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When the guard opened the door to the cell, Ellerie realized she’d been scratching her brow again. She forced herself to stop.
“We’re ready for you now,” the guard said, waving her through. He’d taken the redheaded girl away thirty minutes earlier, and Ellerie hadn’t seen her since.
“Is Boktar all right?” she asked as she followed him out of the room and down a corridor, past other guards who watched her curiously.
“Who?”
“My friend! He was shot!”
“I don’t know, miss. I heard some people were hurt.” He led her into a small office where a graying man sat behind a table. A younger woman stood silently in the corner, watching her silently.
As the first guard left, closing the door behind him, Ellerie sat in the chair that had been left on her side of the table.
“I am Marius, Guard Captain of the southern district of Circle Bay,” the man said. “The district where you and your friends just killed four men. I have some questions for you. This is Vana.” He tilted his head toward the standing woman. “She’ll be ... observing.”
“I’m not saying anything until you tell me how Boktar is.”
“The dwarf will live. We got a healer here in time. Your friend’s voice carries—I’m surprised you didn’t hear him shouting at the fat man.”
“Fat man?”
“Some fellow whose parents were cruel enough to name him Bobo.”
Ellerie sat up straight. “Brown hair, brown robe, and a beard?”
“The robe was gray, but otherwise, yes.”
“You didn’t let him go, did you? He’s a thief!”
“That’s what your dwarven friend claimed, but since he had a hard time explaining exactly what was stolen, I didn’t have a choice. It’s my turn to ask questions. What’s your name?”
“Ellerie,” she said, slumping down in disappointment. After all this time, she’d finally come close to getting her hands on the con man only to lose him again.
“Silver elves have family names, do they not?”
“Some nilvasta do, some don’t. I don’t.”
He looked at her skeptically, but pressed on. “Tell me what happened earlier. Why did you and your friends kill those men?”
“They attacked us! They shot Boktar with a crossbow! They tried to shoot me, too, but my...” She trailed off.
“Vana tells me that based on what the witnesses said, it was likely some sort of shield spell, yes? That’s why she’s here, you know. She’s an expert at making sure wizards in our custody remain in our custody.”
The silent woman allowed a ghost of a smile to cross her face.
Ellerie glowered at them both. “Yes, a shield spell. Otherwise, I’d be dead now. And those others aren’t my friends. I’d never seen them before in my life.”
“Then why did they come to your aid?”
“I don’t know. Earlier, in the cell, the girl said she didn’t know, either. The man she was with decided to help us, so she did, too.”
“The man, yes. I hope we won’t have any complications, having arrested a member of the Larsonian peerage. At least he was helpful in identifying you as a wizard. He was the only one able to provide a decent description of your magic. The girl was more cagey—I don’t think she liked me very much—and the rest of the witnesses just saw flashes of light.”
Ellerie shrugged. “I am a wizard. My shield spell only blocks arrows and bolts, or things of that nature. That proves they shot at me. And what were two men doing with loaded crossbows in the middle of the city?”
He acknowledged her point with a nod. “Why did they attack you?”
“Did any of them have Terevassian coins?”
“Just the elf. Why? Do you think he paid the others? Why would he be after you?”
“I don’t know. It was just a thought.”
There was a knock at the door and the guard from earlier poked his head in. “Sir, there’s someone here insisting that he be allowed to speak with you.”
“When I’m done here,” Marius said.
“He says he needs to talk to you now. You and her.” The guard pointed to Ellerie.
Marius frowned. “Send him in.”
Ellerie’s mother’s spy glided into the room. The black dye was gone, and his silver hair was tied back behind his head in intricate braids, leaving his pointed ears uncovered. Instead of his usual nondescript clothing, he wore the flowing robes of a Terevassian noble house.
“Ambassador Melithar, at your service,” the spy said to Marius with a bow.
Marius stood. “Ambassador, I am Guard Captain Marius. How can I help you?”
