Incidents?
She hesitated; he marked it. But he waited. The first was a man selling a cure for baldness that actually appeared to workinstantly.
He raised one pale brow. It is Elani street.
Sir. This time she did glance at Severn; his chin dipped slightly down. We took the merchants name. Corporal Handred acquired a sample of the tonic.
Youbelieve that this was genuine.
Much as I hate to admit it, yes.
Go on.
The second incident of note, youve already heard about. Alyssa Larienne.
Lady Alyssa Larienne is young, idealistic, and convinced of her own importance.
Severn cleared his throat.
Corporal?
I would say that she is young, insecure, and in need of someone to convince her of that import.
She throws her weight around Kaylin broke in.
If she was certain she had that weight, she wouldnt need to throw it.
Kaylin shrugged. For whatever reason, shes been a client of Margots for many months.
Margot Hemming?
The same.
Margot Hemming is not, to my knowledge, and to the knowledge of Imperial Records, a mage. She has no training, and no notable talent or skill. She is, by human standards, striking. She is forty years of age
She cant be forty.
She is forty years of age, he repeated, spacing the words out thinly and evenly. And she has twice been charged with fraud in the last twenty-five. She is not violent, she has no great pretensions, and for the last decade, she has settled into the life of a woman of modest, respectable means.
Kaylin glanced at the flat surface of a mirror that reflected nothing, and the Hawklord continued. She has no known criminal ties, she is despised by the merchants guild, she donates money to the Foundling Halls.
Kaylins brows disappeared into her hairline. She what?
She can afford it.
Thats not the point.
No. It is not. She has very few clients of any significant political standing. Garavan Larienne does not travel to her shop, nor does his wife. She supports no political causes that we are aware of, and believe that I have demanded every possible legal record that she might be associated with, however distantly. But she has, today, single-handedly caused the Hawksand the Swords, and possibly indirectly, the Wolvesmore difficulty than the Arcanum has in its entire history.
Kaylin closed her eyes.
What did Margot Hemming do, Private?
She told a fortune, more or less.
I am aware of the fortunes contents. He turned. The other difficulties?
After the incident with Margot, we paid a visit to Evantons. Evanton said thatthere was an incident in the store, involving his apprentice.
Did it also involve the future of arguably the most politically powerful human in Elantra?
No, sir.
Then I am not interested in the details at this present moment. Continue.
It was also of a magical nature. Evanton thinksthoughtthat there is an unusually strong flux in the magical potential of a specific area, and its causing things to go completely out of whack.
His words?
Not exactly.
What, exactly, were his words?
He thought I should speak with Sanabalis
Lord Sanabalis.
Lord Sanabalis. Now.
Far be it from me to ignore the urgent advice of so important a man, the Hawklord replied.
He thinks it could be disastrous if we dont
It has already been almost disastrous. At this particular moment in my career, I fail to see how it could be worse. Take Corporal Handred with you, avoid any discussion of Larienne, and avoid, as well, any men who obviously bear his colors. Go directly to Lord Sanabalis, make your report, and return directly here. If I am absent, wait.
Sir.
The Imperial Palace, home of future etiquette lessons, loomed in the distance of carriage windows like the cages outside of Castle Nightshade. The flags were, as they almost always were, at full height, and the wind at that height was impressive today; it buffeted clouds.
Severn, seated across from Kaylin, glanced at her arms. It wasnt a pointed glance, but she rolled back one sleeve, exposing the heavy, golden bracer that bracketed her wrist. The unnatural gems, socketed in a line down its length, gleamed in the darkened interior of the carriage. He nodded, and she rolled her sleeve down, covering it. By Imperial Edict, and by the Hawklords commandwhich were in theory the same thingshe wore it all the time.
It prevented the unpredictable magic she could sometimes use from bubbling to the surface in disastrous ways. It unfortunately also prevented the more predictableto Kaylinmagic that was actually helpful from being used, so it didnt always reside on her wrist, edict notwithstanding. Her magic could be used to heal the injured, and it was most often used when the midwives called her in on emergencies.
