"Well, of course he could; it's a simple enough Working," Idalia said with calm reproof. "The Mages use it all the time to take traumatic—or inconvenient—memories away from people. It's all for their own good, of course—and the good of the City." Idalia smiled again, her violet eyes suddenly hard and dark, and once more Kellen could see their father in her. "And if you'd been a good little boy, and agreed to do what they told you, they'd have taken away all the memories that made a rebel out of you and replaced them with memories of conforming. They would have told themselves that it would make you infinitely happier and better off."
"They would?" he asked numbly. "They do?"
The revelation rattled Kellen to his core—but after all he had been through, it didn't really surprise him. Only now was he beginning to understand how utterly ruthless the Mages were. If they could kill a man, surely killing his memories would be a minor issue for them.
Idalia toyed with the end of her braid as she watched him closely. "That was one of my problems, you see, all the things that the Mages do to the people for their own good. The other was that we mere females are not allowed to become Mages. We're too emotional, you see." Her lips twisted in an ironic half smile. "As if the Mage Council isn't ruled by every petty emotion there is. Hatred, fear, jealousy…"
Kellen barely heard her. He was feeling more than a little sick at the thought of Lycaelon—his own father—using magick on him without his knowledge. That was worse than spying on him, lying to him, searching his room to find his Books. He'd been invaded, manipulated, changed. And why? Just to eliminate a child's inconvenient questions?
Or to help cover up the fact that Idalia had ever existed at all, to make sure that her influence over him was gone?
Kellen swallowed hard. He'd thought there'd never been an Outlaw Hunt in his lifetime, before his. He'd obviously been wrong. And the question now was, how many Hunts had there been? How many of Armethalieh's citizens had been torn to pieces by enchanted stone Hounds— for the good of the City? How many memories had been erased so that no one would even remember the folk who'd been Banished had ever existed?
Kellen shuddered, feeling queasy. Idalia put a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Those memories that are gone—can they be put back?" he asked urgently, looking up into her face, and hoping he could regain this much, at least. Something more precious than things—something lost, something taken from him, something that was his by right. Something he wanted back.
Idalia met his gaze, and now there was pity in her eyes. "Oh, Kellen, no," she said softly. "What is cut away by Magecraft is gone forever. It can never be regained. But come on, let's get you dressed," she added briskly, ending the discussion. "You'll feel better, trust me."
Kellen, still stunned by what she had just told him, made no further complaint as Idalia helped him into the snug buckskin trousers that laced up the sides, and the long, soft leather shirt that fell nearly to his knees. Both were as soft as the finest velvet, and supple as silk, of a warm, golden color, the only ornamentation being the fancy stitching over the seams. They were beautifully, if simply, made.
"You'll need boots, too, of course. I'm working on a pair. They'll be ready soon, but you won't be needing them today. Now lean on me, and let's see if you can walk a few steps," Idalia said. She put an arm around his shoulders and lifted him to his feet with surprising strength.
The floor underfoot was wide pine planks, sanded smooth. Standing made Kellen feel dizzy and light-headed, but with Idalia's firm support he was able to make his way by slow steps into the other room of the cabin.
The outer room was even smaller than the sleeping room, and windowless, but a narrow doorway stood open into the spring sunshine. Most of one wall was taken up with a fireplace made of smooth grey river stones, and a small pine table, a ladderback chair, and a stool filled the rest of the compact space. The room reminded Kellen a bit of what he imagined a ship's cabin must look like, with everything carefully built-in and tucked away to conserve valuable space.
"That fireplace took me all of one summer to build, but it gets cold up here in the winter," Idalia said, nodding at the fireplace as she lowered Kellen into the chair. "When the snows come, you'll be glad of it, believe me."
Kellen was breathing hard, even after walking only a few steps, but he thought he could already feel his strength returning. In a day or two, he was pretty sure he'd be fully recovered. Surrounded by so much newness, he barely even registered Idalia's calm assumption that he'd be here—still here—when the snows came.
From his seat, Kellen could look out the door into the world outside the cabin. The area immediately around the cabin was packed earth, scrubbed clean even of grass. Farther away the ground was covered with scrub and bushes, and then the trees began. The cabin seemed to be set in the center of a woodland clearing, without any other cabins—or for that matter, a road—anywhere in sight. In the center of the cleared area, Kellen saw a ring of large stones with an iron brace built over it. Hanging on the brace was a large copper kettle, its sides blackened with soot. Near to where the trees began there was a large flat tree stump with an axe stuck in it, and some neatly stacked firewood—far more, it seemed to Kellen, than anyone could possibly use.
The whole arrangement seemed neat and orderly and well thought out. Everything he had seen so far impressed him with Idalia's competence, even expertise, in living out here beyond City walls. She would be a good mentor to have.
He'd known her… before. He'd been six when she disappeared. He remembered being six. But he didn't remember Idalia.
Don't think about it now, an inner voice warned him. Now is not the time. Later, when you're stronger. Not now.
Kellen heeded the inner warning, and carefully turned his mind away from the new wound he'd just been given. Idalia was here now, after all. And there were plenty of things around him to concentrate on.
