[Study 02] - Magic Study Page 25

  “Are you too tired for a match?” Janco asked. “I want to make sure you’re at your best when I beat you.” He smiled sweetly.

  “He’s been getting into trouble all day,” Ari said. “Too much time spent standing around, guarding Ambassador Signe and Adviser Ilom as they sat through one meeting after another.”

  “Boring!” agreed Janco.

  The fact that Valek had managed to fool Ari and Janco with his Ilom disguise made me feel a little better about his presence in Sitia.

  “I could be half-asleep and still beat you, Janco,” I countered with my own boast.

  He spun his bow and stepped back into a fighting stance. I picked my bow up and set my mind into my zone of concentration. I attacked.

  “Good to know you’re keeping fit,” Janco puffed. He retreated a few feet, but counterattacked with determination. “She’s strong and spry, but can she fly?” Janco chanted.

  I smiled, realizing how much I had missed his fighting rhymes. A second before he moved, I knew that he would feint high to draw my guard up so he could strike my exposed ribs. My failure to take the bait and to counter the rib strike shocked Janco into silence. Laughing, I drove him back, swept his feet out from under him, and scooted back to avoid the splash of mud when he dropped into a puddle.

  Wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, Janco said, “Gee, Ari, and you were worried about her.”

  “She’s learned a new trick since coming to Sitia,” Cahil said. He was leaning on the training yard’s fence, and must have watched the match.

  Ari’s posture turned defensive and alert as Cahil moved to join us. Armed with his long sword, Cahil wore a loose sand-colored tunic and brown pants.

  After I introduced Cahil, Ari still didn’t relax. He kept a wary eye on him. I hoped Ari and Janco didn’t recognize Cahil’s name. Names of the dead King’s family were not mentioned in the Commander’s history books of the takeover, and if the older citizens of Ixia remembered, they kept it to themselves.

  “What trick?” Janco asked.

  “A magic trick. She anticipated your every move by reading your mind. Devious, isn’t she?” Cahil asked.

  Before Janco could respond, I said, “I didn’t read his mind. I kept my own mind open and picked up on his intentions.”

  “Sounds like the same thing to me,” Cahil countered. “Leif was right when he accused you of using magic to beat me that time we sparred in the forest. Not only devious, but a liar, too.”

  I placed a hand on Ari’s arm to keep him from throttling Cahil. “Cahil, I didn’t need to read your mind. Truth is you’re not as skilled as Ari and Janco. In fact, they taught me to find that zone of concentration, or else I never would have the chance to win against them. There is only one person I know who could take them on and win without any help,” I said.

  Janco considered. “One?” He scratched at the scar in his right ear, thinking.

  “Valek,” Ari said.

  “Oh, yes. The infamous Valek. I’m sure his lover would think that highly of him. Or should I call you his spy?” Cahil stared at me in challenge.

  “I think you should leave. Now,” Ari said. His voice rumbled close to a growl.

  “This is my home. Thanks to Valek. You leave,” Cahil said to Ari, but his eyes never left my face.

  Janco stepped between us. “Let’s see if I have this right,” he said to Cahil. “Yelena beats you, so you want a rematch, but you think she’ll use her magic instead of her fighting skills to win. That’s quite the quandary.” Janco pulled at his goatee. “Since I taught her everything she knows, and I don’t have any magic, thank fate, how about you fight me? Your long sword against my bow.”

  “You taught her everything?” Ari asked.

  Janco waved away his comment. “Details, details. I’m thinking big picture here, Ari.”

  Cahil agreed to the match. With a confident expression, Cahil assumed a fighting stance then attacked. Janco’s bow blurred and he unarmed Cahil within three moves. His mood didn’t improve when Janco told Cahil he needed to use a lighter sword.

  “She helped you,” Cahil said to Janco. “I should know better than to trust a bunch of northerners.” Cahil stalked away with the promise of a future encounter flaming in his eyes.

  I shrugged his comments off. Cahil wouldn’t ruin my time with my friends. Challenging Janco to another match, I swung my bow toward him, but he blocked it with ease and countered with one of his lightning-fast jabs.

  The three of us worked together for a while. Even connected to my mental zone, Ari still beat me twice.

