’
‘I’m… Anahid?’ The girl tasted her name. ‘Anahid Garall. Your father wanted you to find me?’
‘That’s not it,’ said Eldrian. It didn’t make sense. There’d never been a single hint before this. No mention from his father, no memories. ‘Garall is my family’s name too.’
‘But that would make me…’
‘No, he wouldn’t hide something like that. Why would he hide that? It doesn’t— how could he do that to me? Did he plan all this?’
‘And why would he send me away?’ asked the girl, Anahid.
Eldrian glared at her. ‘He didn’t. He’s my father not yours. You’re not my sister, this is all just… just some big coincidence.’
‘But he sent you here, ah? And he said for you to find me as his final wish.’
‘Shut up!’ Eldrian shouted. He could hardly recall an instance where his father had ever lied to him. Now this?
‘Don’t be so loud,’ hissed Anahid.
She reached for his arm but Eldrian jerked it away before shoving her backwards. His heart raced and his head throbbed. At some point the room had started swirling around. Some spell from the girl, no doubt. ‘Don’t touch me!’
‘Hoy, it’s not just about you, ah? What about me? He tried to get rid of me. They kept me locked away for years. And what about the other things in that letter? Why does someone want to ‘collect’ me?’
‘Because you’re a Marisin!’ Eldrian hurled the the book at her.
Pages fluttered in the air, some pulling free of their bindings. The book flew past Anahid where it clattered against a burned-down candle and both fell to the floor.
A mistake, he realized immediately. Provoking someone so powerful. But Anahid didn’t retaliate. Didn’t lash out as he had done. She turned on her heel and walked out the door.
In a rush Eldrian tore the first page from the now-battered book and ran after her. A dark shape bobbed down the hallway, moving towards the spiral staircase of the girl’s tower.
‘Wait,’ Eldrian hissed as he pursued. ‘I didn’t mean—’
‘I thought you wanted to be my friend,’ said Anahid as she whirled around on him. ‘Now I understand, you just wanted me to wake up Yoled then go back in my cage.’
‘That isn’t it. But if you don’t, Sire Mastro will know and things will only get worse.’
Anahid pointed to the floor at an angle as though she meant to direct his attention to something elsewhere in the manor. ‘Too late. They already know that you freed me. I can see everything now. They’re scurrying around like chickens with their heads cut off. Some are waking up the orphans so they can escape through the tunnels. They’re scared. They think I’m going to hurt them. And so do you, I suppose.’ Anahid turned again and kept walking. When she reached the spiral stairs she went down rather than up.
Eldrian snapped from his trance and caught up with her. ‘But you’re not going to hurt them, ah?’
‘You don’t trust me. I was starting to think that you might. I’m not going to hurt them. I just want to talk to Sire Mastro.’
Something in the way she spoke, or maybe a new
degree of common sense, betrayed her lies to Eldrian.
Anahid plowed on as she came to the bottom of the stairs. Down the hall then right towards the bridge and the front of the manor.
‘Sire Mastro wants to save me for someone. I just want to know who and why. Is that so wrong?’ Anahid asked herself out loud.
They took another turn into the hall that held most of the girls’ dorms. The doors all stood open and not a soul in sight. Bedclothes were tossed aside and chests lay open from the hasty dressing of the owners. The manor had gone still and silent. At least until a figure stepped out from one of the rooms in front of them. A bright light filled Eldrian’s eyes as a Solar shone their suncrests.
‘I had hoped better of you,’ came a voice. ‘I thought you might have finally accepted your lot, Eldrian. But then you do something like this. Endangering the lives of so many just to see yourself free.’
The light shifted to Eldrian as he recognized its owner’s voice. Miss Belamy.
‘Leave us alone,’ Anahid growled.
‘Sire Mastro needs you back in the tower. Now, will you go kindly or do I need to be rough?’
‘I want to speak to Sire Mastro,’ said Anahid, her voice unwavering.
The light faded just enough that Eldrian could see the child wrangler’s face. She sounded braver than she looked.
‘Rough it is,’ she said.
A spear of purple light howled down the hallway from Miss Belamy’s outstretched palm, pointed straight towards Anahid. But the girl barely flinched. She said something under her breath and the spear exploded in midair.
‘Leave me alone,’ Anahid intoned. ‘I’m not fighting you.’
‘Then return to your room. I won’t let you hurt another.’
‘I don’t want to hurt anyone.’
‘But what you want and what takes place have always been two separate things. Now go back to your room!’
Another spear shot forwards. Again Anahid deflected it without effort.