Without thinking about what Lycaelon had done to him. What eke Lycaelon had done to him—and all these years, he'd never suspected…
As he gazed out at the trees, he saw a flash of white moving through them. Shalkan stepped out of the trees into the clearing, head held high as if scenting the air. He saw Kellen and tossed his head, locking eyes with him to be sure Kellen saw him as well, then trotted back into the trees, tufted tail held high.
"I saw Shalkan!" Kellen exclaimed, nearly losing his balance on the chair. And he's all right. A knot of tension Kellen hadn't known he was holding within himself eased. Idalia had said Shalkan was all right, but hearing it wasn't the same thing as seeing it.
"Your unicorn friend? Is that his name? I guess he's sticking around to keep an eye on you, then," Idalia said, unsurprised. She'd gone over to the hearth and filled two wooden mugs, adding a generous dollop of honey to each and stirring briskly. She returned to the table, setting one of the mugs in front of Kellen and sitting down on the stool. "Friendly enough, but won't have much to do with me." She flashed him a smile. "And if you think about it, you'll realize that there's an obvious reason for that."
Kellen stared at her uncomprehendingly. Idalia shook her head, dismissing the subject.
"Now. Suppose you tell me what you're doing here," she said. "The long version, this time. You might as well start at the beginning, even though the beginning is obvious."
"I was Banished," Kellen said, picking up his mug. He was very thirsty, despite what he'd already had to drink, and the sweet tea tasted good.
He looked up and found Idalia gazing at him, obviously waiting for more. The story had seemed complete to him in that sentence, but Idalia apparently felt it wasn't, so haltingly, Kellen began to tell her the rest. He hesitated about telling her why he'd been Banished, but Shalkan would not have brought him to this particular place if anything bad could happen to him here, and he had already begun to suspect that nothing he could tell Idalia could possibly surprise her. So he took a deep breath and told her everything—about finding the three Books of the Wild Magic; his first hesitant exp
eriments with them; being brought before the Council when the Books were discovered in his room; casting a Calling Spell to gain Shalkan's help in exchange for a year of continence; their fight against the Hounds.
"I don't remember much after that. And I'm not sure it could have all happened the way I remember, because all the bites and everything are gone," Kellen finished, confused again.
"Oh, they were there, right enough," Idalia said. "Bites—gouges— lacerations—bruises—scratches—broken bones—you looked like you'd been through—well, an Outlaw Hunt. Lucky you were near to my cabin here, when you crossed the border; I'm the only one out here who could have put you two back together again." She tilted her head a little and looked thoughtful. "The unicorn probably had something to do with that; it's no secret where I live, and he must have known that after that last border increase, you two would have to face the Outlaw Hunt, and afterward you'd need help, and I was the logical person to offer that help."
"I don't understand," Kellen replied, shaking his head. "I mean, I understand that we'd need to find someone and quickly, but I don't understand why it particularly had to be you—"
She raised an eyebrow. "I'm well known as a Wildmage and a Healer out here; it would make the best sense for Shalkan to head straight for me—especially once you were actually injured."
Kellen stared. Idalia… a Wildmage? A female Wildmage? But women couldn't do magick!
Or could they?
Was that just another of the Mages' lies?
What if it was?
Idalia didn't seem to notice his shocked expression, any more than she'd shown any particular surprise or amazement at hearing about his involvement with the Wild Magic, although he supposed she'd had plenty of time to get used to that idea already, since he'd come in riding Shalkan, something only a Wildmage would be likely to be doing. He regarded his newfound sister with increased respect.
His sister was a Mage… a Wildmage!
"How did you think all your injuries disappeared so fast? I healed you—yes, with genuine, women-can't-possibly-do-it magic," Idalia said. "Wild Magic."
Kellen gaped blankly at her, still trying to get used to the idea of meeting a Wildmage. Another Wildmage.
"Of course," Idalia went on, "it was only Wild Magic, so I suppose that doesn't count for the Council's purposes…" she added mockingly.
"And now I suppose you have a right to hear my side of the story," Idalia continued, "but to tell it properly I'll have to go back a good deal further than you did."
She brooded for a moment, and Kellen took the opportunity to drink as much of his tea as he could before his hand began to shake.
"I suppose it begins with our mother, Alance. Father didn't need to tamper with your memories to make you forget her. She left when you were still a baby, and from what little I remember of those days, he never let her see much of you at all. I suppose after he saw how I turned out, he was afraid her Mountain blood would contaminate you." She sighed. "Sometimes I wonder what the two of them ever saw in each other, but I suppose everyone wonders that about their parents. Still."
She shook her head. "I would like to believe that at least at some point they loved one another, but for all I know, it was a political alliance for him."
"But you were old enough to know her—" Kellen ventured cautiously. "He always said my mother was dead…"
Idalia grimaced, dismissing Kellen's half-voiced question. "Here's what I do know for sure. Alance was the daughter of a Trader from the Mountains. The Mountain Traders used to come right down into the City, but after Alance left the City again they stopped and started trading only through Nerendale village. I'm not sure why, or if her leaving had anything to do with that. I'm also not really sure why Father didn't try to make me forget her, either—maybe he thought it wasn't worth bothering with, me being a mere female. And then again, perhaps he was right about the 'bad blood' in both of us coming to us through her: if Mother really was a Wildmage, perhaps she was able to cast a spell to make him simply forget about it. Anyway, no matter how it came about, I remember her, and what she told me about how they met.