  Ari grinned. “I’m trying not to project my intentions,” he said after dumping me in the mud.

  The daylight disappeared in a hurry. Tired, covered with layers of mud and sweat and smelling as if I could attract dung beetles, I longed for a bath.

  Before Ari and Janco headed back to the Citadel, Ari put a large hand on my shoulder. “Be extremely careful. I don’t like the way Cahil looked at you.”

  “I’m always careful, Ari.” I waved and aimed my sore body toward the bathhouse.

  The cooling season was ending; I could see the Ice Queen constellation glittering in the clear night sky. The half-moon glowed like a jewel. Only six days until the full moon. I shivered in the cold air. The puddles would be frozen by morning.

  My thoughts lingered on Cahil and how fast our relationship had changed back to those first days when he had believed I was a northern spy. A full circle. I reached for my snake bracelet, spinning it around my arm.

  Only when I noticed that the campus seemed strangely empty and quiet did I look around for my guards. Used to their presence, it took me a few moments before I realized that they no longer followed me.

  Pulling my bow, I searched for attackers. I saw no one. I drew power to project my awareness out, but a bug bit me on the neck, and, distracted, I slapped at it. My fingers found a tiny dart. The hollow metal end dripped with my blood.

  I lied to Ari. I wasn’t careful. I had trusted my guards to keep me safe. Hundreds of excuses for my lapse churned through my mind as the world around me began to spin. No one to blame but myself.

  Unfortunately this acknowledgement of my own stupidity didn’t prevent the blackness from claiming me.

  27

  A SHARP PAIN AND A BURNING numbness in my shoulders roused me from sleep. With a rank taste in my dry mouth, I glanced around. Nothing looked familiar. And why was I standing? Not standing, but hanging. Looking up, I spotted the reason for my position. My wrists were manacled to the ends of a long chain that hung from a thick wooden beam in the ceiling. Once I put my weight on my feet, the pain in my shoulders eased somewhat.

  Studying my surroundings, I saw rusted shovels and dirt encrusted hoes lining the wooden walls. Spiderwebs clung to dull-edged scythes. Dust coated the tools. Sunlight filtered in through small cracks and holes, illuminating what I guessed to be an abandoned shed with a muted light.

  My confusion about how I had gotten here disappeared the moment I heard his voice behind me.

  “We’ll start your lessons now.” Goel’s satisfied tone caused my stomach to lurch.

  “Turn around and see what I have planned for you,” he said.

  My skin prickled with fear, but I forced my face into a neutral expression before I spun. A smirk lit Goel’s face as he gestured to a table on his right. Weapons and exotic instruments of torture covered the top. A wagon containing an empty burlap sack was to the left of Goel. The structure was bigger than I had thought. The shed’s door loomed behind him, appearing impossibly far to me, but in reality only ten feet.

  Goel followed my gaze and smiled. “Bolted and locked. We’re in a forgotten place far away from the Keep.” He picked up a small black leather whip that had metal spikes on the ends.

  The Keep! I pulled some power to me and projected a desperate mental call. Irys.

  “How’re the ribs?” I asked, trying to distract him.

  He frowned and touched the side of his chest. “T
hat horse is gonna make a tasty stew.” He smacked his lips. “But that’s later.” He raised the whip.

  Yelena! Thank fate you’re alive. Where are you? Irys’s worried voice sounded in my mind.

  A shed somewhere.

  Goel stepped closer to strike me with the whip. I kicked him in the stomach. He jumped back more from surprise than pain.

  “Me mistake,” he said, retreating to his table. “Not to worry. I’ll fix.” He picked up a dart, dipping it in a vial of liquid.

  The sleeping potion. I thought fast.

  I need more information. Is Ferde with you? Irys asked.

  Not Ferde. Goel.

  Goel?

  No time. I’ll explain later.

  Goel loaded the dart into a hollow pipe. He aimed. I laughed. The pipe wavered as he squinted at me in confusion.

  “I can’t believe it,” I said.

  “Believe what?” He lowered the weapon.

  “That you’re afraid of me. No, not afraid. Terrified.” I laughed again. “You can’t beat me in a fair fight so you ambush and drug me. And even when I’m chained, you’re still scared.”

