Cascet of souls

CHAPTER 29. Accusations

THE following morning Seregil woke to an insistent knock on the bedchamber door. Sliding out from under Alec’s arm, he pulled on his dressing gown and went to answer it.

“Forgive me for waking you, my lord,” said Runcer. “Lord Thero is downstairs and is most insistent that you and Lord Alec come down.”

“I see. Tell him we’re on our way.”

“What is it?” Alec mumbled from the bed.

“Thero’s here.”

“Again?”

They found the wizard walking at the back of the garden, near Alec’s targets.

Thero took in their bare feet and dressing gowns with a frown as they joined him. “It’s nearly noon, you know.”

“We were out spying for you. What’s wrong that a message wouldn’t do?” Seregil asked with a yawn.

“What did you do to Laneus last night?”

“Do to him? Nothing. I dined out with him and Malthus while Alec burgled his house, just as we told you. Then I was attacked by four assassins on the way home, right here in the Noble Quarter. Compliments of Duke Laneus and General Sarien, I suspect.”

“Sarien? Are you certain?”

“Not entirely, but I managed to snag a little memento from one of my attackers. It’s up in my room.”

“A soldier’s charm, from the City Regiment,” Alec put in.

Thero shook his head, incredulous. “And just when were you going to tell me about this?”

Seregil gave him a wry look. “When I woke up. Now, what’s all this about Laneus?”

“He was found dead this morning.”

“And you assume we had something to do with that?”

“The man did try to have you killed.”

“We’re spies, Thero, not assassins.”

“Then I have your word?”

“Rei phoril tos tokun meh brithir, vri sh’ruit’ya.” Seregil gave the solemn oath hand to his heart. Though you thrust your dagger at my eyes, I will not flinch.

Alec repeated it, too.

The wizard nodded, knowing that neither one of them would give it lightly.

“So what happened?” asked Seregil.

“He was found in his study by the servants this morning, still dressed from his outing with you.”

“I can assure you, we had no hand in that. He wasn’t a young man, Thero. Perhaps his heart just gave out.”

“Rather unluckily for you, I’m afraid. He collapsed at his desk and a letter was found under the body. Apparently he’d been writing it when he died. It’s addressed to Your Highness, though I don’t know which one, and-”

“And it says Seregil’s not to be trusted!” Alec groaned. “Bilairy’s Balls, I knew I should have taken it when I had the chance. Who has it now?”

“Korathan. I’m surprised I got here before his guards did.”

“Damn!”

“It would be better if we go to him on our own,” said Seregil.

“I’ll go with you,” said Thero. “Do you think Malthus has any idea that Laneus tried to have you killed?”

“Well, he does now, I suspect. I played it innocent last night, and given Malthus’s reaction to my story, I don’t think he knew anything about it. His only fault was in telling Laneus what he and I spoke of. With the duke gone, we may just be able to save Malthus from Traitor’s Gate.”

“Seregil, he’s been helping to depose the rightful heir,

whether he was going along with regicide or not. And the others were serious enough about it to kill you and Alec to protect their secret. Why are you still so loyal to him? I know you’ve been friends with him for a long time, but treason is treason.”

“I know. According to Laneus, though, they’re merely protecting Klia from being murdered by Reltheus and his lot. He bragged of his loyalty to Phoria and Elani.”

“Did you believe him?”

“Laneus? No. There must be more to his cabal than merely protecting Klia. Otherwise why would he try to have us killed rather than use us?”

“Indeed. If I were you, I’d get dressed, and quickly, before you have a larger escort,” Thero warned. “The sooner you appear before Korathan, the better.”

They left Wheel Street the back way, narrowly missing running into a turma of the City Regiment, who no doubt carried a demand from Korathan to attend him, or a warrant.

“Do you think they’ll arrest us on sight?” Alec asked nervously as they entered Silvermoon Street.

“I doubt it.”

Outside the gates to the palace grounds a throng of angry, shouting commoners were waving bits of cloth and various household implements over their heads.

“What’s going on?” Seregil asked a young noble watching from a safe distance across the street.

“It’s the quarantine, my lord,” the lad replied. “The sleeping death is striking people left and right now.”

Prince Korathan had issued a formal edict of quarantine after speaking with Valerius, but only on the areas where the sickness had occurred, rather than on the entire Lower City. The ends of those streets were boarded up and patrols of the City Guard joined the City Watch in patrolling the streets and rooftops once the riots began. Korathan managed to quell most of these quickly by sending in cartloads of food and ale, as reassurance that he didn’t mean to solve the problem by starving them. But the patrols and barricades remained in place.

