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The darkened hallways of the manor’s underground felt familiar to Eldrian and he wondered if he had dreamed about them some time before. There were no lights down here. No torches or patches of magical luminescence. He navigating solely by the faintest glow he dared produce from his suncrests. Enough to see the stones by but not so much that his eyes might again grow comfortable with light.
Leaving the dorm had been easy enough. The boys dropped into sleep one by one and after an hour he felt safe enough to make his move. The guards, jailers and other late sleepers of the manor were another problem. One he planned to cross as it came. But it didn’t. The inky trek from the underground went by without encountering a single soul. He might have wondered if the whole world had vanished of people if a few creaks hadn’t said otherwise when he emerged into the manor.
Moonlight printed blades through the windows and onto the polished floorboards. A door clicked shut somewhere overhead. Eldrian took every step with agonizing slowness. Every pace involved rolling his cloth-wrapped feet from heel to blade to toe until finally the entire sole pressed into the floor. Not before probing for creaky boards, of course.
A Vocal jailer wouldn’t be fooled. Darkness didn’t mask anything against someone who saw with sound. But Eldrian could only recall ever seeing a couple of Vocals around here. Vanet, the one who had put him in that stone box, and the other watching as children worked in the orchard.
Be asleep, Eldrian wished to them and any others that might be scanning the night with their voices. Or distracted.
Keeping up the silent steps began to prove painful. His ankle didn’t help, still at a slight bend that didn’t feel quite as strong as it had once been. Almost as though that leg had gotten shorter.
Some of the rooms had their curtains drawn. These were where the journey became hardest. Countless pieces of furniture almost seemed to have materialized overnight. How long had he lived in the manor? Yet the layout of the rooms became a mystery in the dark. His arms swept back and forth, pawing senselessly at dark shapes that might have been a footstool or a fantasy.
At last there came the bridge. He hugged the wall, pressing his weight against it and treading where the boards were silent. Even the moon and starlight failed to pierce the bottomless night of the ravine. A soft rushing came from below.
A glow heralded the spiral stairway of the girl’s tower. Its lights, it seemed, had not been darkened. Did she have a visitor? The thought almost brought Eldrian’s heartbeats onto the cusp of hearing.
The first steps were easy, even as they brought him to the second floor. He peeked out onto the landing but lurched back immediately, stomach flipping over. A jailer in the hall beyond. Not a Vocal, at least, for she carried a dim lantern. But her back hadn’t been turned.
The seconds seemed to tick by as though they were minutes or more. Had she seen him? Had the light reached that far?
No footsteps yet.
The lantern must have blinded her to the distance. Too bright to see past its light but not enough to properly reveal the archway behind which Eldrian hid.
With a deep breath, he peered around the corner.
There she stood, lantern hanging low at her side. Eyes fixed on the archway. Eyes… closed?
Yes, they were. At last Eldrian saw the way she had become cradled where the passage met a corner and continued to the left. Asleep on duty.
Eldrian shuddered and breathed. His heart still skittered but he couldn’t linger.
The rest of the tower proved simple. Nobody on the third floor and then he only needed to make the last few rounds of the stairway before reaching the doors. He fumbled through his pockets for the key.
The girl’s tower. He had never seen it after sundown. The dark stretched out as deep and as infinite as the manor’s underground had been. Eldrian lit his suncrests enough to see by and proceeded across the room.
The door to the girl’s quarters was closed. He hadn’t thought of this. But what sense would there be in allowing the luxury of a door that locks? Sure enough, the handle turned.
A shape on the bed, covered in blankets. Another deep breath and another problem that he hadn’t considered. Rousing the girl from sleep would mean shaking her awake.
It’s okay, Eldrian told himself. She’s in control. She likes me.
He tiptoed towards her bed, still afraid that someone on the floors below might hear somehow.
Black hair lay curtained upon the girl’s pillow and inky occumarks stared blindly up at him. Apart from her being horizontal, she looked hardly different than when awake.
Eldrian’s hand slid forwards, aimed at her shoulder. He gave her the faintest prod he could imagine. Nothing. A harder one that brought the same. Then he grabbed her arm and shook a little.
The girl jolted and lurched backwards beneath the covers.
A scream filled Eldrian’s ears. It seemed to originate from inside him. Then it died as fast as it had risen.
‘Don’t do that!’ The girl hissed.
‘I’m letting you out,’ said Eldrian. For wont of anything better to say, he cut straight to the point.
A second passed before the girl replied. ‘You’re what? Why?’
‘Yoled needs you.’
‘I told you, I can’t unless—’
‘I know. Stand up, let me try to unlock them.’
‘With what?’ asked the girl as she slid out from the blankets and adjusted her night robe.
‘My magic.’ Eldrian raised his hands but she grabbed them.
‘No. These won’t let you.’ She turned her head left and right to show off the runes on each ear that glowed a soft blue.
‘Then we’ll try something else.’ Eldrian took the girl’s hand and pulled.
‘Where are we going?’ she whispered.
‘To find the key.’