“I understand that one of our agents was taken into custody while trying to track down these vile criminals,” the spy said, with a meaningful glance toward Ellerie.
“Vile criminals?”
“A conspiracy against Her Exalted Majesty. The queen sent an agent to search for a group that’s trying to poison the relationship between Circle Bay and Terevas. Though it appears they found her first.”
Ellerie glared at him. His lie made her look incompetent.
“Do you have any proof?” Marius asked. “She’s said nothing about this.”
The spy looked abashed. “I’m afraid keeping silent was on my order. I apologize. As for proof, I have the writ from the queen herself.” He produced a rolled up scroll, marked with the di’Valla insignia on the wax seal.
Marius broke the seal and unrolled the scroll.
As he read it, the spy continued speaking. “Terevas highly values its relationship with your great city. As I’m sure you know, Circle Bay is one of our closest trading partners. When Her Majesty discovered the plot, she immediately sent someone to deal with it. We would have never taken direct action within your city, of course—we don’t have that authority—but self defense must be permitted. You are welcome to check with the Terevassian embassy, or send a note by pigeon to Terevas itself.”
The Guard Captain still looked suspicious. “I’ll go to the embassy myself. If they confirm the story, she’ll be free to go, but only because she acted in self defense. I have little tolerance for foreigners committing violence in our streets, writ or not.”
He left the room and Vana followed him, leaving Ellerie alone with the spy.
“He was going to let me go anyway,” she complained. “You didn’t need to barge in.”
“You hope he was going to let you go. You don’t have any guarantee about that. I had to act quickly, and I wasn’t sure of your status at the time, so I worked with what I had.”
“Where did you get the writ?”
“I’ve been forging your mother’s signature and seal for three hundred years. She usually forgives me, and she’ll back up my story if the Guard Captain sends a pigeon. Ambassador Caravas is aware that I’m claiming the embassy’s authority, though he was quite surprised to find out you were in the city.”
Ellerie sighed. The spy had tried to help, so she had to acknowledge that. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me,” the spy said. “I was telling the truth earlier. When your letters arrived warning about the assassins, your mother took action. Your sister disposed of the team that came after her, and you are now assigned to tracking down the persons responsible.”
“Assassins came after Vilisa?”
“You’re the one who insisted she can take care of herself. And she did—rather messily, I must say.”
“What do you mean, I’m assigned to tracking them down?”
“Exactly what it sounds like. Your mother has accepted your abdication, but only partially. She’s named your sister as heir, but you’re next in line. If you want to avoid the throne, you’ll need to expose the conspirators before they manage to kill Vilisa.”
“What makes you think they’ll try again, if she killed the first group?”
“The High Councilors are experts at taking the long view of things. The next attempt will be more subtle.”
“Then shouldn’t you be in Terevas, making sure that doesn’t happen?”
“Your mother may be ill, but never think for a moment that she’s weak or defenseless. She has other agents better suited for working in the palace. I’ve been given the same orders as you. We’re to track down any leads we can find about the assassins that came after you—though we weren’t aware there’d be a second attempt at the time the orders were issued. Hopefully our investigation will provide leads for the queen’s other agents to work with.”
“I’m not going home!”
“Which is why I’m the one who came. Most of my work happens outside Terevas—even here in Circle Bay. Did you notice anything helpful about the men who came after you?”
“Four humans, one nilvasta. They shot at us without warning. I killed the nilvasta first, hoping the others would stop, but it didn’t help. The Guard Captain said the elf was the only one with Terevassian coins, but that doesn’t really mean anything. He could have paid with human coin just as easily. Or maybe they were just footpads trying to rob us.”
The spy nodded. “That’s a start, at least. I got a look at the nilvasta. He seems familiar, but I can’t put a name to the face.”
“So, what do we do now?”
“We ask around, find out if he’s a local or if he’s new here, and whether he hired the humans. One of them is still alive. He’s in jail, headed for prison, but we might be able to talk to him. And if we don’t find anything useful, then we wait for the next attack.”
