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.
Problem? she said, staring at the malformed map. Sanabalis didnt appear to have heard her. Clearing her throat, she said, What are the distances from the Palace to the Halls, the Halls to Elani and the Palace to Elani?
I would prefer, at this point, not to ask, he replied. Suffice it to say it is not an insignificant distance. The full length of Elani itself would not have been an insignificant distance, given the perturbations youve described. I am now assuming that either Margot or the young Alyssa Larienne drew upon the waiting potential and used it. That they did so entirely without intent
Come, he told them both, and turned away from the mirror.
Where are we going?
You are going to the courtyard. I will meet you there with an Imperial Carriage.
Why?
I would prefer not to use magic at this point. I would also prefer to have no one else use it. Word of this zone, if we can even deduce its boundaries, will spread. We cannot afford to have it touched or used by the wrong people.
Kaylin stilled. People can deliberately use it?
Not without effort, and not without unpredictable results. Mages are likely to find their spells much more powerful in that zone, and if they are not prepared for it and they are using the wrong spells, it could prove fatal. It is not, however, for the mages that I am concerned.
This has happened before, she said, voice flat.
Yes, of course it has. Magic is not easily caged or defined. It has not, however, happened over an area this large in any recent history.
How recent is recent?
The existence of our current Empire.
Immortals.
If Kaylin had any curiosity about where Sanabalis had gone in the brief interval before he met them in the courtyard, it was satisfied before they left the Palace: she could hear the thunderous clap of syllables that was the equivalent of dragon shouting. The Imperial guards, to give them their due, didnt even blink as she and Severn walked past.
But if Dragons were immortal, an emergency was still an emergency; they waited for maybe fifteen minutes in total before Sanabalis, looking composed and grim, met them. Do not, he said, although Kaylin hadnt even opened her mouth, ask. He glared at the carriage door, and it opened, although admittedly it opened at the hands of footmen.
The ride was grim, silent, and fast. Imperial Carriages were built for as much comfort as a carriage allowed, and people got out of its way. Sanabalis had the door open when it hit the Halls yard; the Halls, unlike the Palace, expected people to more or less do things for themselves. He waited until the precise moment someone else had a hand on the horses jesses, and then jumped down. Kaylin and Severn did the same, following him as quickly as they could without breaking into a run.
Sanabalis wasnt running, of course.
There was what wouldnt pass for a cursory inspection at the front doors; Sanabalis gave his name, but the formality of crossed polearms failed to happen because Sanabalis also didnt stop moving. They didnt have time to send a runner ahead, at least not on foot, but there were Aerians practicing maneuvers in the Aerie that opened up just behind the front doors, and Kaylin noticed the way at least one shadow dropped out of formation.
Lord Grammayre was, uncharacteristically, not in his Tower when they finally crested the last corner and hit the office proper. Nor was Marcus behind his desk. The two of them were standing more or less in the space in front of Caitlins desk, which was what passed for a reception area this deep into the Halls itself. They turned to greet Sanabalis as he walked briskly toward them.
Lord Sanabalis, the Hawklord said, bowing.
Lord Grammayre. I have need of your Hawks.
Of course.
Let us repair to the West Room. We can discuss the nature of their deploymentand their new schedule.
Marcus didnt even blink.
For reasons which will become clear, I would like to shut down the use of Records except in emergencies. He turned to the small mirror on the wall. Records, he said. Which would clearly make this an emergency.
Lord Grammayre lifted his left wing, and then nodded.
I have spoken with the Imperial Order of mages. The Emperor is currently evaluating the possibility of a quarantine on the Arcanum. Map, Elantra.
A map that was in no way the equal of the one hed called on in the Palace shimmered into view. For one, it occupied a much smaller surface. Reaching out, Sanabalis touched three points on the map; they were familiar to Kaylin.
A quarantine? the Hawklord asked, watching the map shift colors where the Dragon Lord had touched it.
Sanabalis nodded grimly. I will, he added, speak with the Lord of Swords when I am finished here. If it is possible, it will be his duty to see that it is enforced.