  “Am not.” He exchanged the pipe for a pair of manacles then dove for my feet.

  I struggled, but he outweighed me. In the end, my ankles were manacled together. Goel then staked the six-inch chain between the cuffs to the floor. No more kicking, but I remained awake, and I had another trick. Magic. My mind raced through options.

  I could try and freeze the muscles in his body, but I didn’t know how. Goel chose another whip from his table. This one was longer with braided leather and small metal balls tied into the fringes on the end.

  His arm blurred. I projected a confusing array of images into his mind.

  Goel lost his balance and fell to the ground. “Huh?” He seemed confused.

  As he regained his feet, I caught a slight movement behind Goel. The bolt moved and the knob turned. The door burst open with a rush of light. Two figures stood in the doorway. They pointed their swords at Goel’s heart. Ari and Janco.

  “Yelena, are you all right?” Ari asked. His eyes never left Goel’s surprised face.

  Janco came over and inspected the chains. “Keys?” he asked Goel, who pressed his lips together. “Guess I’ll have to do it the hard way.” Janco pulled his lock picks from his pocket.

  My first rush of relief at seeing my friends cooled. This rescue wouldn’t stop Goel from trying again. Even if he was arrested for kidnapping, Goel would harbor his grudge until freed and years from now, I might be in the exact same position. I had to deal with him. He needed to know that he couldn’t win against me.

  I shook my head at Janco. “I’ve got the situation under control. Go back to the Keep, I’ll meet you there.”

  Janco stared at me in astonished silence. Ari, though, trusted me. “Come on, she doesn’t need our help.” Ari sheathed his sword.

  Janco recovered. He flashed me one of his mischievous grins. “I’ll bet you a copper that she’ll be free in five minutes,” he said to Ari.

  Ari grunted in amusement. “A silver on ten minutes,” he countered.

  “I’ll bet you both a gold coin that she kills him,” Valek said from behind them. They moved aside and he entered, still dressed in his Adviser Ilom disguise. “The only way to take care of your problem. Right, love?”

  “No killing,” I said. “I’ll manage.”

  “He’s my man. I’ll handle this,” Cahil said from the doorway.

  Valek spun, but Cahil just stared at him for a moment before coming inside. “Goel, stand down,” Cahil ordered.

  Valek disappeared from sight. The crowded shed seemed to shrink in size and, by this point, I wouldn’t be surprised to see Irys and the other Masters following Cahil. We could all have a festival.

  During the conversations and arrivals, Goel’s face had transformed from stunned to horrified and finally settled into stubborn determination. “No,” he said to Cahil.

  “Goel, you were right about her. But this isn’t the way to deal with her. Especially not with her two henchmen nearby. Release her.”

  “I don’t take orders from you. Everyone else can pretend you’re in charge. I won’t.”

  “Are you challenging my authority?” Cahil demanded.

  “You don’t have any authority with me,” Goel shot back.

  Cahil’s face turned bright red as he sputtered. “How dare—”

  “Gentlemen!” I shouted. “You can fight it out later. Everyone leave. Now! My arms are killing me.”

  Janco pulled Cahil from the shed. Ari shut the door. Goel stood there blinking in the sudden darkness.

  “Where were we?” I prompted.

  “You can’t expect me…” He gestured toward the door.

  “Forget about them. You have more to worry about in here than outside.”

  He sneered. “You’re not really in the position to be boasting.”

  “And you don’t fully understand what it’s like to go against a magician.”

  The sneer faded from his lips.

  “You think I’m just some girl to be taught a lesson. That I should fear you. You’re the one who needs the lesson.” I gathered power to me and reached my awareness out to Goel’s.

  The word “magician” had only caused a brief feeling of doubt in Goel’s mind. After all, he thought, if she was a good magician, she wouldn’t have been so easy to catch.

  “A momentary lapse,” I said. Since he had no magical power, he couldn’t hear my thoughts, but I might be able to control him. I closed my eyes and projected myself into Goel, taking the chance that if I could do it with Topaz I should be able to do it with a person.