But it was this wild magic, and the unpredictable and unknown nature of it, that was at the root of the Magical Studies classes she was taking with Sanabalis. The Imperial Court reasoned that if she could use and channel magic like actual working mages did, she would be in control of it. And, in theory, the Court would be in control of her, because indirectly they paid her salary, and she liked to eat.
It was also the magic that was at the heart of etiquette lessons. The Dragon Emperor was not famed for his tolerance and sense of humor. He was, in fact, known for his lack of both. But Sanabalis, Tiamaris, and even the ancient Arkon who guarded the Imperial Library as if it was his personal hoardlargely because it wasall felt that she would soon have to come to Court and spend time in the presence of the Dragon who ruled them all. They wanted her to survive it, although Sanabalis on some days seemed less certain.
The carriage rolled to a halt in the usual courtyard. It was not an Imperial Carriage; most Hawks who didnt have Lord somewhere in their name didnt have regular use of those. It did bear the Hawk symbol, and a smaller version of the Imperial Crest, but it also needed both paint and a good, solid weeks worth of scrubbing.
Still, it did the job. The men who always stood in the courtyard opened the side doors, but they didnt offer her either the small step that seemed to come with most fancy carriages, or help getting out of the seat that was so damn uncomfortable on long, bumpy rides. They just opened the door, peered briefly in, and got out of the way.
She handed one of them the letter Caitlin had written. Marcus had signed it with a characteristic bold paw print under a signature that wasif you knew Leontinesmostly legible. Caitlin, on the other hand, had done the sealing. Marcus didnt care for wax.
He hadnt much cared for her destination, either, but only barely threatened to rip out her throat if she embarrassed the department, which was bad; it meant he had other things on his mind. His eyes had never once shaded back to their familiar gold.
The man who had taken the sealed letter returned about fifteen minutes later, accompanied by a man she recognized, although not by name.
Lord Sanabalis, this man said, with a stiff bow, will see you. Please follow me.
She started to tell him she knew the way, and bit her tongue.
She started to tell him she knew the way, and bit her tongue.
Sure enough, she did know the way, because he took her to Sanabaliss personal meeting room. It wasnt an office; there was no sign of a desk, or anything that looked remotely business-likebesides the Dragon Lord himselfin the room. And it had windows that did not, in fact, give out lectures on decorum, dress, and the use of racially correct language to random passersby. The windows here, on the other hand, were impressive, beveled glass that looked out on one of the best views of the Halls of Law in the city.
If this, he told Kaylin, indicating one of the many chairs positioned in front of the one he occupied, is about your class schedule, I will be tempted to reduce you to ash on the spot. As his eyes were the familiar gold that Marcuss hadnt been since shed returned to the office, she assumed this was what passed for Dragon humor, and she took a chair.
Severn did likewise.
Its not about the class schedule, although if you want my opinion
Sanabalis raised a pale, finely veined hand. It looked like an older mans hand, but it could, in a pinch, probably drive a dent into solid rock. Dragons could look like aged wise men, but it was only ever cosmetic. They were immortal, like the Barrani. They lacked Barrani magnetism, and their unearthly beauty and grace, but Kaylin assumed that was because they didnt actually care what the Barrani or the merely mortal thought of them. At all.
I believe, given previous exposure to your opinions, I can derive it from first principles.
Severn coughed. Kaylin glared at the side of his face, because for Severn, this was laughter that hed only barely managed to contain. There was an incident in Elani street today.
So much for gold. His eyes started the shade-shift into bronze the minute she mentioned the street. I take it, she added, you heard.
We were informedimmediatelyby Lord Grammayre, yes. I am not at liberty to discuss it at the moment. I am barely at liberty to have this meeting, he added. But in general, you come to the Palace with information that is relevant, and often urgent. Do not, however, waste my time.
I didnt cause the incident. I caused outrage because I didnt immediately obey the orders of a pissed-off noble.
Understood. You have information on what did cause the incident?
Not directly.