That is not likely to make the Emperor more popular with the Arcanists.
Nothing short of his disappearance would do that. The Arcanists are a concern, but they are not the cause of the current difficulty. They are merely the most obvious avenue for turning it into a disaster. Here, he added. Here, and here. At the moment, they are sites in which what I will call leakage for the purpose of discussion has been known to occur. The leakage in your officethe windowsis not as severe as the incidents that occurred in Elani street.
It does not, however, matter. Peoples expectations during this unfortunate leakage guide some of its effects. Our historical Records are, as might be expected, veiled. The Arkon is looking over them now.
Are there historical Records that would be relevant, Lord Sanabalis?
There are. They are not exactly fonts of optimism, however. What we need the Hawks to do is, as Private Neya would colloquially put it, hit the streets. We need to ascertain what the boundaries of the area are. Look for the unusual. Look for the miraculous. Take note of the usual crimes or deaths, but examine them for anyunexplainedphenomenon. This has to start now, he added.
The Emperor himself will speak to the Master Arcanist. He has been summoned to Court as a precaution. At the moment however, the Arcanum sits squarely outside of the area marked by the three geographical incidents. With luck, it will remain that way.
Sergeant Kassan, Sanabalis added, you may assure your Hawks that they will be adequately reimbursed for their extra duties.
Marcus looked as though he had just swallowed something more unpleasant than a weeks worth of unforwarded reports. Several of the Hawks are involved in the current investigation into the Exchequer.
It pains me to say this, Sergeant Kassan, but both dutiesthe more subtle and now-endangered investigation, and the much less predictable magical onemust be fully discharged.
As Private Neya is not currently involved in the former, I suggest you deploy her in the latter. I have taken the liberty of arranging an appointment with the Oracular Halls, as she had some success in not offending the man who runs it on her previous visit. I would recommend that you send both her and her current partner.
I have Kaylin began.
Private Neya will, however, be excused her classes.
Kaylin shut her mouth.
Or rather, Sanabalis continued, her classes under my tutelage. I was unable to shift the class schedule for the etiquette lessons, and it is vital that she not offend that teacher. He turned to Kaylin. If anything is untoward or of particular interest in the Oracular Halls, you will return to the Palace to report to me.
Kaylin glanced at Marcus, who nodded stiffly, and managed not to growl. Given the state of his hair, much of which was standing on end, it was surprising. In a good way.
As if he could read that stray thought, the Sergeant added, And youll report back at the Halls after youve been debriefed at the Palace.
But
I dont care how late it is. From the sounds of it, the office will be operating under extended hours. He grimaced, which in Leontine involved more fur and ears than actual facial expression. Ill mirror my wives and let them know.
She didnt envy him that call.
The appointment with the Oracular Halls was, ironically enough, one hour in the future. Sanabalis handed Kaylin a very official document with the unmistakable seal of the Eternal Emperor occupying the lower left quarter, where words werent.
Take the Imperial Carriage. Master Sabrai will be expecting you, he told her. He did not, of course, have time to respond to or question the request, and he did not look terribly surprised to receive it, which is telling.
What it told Sanabalis, Kaylin wasnt sure; Sabrai was an oracle, after all, and they were supposed to be able to thresh glimpses of the future out of the broken dreams and visions of the Halls many occupants. What am I supposed to discuss as the official representative of the Imperial Court?
Im sure youll think of something. Given the lack of disaster during your last visitin spite of your many attempts to contravene the rules for visitors to the HallsI am willing to trust your discretion in this matter.
Someone cursed, loudly, in Leontine. Kaylin recognized the voice: it was Teelas.
Well, she told Sanabalis, Severn and I will head there immediately. She managed to make it out of the office as other voices, mostly Barrani, joined Teelas. Marcus had apparently already started the who-hates-the-duty-roster-most game, and while the Barrani in the office were Hawks first, they were still Barrani. Barrani in a foul mood were a very special version of Hell, which, if you were lucky, you survived intact.
Given the way the day had started, she didnt feel particularly lucky.