‘No,’ she whispered, barely audible beneath the screech of another spear. She brushed the attack aside as she had with the others. Then she made a flick of her hand and whispered something else.
The space where Miss Belamy had been suddenly held nothing but air. A fraction of a second later, a mighty crash echoed from the dorm on the left. Silence afterwards, no screams.
As though nothing had happened Anahid resumed her march.
Eldrian reached the door from which the noise had come and peered inside. In the gloom he could just make out the ruins of a bed and a mix of cloth amid them. They didn’t all look like blankets. He didn’t light the room with his spells or it might make things clearer.
‘What did you do?’ Eldrian asked, his mouth agape.
‘I got rid of her. She’s unconcious, that’s all.’ Anahid kept walking. If she looked in the dorm too, she made no indication.
‘You’re lying,’ Eldrian mumbled to himself. But he didn’t stay to check.
Down another stairway and towards the center of the manor. They passed one of the passages that went to the cellar, instead traveling to the entry hall.
‘Aren’t the tunnels underground?’ Eldrian asked.
‘He isn’t going through the tunnels.’
With a flick of Anahid’s hand, the great doors to the manor swung in on their hinges and crashed against their stops. She strode out into the night, head turned towards the stables as Eldrian ran to keep up. Another movement of the hand and another whispered spell. Wooden boards and beams groaned, splintered and snapped. The front of the stables came crashing down.
‘Sire Mastro!’ Anahid shouted into the dark. She pointed to the sky where a coil of sound traveled before balling and lighting up like the sun.
Dozens of terrified faces stared up at her from the stone drive of the manor. Orphans waiting for the gates to be opened. The tunnels must not have been wide enough to fit them all.
Eldrian looked down at the wide-eyed children. He could just make out Iyda and Yoled among them, huddled together. He wanted to say something that would set their fears aside but neither were paying him any mind.
‘Sire Mastro!’ Anahid called again.
Several jailers had already emerged from the stables, some armed with crossbows and others with magic. Skytouched guards swept in from the side and landed on the walls.
‘You called me, child?’ Sire Mastro stepped out from the ruined front of the stables. No fear filled his eyes. More than could be said for his jailers.
‘Tell… me… everything,’
Sire Mastro shifted his gaze to Eldrian. ‘Are you sure you want to know?’
‘Yes,’ said Anahid. With a whispered breath, a blue ball of light appeared. ‘And don’t lie.’
‘I was not asking you.’
Eldrian stammered over the question. More evidence that he fit into this deeper than he knew. Not only that, but that Sire Mastro had known this, maybe even from the beginning. Yet, as always, curiosity managed to overwhelm sense. ‘Tell us.’
‘Very well. It began the day two children were born. Twins. The boy, a Solar like his father, and unremarkable. The girl who shared her mother’s Vocal blood, however, was anything but. Even early in her life, the parents knew that they had something incredible. Unfortunate that they didn’t realize the extent.’ Sire Mastro stopped for a moment, then looked at Eldrian again. ‘Do you recall how your mother died?’
No, he groaned inside. He knew. At least, he thought he did. ‘A mixture gone wrong,’ he ventured.
‘So I understand you were told. So I understand your home village believes. But it was her.’ He looked at Anahid. ‘Something happened that morning in the kitchen as you and your father stayed outside, blissfully unaware. I do not, nor do any, know the exact details. Perhaps something scared your sister or she tried to shield herself from harm. Either way, she lashed out at it. But she protected herself too. Your father, as I understand, found her beneath a bubble of sound so impenetrable he had to wait until she undid it on her own. But your mother had not been included.’
‘You’re lying,’ said Eldrian, though he knew himself to be wrong. Not once had Anahid’s spell detected anything. ‘How could you know all this?’
‘It’s a story that has been peiced together from many sources, your father included, by many people, then passed to me. And before you ask whom by, I cannot tell you as I do not know.’
The light stayed its faint blue.
‘Then, child, you were brought here,’ Sire Mastro continued, looking at her. ‘And we were tasked to look after you. But when it became clear that you could not be trusted to keep your magic in check, a solution had to be found. None of us could guess the side affects it would have, your magic virtually disappearing and you entering some realm that flickered between sleep and wakefulness. And what good is a Vocal of such potential if she can no longer use her magic? So another plan was formed. Which is where you came in, Eldrian. Of course, we had to wait until your father took a turn for the poorer. When he did, we arranged to have you brought to us so that you could help your sister out of her trance.’
‘But… I didn’t do anything…’ Eldrian mumbled.
