In Shade and Shadow
Page 48
No one else was there to watch the color fade from his flesh and hair, nor look into his eyes as his irises whitened as well. There was no one to watch the figure’s form solidify as Shilwise’s life faded completely. When it released its grip, the scribe master dropped straight to the floor.
Shilwise’s body twitched briefly in a last spasm, like a bloated, pallid frog.
And the figure flexed its seemingly solid fingers.
The hiss rose again in the room, filled with strange relief. Its hand settled upon the sheets, carefully turning them one by one. Then its noise laced with frustration. What it sought was not here—there were only names no one should know. . . .
Jeyretan, Fäzabid, Memaneh, Creif, Uhmgadâ . . .
The figure’s cowl turned toward the ashen body left crumpled on the floor. Its purchased servant could not be found in this condition. The city guard and officials already believed the “sage killer” was dead and gone. And better to stay dead—though that twisted double meaning brought it no humor. No one could know it had not been so easily finished, at least until it found the young journeyor, misfit among her own kind. She might yet lead it to the texts, and to what any of this had to do with “dwarves.”
As it reached for the oil lantern on the table, more names scattered across the pages made it stop.
Li’kän . . . Volyno and Häs’saun . . . Vespana and Ga’hetman . . .
The figure snatched up the lantern and slammed it upon the floor next to Shilwise’s body.
The black figure turned over the last sheets, gathering up the stack as flames began to spread across the floorboards. But as it headed for the workroom’s rear, it paused again with its cowl tilted down over the parchments.
One name had been missed in its hurried scan—one on the very first sheet—and a moan threaded in its hiss.
The sound rose above the fire’s crackle until the rear window’s pane rattled. The black figure shattered that window and pulled the parchment stack through the opening as it slid out through the shop’s rear wall.
That one name had been kept hidden, as carefully as himself, for a thousand or more years.
His name . . . Sau’ilahk.
THE RANKS OF THE GUILD OF SAGECRAFT