It isnt cowardice, Severn said, with a wry grin, because he understood her sudden desire for punctuality. Its common sense.
The Oracular Halls, as befitted any mystical institution that labored in service to the Eternal Emperor, was imposing. Constructed of stone in various layers that suggested a very sharp cliff face, it was surrounded on all sides by a fence that looked as if it would impale any careless bird that landed on it. The posts were grounded by about three feet of stone that was at least as solid as the walls it protected; it wasnt going to be blown over by a storm, a mage, or an angry Leontine.
A Dragon, on the other hand, wouldnt have too much trouble.
In the center of the east side of the fence, which fronted the wide streets that led up to and around it, was a guardhouse. It was late in the day, but the hour did not lead to less guards; there seemed to be more than the last time shed visited at the side of Lord Sanabalis. She counted eight visible men, and those eight wore expensive, very heavy armor. They also carried swords.
Severn glanced at her as the carriage came to a halt, but said nothing.
The guards didnt meet the carriage itself; they waited until it disgorged its occupants. Said occupants walkedin much less heavy armorto the wide, very closed, doors that led to the grounds. To Kaylins surprise, the guards didnt demand her name or her business. Then again, the first thing she did was hand them the paper that Sanabalis had handed her.
A lot of clanking later, the doors opened.
Master Sabrai is waiting, one of the men told her. He will meet you when you enter.
The rules that governed visitors to the Oracular Halls were pretty simple: Dont speak to anyone. Dont touch anyone. Dont react if someone screams and runs away at the sight of you.
The first time Kaylin had come up against these rules they had been confusing right up until the moment shed entered the building. She understood them better now, and wasnt surprised when she entered the Halls and saw a young girl teetering precariously on the winding steps that punctuated the foyer, singing to herself in a language that almost sounded like Elantran if you werent trying to make any sense of it.
Master Sabrai was, as the guard had suggested, waiting to greet them. Kaylin tendered him a bow; Severn tendered him a perfect bow. He nodded to each in turn, and Kaylin remembered, belatedly, that all visitors to these Halls were called supplicants.
Master Sabrai looked every inch the noble. His hair was iron-gray, and his beard was so perfectly tended it might as well have been chiseled. He wore expensive clothing, and if his hands werent entirely bejeweled, the two rings he did wear were very heavy gold with gems that suited that size. He had the bearing and posture of a man who was used to being obeyed.
Once that would have bothered Kaylin. In truth, in another man, it would have set her teeth on edge now.
Private Neya, Master Sabrai said. Your companion?
Corporal Handred, also of the Hawks.
You have apprised him of the rules for visitors?
I have. She grimaced, and added, Hes better at following rules than I generally am. Hell cause no trouble here.
Good. I am afraid that your visit here was not unexpected, and it is for that reason that I am here. Sigrenne is at the moment attempting to quiet two of the children, one of whom you met on a previous visit.
Everly? But he doesnt talk
No. He doesnt. I was speaking of a young girl.
Kaylin remembered the child, although she couldnt remember the name. Shes the one who saw She stopped. Shes upset?
She had planted herself firmly in the door and would only be moved by force. She was not notably upset until her removal. I believe she was looking forward to reading you. Those were her exact words. She also, he added, glancing at the covered mirrors that adorned part of the foyer, attempted to decorate. She seemed to be afraid of the mirrors, which is not, with that child, at all the usual case. Come, please. Let us go to the Supplicant room.
Sigrenne, still large and still intimidatingly matronly in exactly the same way as Marrin of the Foundling Hallbut without the attendant fur, fangs, and clawswas waiting for Master Sabrai in the Supplicant room. She was not on guard duty, so she didnt resemble an armor-plated warrior, unless you actually paid attention to her expression.
That expression softenedslightlywhen she caught sight of Kaylin. Youre the Supplicant? she asked.
Well, sort of. One of the Supplicants, at any rate.
How is Marrin?
Doing really well. I swear, someone rich left all their money to the Foundling Halls. Ive never heard so few complaints from her.