“He’s feeding them, isn’t he?” said Alec.

“But not their families, who continue to suffer from the shortages.”

“If it was one of you, you wouldn’t leave them in that pest hole!” a woman across the street shouted, shaking a broom at the Palace. “Bad enough the high-and-mightys are starving us. Now they’re leaving our loved ones to die alone.”

“Plague don’t strike the nobles, does it?” someone yelled back.

The roar of the crowd swelled, some demanding their family members back, others shouting for flour and meat.

Guards with halberds parted the crowd for them. Inside the grounds, all was peaceful except for the distant shouting. A full troop of mounted guards sat their horses near the Palace entrance, armed with truncheons, and there was considerable activity down at the nearby cavalry barracks.

“This looks serious,” Alec murmured as they left their horses with a groom and went inside.

“I’ve never seen the like.”

No one tried to stop or apprehend them as they entered the receiving hall, either. Instead a servant led them to the small audience chamber, a room almost as grim as the palace exterior, and one with which they were already acquainted. It was long and rather narrow, and lit by a row of stained-glass slit windows set just below the vaulted ceiling. At the far end, several rows of long oak benches faced a large throne on a raised dais. The vicegerent’s banner hung behind it, signifying that Phoria was out of the city, and that Korathan dealt with all state business while she was away at war. At the moment the chamber was empty except for the three of them and the servant at the door keeping watch on them.

“I hate this room,” Thero muttered, sitting stiffly on one of the front benches.

“So do I,” Alec agreed as he paced restlessly back and forth.

Seregil sat down beside Thero. “We generally don’t get a warm welcome here. I’d be happier if we’d been taken to Korathan’s chambers.”

“I don’t welcome possible traitors there,” the prince said as he swept in with a female wizard.

Alec recognized the woman; she was Korathan’s wizard, Ymany, and a truth knower. He and the others dropped to one knee with a fist pressed to their chest before the dais.

“I see you’ve preempted my summons,” Korathan noted, sitting down in the ornate chair to the right of the throne.

“I brought them,” Thero told him.

“I won’t even ask how you knew before I did,” Korathan said with a sigh. “I suppose you two have come to explain yourselves?”

“Yes, Your Highness,” Seregil told him, remaining formal under the circumstances and in front of the wizard. “We were aware of the letter and its rather ambiguous contents.”

“Really? And how is that?”

“I saw it last night,” Alec told him.

Korathan raised an expectant eyebrow. “Why would Laneus, who thought you were friends, write such a letter?”

“Probably for the same reason he tried to have us killed,” Seregil replied.

“Twice,” added Alec.

“You’re certain of that?”

Seregil nodded.

“And it’s still your belief that Klia has no part in the business, nor supports it in any way?”

“More than ever,” Thero replied.

“No one understands the gravity of the situation better than we do, Highness,” Seregil told him. “Laneus’s letter was addressed to Your Highness. That could implicate not only Klia, but Princess Aralain or yourself, as well. We don’t want to place you in the position of having to keep our secrets from the queen any more than you already have. But I swear to you by my life that Alec and I are acting only on Skala’s behalf.”

“That’s not completely true, Highness,” Ymany said.

Korathan gave Seregil a level look, waiting.

“And to save Klia.” It was the truth and the wizard nodded.

“Very well. What new information have you gathered in your mysterious ways?”

“I believe I may have been attacked by some of Sarien’s men last night.” Seregil took out the bronze charm and gave it to him.

“Yes, his soldiers wear these,” Korathan said, staring unhappily down at it. “But soldiers give these things away to children and loved ones, too. Anyone could have one.”

“That’s one explanation,” Seregil allowed. “Or maybe someone wanted to throw suspicion Sarien’s way, although they’d have had no idea that I was going to tear it from the man’s neck.”

“Then what exactly do you suggest I do?”

“Give us a little longer to find proof of Klia’s innocence.”

“And the letter mentioning you?”

“Give out that it was some misunderstanding? You could say the man had a grudge against me. It’s the truth anyway.”

Korathan glanced at his wizard, who nodded. “Did you have a hand in Laneus’s death?”

“No.”

The wizard nodded again.

Korathan thought for a moment, then said, “I can’t look the other way for much longer. I need you to work more quickly.”

Seregil and the others bowed with their fist to their chests again. “Of course.”