He snorted. Small plumes of smoke left his nostrils, which was unusual. Evanton sent me, she said quickly.
The Keeper sent you?
She nodded. He started to talk about magical potential, and the sudden surge he felt in Elani.
Sanabalis was silent. It wasnt a good silence.
Hethe incident with Alyssa Lariennehe thought the magical potential shift was responsible for it somehow.
Let me reverse my earlier position, he said quietly. What were the other incidents?
She told him.
His eyes were now the color of new copper. And these incidents, he finally said, rising and turning his face toward the window. Did they all occur within roughly the same area?
It was Severn who answered. We arent entirely certain of that.
How uncertain are you, and why?
You are no doubt aware that Sergeant Mallory made a few changes to the official office out of which the Hawks operate. One of those changes was
The window, yes. I can tell you his requisition raised a few eyebrows in the Order.
The window is perhaps not the most popular addition to the office. It is, however, impervious to most casual attempts to harm it.
Go on.
Someone attempted to dampen or neutralize the magic on the windowor so we believed.
Tampering with official property?
As I said, that was our belief at the time. Given the nature of the enchantment
It would be entirely believable. What happened?
The window now greets visitorsand staffby name. Among other things. Its lectures have become more directed.
The names could possibly have been carried over from any connection with Records, and I assume, given the requisition request, that connection would be mandatory.
That was the theory. The window began, however, to greet visitors by name, as well, and some of those visitors dont exist in our Records. None of the Hawks are mages. We naturally assumed, given the nature of the original enchantment, that the attempt to disenchant the window had simply skewed it.
Sanabalis raised a hand, not to silence Severn, but to touch the window that separated them from high, open sky. Kaylins hair began to stand on end.
The window darkened instantly, shutting out both sunlight and the sight of the Halls of Law. The bars that separated the panes seemed to melt into the surface of what had once been glass until the entire bay looked like a smooth, featureless trifold wall.
Records, Sanabalis said, and the blackness rippled at the force of the single word. So, Kaylin swore, did the ground. He was using his dragon voice. The mirrorsuch as it wasrippled again, and this time light coalesced in streaks of horizontal lines. Sanabalis inhaled. Kaylin lifted her hands to cover her ears. Severn caught them both in his and pulled them down as the dragon spit out a phrase that Kaylin could literally feel pass through her.
When you finally get called to Court, Severn told her, when it was silent again, you wont be able to do that. Not more than once.
Theyll She grimaced. I just assumed theyd be speaking High Barrani. She swallowed, nodded, and wondered how bad a Court meeting would be if she couldnt actually hear anything after the first few sentences.
Severn released her hands; they both turned to face the image that Sanabalis had called so uncomfortably into being. It was, to Kaylins surprise, a map. We, the Dragon Lord said, without looking away from the lines that now stretched, in different shades, and in different widths, across the entire surface area, are here. A building seemed to dredge itself out of the network of lines, assuming solid shape and texture; it was, however, small.
The Halls, as you can see, are here. A miniature version of the Halls also seemed to grow out of the surface of the map.
The Keepers responsibility is here. He gestured, and a third building rose out of the map. Kaylin frowned as it did. She walked past Evantons shop at least a dozen times a day when she was sent to Elani on patrol. That shop and the one that now emerged at Sanabaliss unspoken command had nothing in common.
Private, is there some difficulty?
She turned to Severn. Severn, does that look like Evantons place to you?
No.
Sanabalis frowned. It is a representation of The frown deepened, cutting off the rest of his words. His eyes narrowed and he leaned toward the emerging building. He neednt have bothered; the building that had started out in miniature began to expand, uprooting the lines that were meant to represent streets or rivers as if they were dusty webs.
The dragon spoke, loudly, at the image. It froze in place.
It appears, he said softlyor at least softly compared to his previous wordsthat we have a serious problem.
CHAPTER 3
When a Dragon of Sanabaliss power uses the word problem in that tone of voice, you start to look for two things: a good weapon, and a place to hide, because, when it comes right down to it, the weapons going to be useless. Kaylin, aware of this, did neither.