‘Maybe you didn’t realize.’ Again Sire Mastro turned to Anahid. ‘Child, you started to improve around the time your brother arrived. I don’t understand it either. In truth, I had planned something less simple. It seems Dawn was kind to me. And you, Eldrian, I’d hazard you’ve felt drawn to your sister since coming here, even if you didn’t understand it, correct?’
Eldrian opened his mouth to protest but closed it again immediately. Even before he had started bringing Anahid her meals, there had been that dream. Were there others too? Somewhere deep in his mind, so far down it could have been imagined, he thought so. But then a darker possibility took over and the confusion choked out beneath a cloud of red. ‘What if my father hadn’t gotten sick.’
‘We would have found another method,’ said Sire Mastro in his calm-as-ever way.
‘You mean you would have made him sick?’
‘I did not say that.’
Eldrian took a deep breath. ‘Did you do something to him?’
Sire Mastro met his eyes. ‘No.’ The ball of light stayed blue. ‘But that isn’t to say that nothing was done. Either way, I do not know.’
This time Anahid’s light turned yellow. Eldrian stared at it before the meaning clicked. ‘Liar!’ he shouted.
‘No, that’s—’
But he shook his sister off as he raised a hand and pointed it at Sire Mastro. Eldrian had never wanted to learn spells for hurting. But fire could still be used for such. And as a jet of it scorched from the suncrests in his palms, hurting was the only thing on Eldrian’s mind.
And pain is what the fire brought, though not to Sire Mastro as the flames fell short. A slickened thunk sounded in Eldrian’s ears, followed by a needling in his shoulder. He looked down, blinked twice. A stick had started growing from him. Another thunk and another stick, this one in his stomach.
‘Whuh?’ he mumbled before collapsing.
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All too much. All these changes in her life and every second of them saw more magic pouring forth from the recesses of her mind, begging to be spoken. So many spells buried and forgotten, only to be remembered now.
Wait, something else. What had her brother just said?
Anahid’s voice swept to where the boy had been standing and found empty space. No, not quite. He lay there instead, a pair of crossbow bolts sticking from his body. His chest rose and fell in spasms.
Anahid sank down by her brother’s side. ‘Eldrian, get up,’ she said.
Save the quivers, he didn’t move.
‘Come on. Come on, you’re okay. Look, uh… oh, havesta, zarr.’
The bolts shuddered and turned to ash before blowing out of the wounds and into the night. Then the bloodied holes closed up.
‘See? All better. Now get up, we have to go.’
The boy clenched, relaxed, and went limp.
‘Eldrian, come on. I fixed you, you can stop pretending. You’re the only one who ever talked to me so you can’t leave me alone. You can’t. You can’t, don’t, please don’t.’ Anahid stood up and whirled around on the crowd. ‘Who did that?!’ she shouted.
Whatever fear the orphans and jailers felt before had become a comforting memory. Even the master of the Manor had begun to sweat.
Up on the walls she found two men who were frantically reloading their crossbows. She plucked them both from their perch and drew them in, as they flailed and screamed, until their noses rested a foot from hers.
‘That was a mistake.’
‘Anahid don’t!’ cried Sire Mastro.
‘Anahid?!’ She plucked him up too. ‘Anahid?! What happened to child? Marisin? A monster in a cage. Well now I’m free. So what does that make me?’
The sun of sound that she had created began to tremble and boil as though sensing her fury. Let it.
‘What does that make me?’ she asked again.
A Kelad, came a voice.
‘Who said that?!’
Anahid turned her head over the crowd. Those that weren’t already burying their heads in their hands flinched beneath her eyeless glare. None owned up. She looked down at Eldrian, still as before.
The answer came from inside. A memory or a dream, she didn’t know. But there he was, her brother.
Don’t do it, he said. The crossbow wounds were trickling with his blood. No, she healed them already.
‘It’s what they want.’
Don’t do it.
‘They think I’m a monster.’
Don’t. Do. It.
‘It’s all they want me to do. They took me away to make me one, ah? Why shouldn’t they have it.’
Why do you want them to have it? Why do you want them to succeed?
Anahid paused. Looked at the crumpled body of her brother. The ghost of him in her head where his wounds were only getting worse.
Prove them wrong. Prove they were always wrong.
She clenched her hands into fists until it hurt. Gritted her teeth till they screeched against one another.
You can leave here now. Leave them in their fear and dirt while you live free.
‘They made me suffer.’
So will they. Let them see how far you’ve risen and how far you will rise. Let them see how they’ve become nothing to you. How all the pain and misery, the imprisonment, have washed off of you without a trace. You are beyond their touch.
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