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The going had been slow before but it felt relentless compared to their new pace. The girl could barely see with her earmuffs on so leading her downstairs and through the hallways, without making a sound, took eons. It didn’t help that she couldn’t hear her own steps. Eldrian flinched every time her foot found a board that creaked and she pressed down regardless.
‘Just step where I do,’ Eldrian begged.
She shrugged. Speech, they had found, was too risky when she couldn’t always get the volume right.
Their first guess, Sire Mastro’s study. One of the drawers, perhaps. Eldrian had never seen the key but the lock on the back of the girl’s earmuffs looked tiny so he guessed their target would be too. And it had to be somewhere obvious in case the jailers needed it in a hurry.
The door that had become both familiar and ominous over the weeks stood locked in the gloom before them. Another hurdle, but not a difficult one.
Eldrian pressed his hand over the keyhole. A magical force snaked out from his suncrest as the levitation spell crept through to the other side of the door. He felt around with the mental limb and gripped the handle on the inside of the study before giving it a turn. He breathed a sigh of relief when the lock clicked its acceptance.
Dark and lifeless. Not that the study had ever really felt hospitable. Everything had to be still but the way the tiny glow from Eldrian’s palms fell over everything made it seem as though they shifted at the corners of his vision. Books, trophies, knickknacks and other curiosities crawled over their shelves as he scanned the room.
‘Can you see it?’ Eldrian asked after nudging the girl’s shoulder for her attention.
A headshake no.
‘Try his desk.’
Nod.
While the girl searched with sound, Eldrian ventured to do the same with his eyes. He walked around the desk and started on the cabinet behind.
The shelves inside mostly held piles of paper and rolls of parchment but
one small section had three leather-bound journals. They stood so neatly among the clutter that he found his focus drawn to them immediately. The faint glow from his palms barely lit the titles on their spines. He didn’t dare make more light or a haphazard glance down the hallway might catch a glow under the study’s door.
Eldrian’s lips moved as he squinted out the title of the first journal, so thin compared to the other two. Then he froze.
A hand fell on his shoulder and he whipped round to see the girl holding up a tiny, gold key. Then she pointed at the books and cocked her head.
‘What? Oh, they’re nothing.
Headshake and an insistent jab.
‘Just… money things,’ he lied. ‘Numbers and figures. It’s boring’
Eldrian took the key from her fingers, eager for this line of discussion to end.
With a shrug the girl turned around, baring the back of her earmuffs.
He looked at the key, back to her. ‘Not yet. Once we’re downstairs.’
‘You can trust me,’ she sighed, a little too loud
‘I know. But if someone catches us now, there’ll be even worse trouble. At least this way we could hide the key for later.’
She shrugged again then started towards the door.
Eldrian closed the cabinet when her voice had moved on.
The journey downstairs went faster, much to the pain of Eldrian’s nerves. The girl walked quickly, almost carelessly. More than once Eldrian found himself having to jerk her out of the way of the leg of a table or from crashing into the edge of a wall.
This is a bad idea.
It isn’t, Eldrian replied. Take off the earmuffs, say the spell, put them back on.
This is a bad idea.
Yoled will die otherwise.
And everyone else?
Eldrian clenched his teeth.
‘You’re sure this will work?’ He asked when the passage to the infirmary loomed into sight. There weren’t any offshoots or rooms around here. Nobody to overhear them, even if the girl got a bit loud.
‘Ah… but he might make some noise so be ready.’
‘What kind of noise? You mean he might scream?’
‘Well, he’s going to wake up quickly. Like that.’ She snapped her fingers. The soft crack seemed deafening in the silence of night. ‘And he’s been asleep for a while, ah? He might not be expecting it. Just be ready.’
The girl paused over Yoled’s bed, watching him. The flit lay motionless in the moonlight except for the slow rise and fall of his chest. She touched his shoulder and gave him a gentle shake. Then a violent one that disturbed the covers.
‘Don’t!’ Eldrian hissed.
‘I have to be sure. The spell is only for people who are asleep because of head illness. It might do something else otherwise.’ She sat on the floor next to Yoled and started prodding him in the ribs. ‘Healing with sound magic is more temperamental than anything else a Vocal can do… how do I know that?’ She looked up at him.
Eldrian couldn’t think of a reply. Instead he fished out the tiny key. ‘We should hurry up.’
‘Ah, go ahead.’ The girl bent her head over the mattress, exposing a lock built in to the base of her earmuffs.
It’s for Yoled. Eldrian told himself. He grabbed the steel band that ran atop the girl’s head and pressed the key until it fitted snug in the lock. He’s going to die otherwise. I can’t let him die.
The lock didn’t click but the band lifted a fraction when he turned the key. He withdrew it as the girl’s hands crept up and began to pull apart the frame that bound her in a prison of silence.
He suddenly recalled a creature that lived back home. A hatching snake. Over winter, to avoid the cold, they would spin themselves a pod in the branches of a tree, then hatch and uncoil when the weather got warm enough. Why did the girl freeing herself remind him of that?
‘I can see,’ she sighed, her voice of vision fading from his ears. ‘I can see everything. Dawn, it’s been years since I could see so much at once.’