  He jumped as if struck by lightning when I entered his mind. Although glad that my transfer worked, being closer to Goel’s slimy thoughts made me wish for Topaz’s clean mind.

  When I focused Goel’s eyes on me, I understood why he thought so little of me. My hair hung in messy clumps. The combination of closed eyes, dirt-streaked face and mud covered clothes made me seem pathetic. A helpless figure in need of a bath.

  I felt his panic when he realized he had lost control of his body. He could still think, see and feel. I marveled at his physical strength, but I encountered some difficulty moving his body around. The proportions felt strange and balancing his body took a concentrated effort.

  He tried to regain control, but I pushed his weak efforts aside. I searched for the key to the manacles and found them in his pack under the table. Then I unlocked and removed the manacles from my body’s feet. Supporting myself with one of Goel’s arms, I unlocked the wrist cuffs. I grabbed my body before it could fall to the ground and lifted it up.

  It felt light as a pillow. My body breathed and blood pulsed. I carried it and laid it gently on the ground near the door. Using Goel’s thumb, I raised my left eyelid. Although my body lived, the spark of life was gone. Unnerved I stood and backed away.

  When the feeling of utter helplessness overcame Goel, I let him experience that sensation for a long while. Picking up a knife from the table, I cut a shallow line along his arm. I felt his pain from the cut, but it was muted and distant. Resting the tip of the blade on his chest, I wondered if I plunged the knife into his heart, would I kill us both?

  An interesting question that would have to be answered at another time. Kicking off his boots, I snapped the manacles around Goel’s ankles then I shortened the chain hanging from the overhead beam before locking his wrists into the cuffs. I savored the combination of fear, discomfort and chagrin that coursed through his mind before I projected myself back toward my own body.

  The shed spun for a moment when I opened my eyes. Fatigue coursed through my limbs. I stood in slow motion, but managed a smug smile at Goel’s new predicament. As I headed for the door, I thought I probably wouldn’t have discovered that magical skill working with Irys or the other magicians. And what exactly had I done? Transferred my magic? My will? My soul? I shied away from those disturbing thoughts. Taking con
trol of someone’s body and forcing him to move must be in violation of the Ethical Code. But when Goel kidnapped me he became a criminal. The Ethical Code didn’t apply to him. I almost laughed. I guess I should be grateful Goel attacked me. Now I knew another defensive magical move.

  Ari and Janco waited for me in the overgrown field that surrounded the shed. I saw a dilapidated fence and a collapsed barn and guessed we stood on an abandoned farm outside the Citadel. Valek and Cahil hadn’t waited for me.

  Ari smiled as Janco slapped a silver coin into his huge hand.

  “Your problem?” Ari asked me.

  “I left him hanging.”

  “What took you so long?” Janco complained.

  “I wanted to prove my point. Where’s…ah, Adviser Ilom and Cahil?”

  “Why the sudden concern for Ilom?” Janco asked with mock sincerity. “He’s a grown man with surprising abilities. That stuffy old bore appeared out of nowhere, did a dead perfect impression of Valek’s voice and disappeared as if by magic. The man’s a genius! I should have known he would come along. Valek wouldn’t miss all the fun.”

  The smile dropped from Ari’s face. “Valek’s going to get caught. Cahil made a beeline for the Citadel, probably to tell the Council members about Valek.”

  “Great disguise, though,” Janco said. “He had us fooled.”

  “Cahil already suspected Valek was here,” I said, shivering in the cold morning air. Now he knew for certain. “I’m sure Valek can handle it.” My tired mind, though, couldn’t produce a good solution.

  Ari went over to the shed and picked up my backpack from where it leaned against the side. “I thought you might need this.” He handed it to me.

  I found my cloak inside. Wrapping the warm garment around me I moved to sling the pack onto my back, but Ari took it from me.

  “Let’s go,” Ari said.

  He and Janco led me through the fallow fields. We passed an empty farmhouse.

  “Where are we?” I asked.

  “About two miles east of the Citadel,” Ari said.

  I stumbled just at the thought of walking two miles. “How did you find me?”

  “We followed your guards last night to make sure they knew what they were doing. By the time we realized they had been hit, you had disappeared,” Ari said.