“That’s not much of a plan.”
He shrugged. “I’ll consider other ideas if you have any. In the meantime, if you are attacked again, at least try to take a prisoner next time. You’re almost as bad as your sister.”
“What happened with Vilisa?” Ellerie asked, concerned.
“Let’s just say her spells are somewhat less... precise than yours.” He shuddered.
“If you intend to come with me, will you at least tell me your name?” she asked.
“Melithar will do for now.”
Treya waited with Corec, leaning up against a wall on the opposite side of the street while they watched people enter and leave the guard post. The night was dark, but lanterns shone brightly on either side of the door.
“Are you sure they’re going to be released?” she asked.
“They should be,” Corec said. “They didn’t do anything wrong, as far as I know.”
“Maybe I should go back in. The dwarf might not be able to walk.”
Just then, though, the door opened and Boktar came out, supported by a young elven woman. He was holding a hand across his stomach. An elven man accompanied them, dressed in elaborate robes. The three stopped in front of the building to talk amongst themselves.
“Who’s that?” Corec asked quietly, not moving from his spot.
“I don’t know, but I saw him go in earlier, while you were walking Katrin back to the inn.”
The elven woman glanced their way, but didn’t react when she saw Corec. Treya wasn’t sure if she was ignoring him or if it was too dark on their side of the street to recognize him.
“I don’t want to talk about the binding spell in front of too many people,” he said. “You’re still going to try to heal the dwarf again, right?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s just do that, and we’ll try to find out where the girl is staying so I can talk to her privately later.”
They stepped forward, and Corec said, “Hello again.”
The three didn’t seem surprised by their appearance, though the girl frowned at him.
The dwarf smiled. “This is Treya, the woman who healed me,” he said, introducing her to his companions.
“Did they ever find you another healer?” she asked. “I’m ready to try again, if you’d like.”
“They seemed to think the job was done. I’d appreciate your help, so I don’t have to find a temple. How much do you charge?”
“I’ve never charged anyone for healing. I don’t work for a temple, but if you want a real healer, the Temple of Irisis is just a block away. I passed it on the way here.”
“You’re here now. If you’re still willing...”
She summoned the healing glow back to her hands as she reached out to him. When she was done, she stepped back again. “Is that any better?”
He took in a deep breath, wincing slightly. “Yes, much better. It’s still sore, but I think I can walk on my own now. Thank you.”
She nodded. “You’re welcome. And this is my ... friend, Corec. He was the one who helped you earlier.”
“I thought you might be,” the dwarf said, shaking Corec’s hand. “Thank you for helping Ellerie when I couldn’t. Why did you help, anyway?”
Boktar seemed friendly, but the girl was still frowning at them as the other elf looked on expressionlessly.
Corec shrugged. “It looked like you needed it. Who were those men?”
“We don’t know,” Ellerie said.
“Probably just thieves,” the elven man put in, “but thank you for your aid. Ellerie, seeing as we’re done here, I’ll leave you for now. I know where your lodgings are, but if you need me, send word to Caravas. You may wish to consider staying with him yourself.” He gave Corec a respectful nod, then strode away without another word.
Once he was out of earshot, the girl turned to Corec and spat out, “Why are you here, you bastard?”
“Elle!” Boktar said in surprise.
“He cast some sort of spell on me!”
“I told you, it wasn’t on purpose,” Corec said. “I’ll do everything I can to undo it. That’s why I’m here—to talk about that, and, I guess, some other things.”
“Treya’s the one who knows Bobo,” Boktar said to the elf.
“Where can we find him?” she demanded.
“Before we answer that,” Corec said, “will you tell me why you’re looking for him? Treya said he stole something?”
“We worked together for months, and then he stole everything we’d been working on!”
“Stole what, exactly?”
The elf looked frustrated. “The translations!”
“You hired him to translate something?”
“Yes! An old book. Then he disappeared and took it all, just as he was close to finishing!”
“He took your book?”
“Not the book, the translations.”
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