‘What about Yoled?’ Eldrian asked, aware that he had taken a half step back.
‘Of course. Just… let me look around. Is that really my voice? It’s so different now. Different to how I remember… sharper.’ She took another breath as if tasting some new reality. Then she looked up at Eldrian and smiled, her occumarks as dark as ever in the moonlight. ‘Right… Yoled. Stand back.’
Eldrian shuffled several steps further but not so many as to put the girl out of reach.
She stood up and looked at the boy. ‘It’s been a while since I did any magic. Maybe I should try something smaller first.’
The girl turned around and Eldrian’s heart leapt into his throat. But she wasn’t focused on him. She looked past at one of the candles by the other beds.
The girl frowned. Then, with a tiny raise of her hand, she said ‘Rin.’
Suddenly the room flooded with the warmth of candlelight as all but the most burnt-down stubs flared into life.
‘Nir,’ she whispered, her hand lowering again, and room fell into darkness. Wisps of smoke trailed towards the ceiling.
Eldrian struggled not to stare. Not at the feat of magic, for he had seen plenty and heard of more. Rather, the effortlessness of it astounded him. More so considering how long she must have been without the slightest hint of practice.
‘More,’ said the girl. ‘Vana.’
She lifted her hand and the beds, save Yoled’s, began to stir. Some started to float high while others only came a few inches off the ground. Then each slid along to swap places with its neighbor before lowering back down to rest.
‘Okay, that’s enough,’ said Eldrian, trying to sound firm. It took everything to keep his voice from trembling. They hadn’t been exaggerating her abilities.
The girl doesn’t want to escape. If she did, no force in this world could stop her.
‘Right, of course.’ The girl turned back to Yoled. ‘Remember what I said?’
It took a moment before Eldrian did. He stepped closer, around the other side of the bed, and prepared himself to hold the boy down.
The girl placed her hands on Yoled’s head. One by his crown, the other on his brow. ‘Ah, here I go… Ara lart.’
‘Guhhh,’ Yoled wheezed as his eyes shot open. The bed creaked as his entire body spasmed, clenching and unclenching a second later.
‘Yoled, hush!’ Eldrian hissed as he tried to hold the boy down. ‘You’re okay, be quiet.’
The flit, finally awake, panted for breath, his neck craning this way and that as he tried to orient himself. ‘Wha, wadada, hava,’ he blabbered.
‘What’s wrong with him?’ Eldrian pinned the boy down by the shoulders.
‘Nothing, he’s just been asleep a while, ah? Give him time.’
At that point Yoled seemed to notice the other person present. His eyes shot to the girl, then went wide with fear and his struggles redoubled.
‘No, it’s okay. She helped you. She helped you,’ said Eldrian.
‘Bral,’ the girl intoned.
Yoled went still. He froze up so completely that only his eyes continued to move in terrified jabs from one corner to the other.
‘He was making too much noise,’ said the girl.
‘Undo it,’ Eldrian demanded.
‘No, explain to him first.’
He did, but not before giving the girl a wary look. He told Yoled about them falling and getting trapped in the girl’s tower. How he broke his leg and how Yoled hit his head so badly that he went to sleep and nobody could wake him up. After that point there wasn’t much to tell past the plan that brought them here.
‘Now undo it,’ said Eldrian when he had finished and when Yoled’s eyes had stopped jittering so wildly.
‘As long as he doesn’t make too much noise,’ the girl replied. ‘Larb.’
Yoled shuddered but relaxed rather than flailing about again. He turned his head to Eldrian. ‘You’re crazy. You’re going to be in so much trouble. They’ll lock you in punishment for the rest of
your life.’
‘Only if they find out,’ said the girl.
‘And they won’t because we’re going back to the tower now.’ Eldrian looked her in the occumarks.
‘Right… let’s go.’
Eldrian pulled his friends blankets back into place. ‘Stay here, you still need to rest.’ When he looked up again, the girl had already reached the hallway. She moved so much faster with her earmuffs off.
‘Hey, wait!’ Eldrian hissed as he gathered up the bits of steel and checked his pocket for the key.
The girl didn’t slow down.
‘You’re forgetting this.’
‘What? Oh, of course.’ They were round a corner in the hallway now, near the stairs to the second floor. ‘Back inside.’
‘You said you would.’
‘I know… do you think they will ever let me go?’
‘If you’re good.’ He moved behind her with the steel frame in his hands. Only then did he realize that he didn’t know how to reassemble everything.
As if guessing at his thoughts, the girl’s hands came up to guide him. They stopped again before he had even started.
‘You lied to me before. Those books were important.’
‘What books?’ He knew the ones.
‘In Sire Mastro’s study. Why didn’t you want me to look at them? What did they say?’
‘Nothing. We have to get you back upstairs. Come on, before someone finds us.’ Desperation had begun to creep into his voice.
‘First we look at those books.’
She stepped away and Eldrian did nothing to stop her. She had already shown her abilities.
This was a bad idea.
With no other options, Eldrian followed her back across the bridge.
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