"Before Father was Arch-Mage, Alance came into the City with a trading caravan of the Mountain-folk. He was already on the Council then, though not yet Arch-Mage, overseeing the licensing of new goods for the markets. She said she fell in love with him, and when her caravan left, she stayed. I was born, and then, ten years later, you were bom."
Kellen was putting together the chronology in his mind. "Was she happy? I mean, I can't see F—Lycaelon with a wife."
Idalia gave him a measuring look. "I suppose they must have been happy at first, but once you were born, he changed toward her—I was only a child, but I do know he became very strange around that time. He separated us from her, did everything he could to keep me away from her, and put both of us in the care of a nurse I didn't much like. The nurse was very strict, always lecturing me about how I needed to be a proper lady if I was going to grow up to marry well."
Idalia laughed, but there was little humor in the sound. "Now, up until that point, I had always assumed I would become a Mage like Father. When the nurse came, I was swiftly disabused of that notion. And when I demanded to know why not, I was informed that it was the destiny of a Mageborn girl to marry a Mage—since only the finest Mageborn son would do for Lycaelon's daughter—and produce lots of sons to grow up and become Mages. You can imagine how much I enjoyed hearing that!"
Kellen winced. "I'm sorry," he said awkwardly.
She shrugged. "It doesn't matter now. Anyway, Mother came to me in secret one night when you were about a year old—there was a tremendous party for your Naming Day, and of course I wasn't let to attend. I'd thrown a furious tantrum over it and been sent to bed without supper, locked in my room so I couldn't sneak out and cause trouble. I cried myself sick, of course, and then in came Mother, dressed in the strangest clothes I'd ever seen, with a pack on her back just like a street merchant.
"She told me she was going away—"
"She ran away?" Kellen gasped.
Idalia nodded.'t"Not dead, no matter what you were told. She ran away. She told me she was going away, and that I would never, ever see her again. She told me that she loved me, and you, and it was not because of anything that either of us had done, but that she must go, because she had come to realize that Lycaelon loved his magick and his reputation more than anything else in the world, including her. She said I must be brave and careful, and that no matter what happened, I must never, ever speak of her again to anyone, even to you, because that was the only way you and I could be safe."
Perhaps because Kellen hadn't known his mother, he found it easy to sympathize with her plight. Perhaps because he knew now just how vindictive Lycaelon could be, he understood. But he saw the masked pain in Idalia's eyes, and heard the hurt in her voice. It had been different for her…
"I begged her to take me with her, but she said that Father would never let me go, because I was his daughter, and that this was the only way. Then she kissed me and left. I tried to follow her, but she'd locked the door again. There was nothing I could do but cry myself back to sleep."
"I'm sorry," Kellen said again, wishing he could make some of that pain go away.
But Idalia shrugged, and a kind of veil dropped over her expression. "In the morning, as soon as I could get away from the nurse, I sneaked into Mother's rooms, but they'd all been tidied away, and every trace of her was gone, as if no one had ever lived in those rooms at all. I waited sennights for someone to even mention that she was gone, but no one ever did. Ever.
"I was so frightened by their silence that I did exactly as Mother said, and never said a single word about her, so perhaps that was why Father didn't think he needed to bother with erasing her from my mind. Or perhaps there was a spell after all. Or perhaps a little of both—you already know how mysteriously the Wild Magic works."
"Oh, yes," Kellen agreed bitterly. "And things are always, 'out of sight, out of mind' for L
ycaelon. As long as there's no reason for him to act, he's far more concerned with all that business of being important than with anything in his household."
"I'm not surprised," Idalia replied. "Well, after that, I devoted myself to making life hell for a succession of governesses and to protecting and taking care of you; Father devoted his to becoming Arch-Mage; and you grew up into an adorable little boy. And the one thing I wanted most in the entire world was to become a Mage myself. .
"Of course it was unthinkable. I'd been told that, loudly and repeatedly. Nevertheless, it was the one thing I wanted most in the entire world."
Kellen eyed her with speculation. "Why is it that I just know you wouldn't take 'no' for an answer?"
She smiled thinly, but continued without a comment. "Of course it was as unthinkable when I was in my teens as it had been when I was a child. I'd heard all the arguments—women were too emotional, too frivolous, not smart enough, but they all boiled down to one: there'd never been a female Mage in Armethalieh before, and so of course there could never be one now. So I sneaked into the Records Room of the Council Hall to search through their archives, since unlike the Library at the Mage College, which I knew I'd never be able to get into, the Council Hall isn't surrounded with wards to keep any mere mortal from setting foot in it. All I had to do was make sure I went on a day when the place was full of foreign Traders. That was easy enough; some of them always get lost, and if they were triggering wards all over the place there'd be no peace for the high-and-mighty overlords of the City!
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