There was no sign of Nandal dropping to his knees. A shame, really. Volan would have enjoyed watching him suffer, especially considering how difficult he made things for Volan.
Olandar Fahr stepped closer to him, grabbing him by the chin and prying his face up. Volan met his eyes. They were nearly completely black. It seemed as if streaks of shadows swirled through them, reminding him of Rel and her power. For all Volan knew, they shared a similar ability.
“What happened?”
“Carthenne Rel organized an attack,” he said. The words had the desired effect. Olandar Fahr stiffened—slightly, but enough that Volan knew he had gotten his attention. At least he had guessed correctly. The others thought Lareth the prize, but Volan knew better. And what was more, he had discovered other connections that the others weren’t aware of, and perhaps wouldn’t—and couldn’t—know. “It wasn’t a complete disaster—”
“How was it not a complete disaster losing nearly one hundred of our Chosen?”
“If you are after Lareth and Rel, I have learned about those they care about.”
“They care about many,” Olandar Fahr said.
“This is different. Lareth has a son who has begun to follow him. He’s not nearly as powerful as his father.” Not nearly as powerful, but from what Volan had been able to determine, it was partly Lareth’s son who had thwarted their attempt at capturing Lareth and the stone. “And Rel has another, a woman she has trained.”
“I know about this woman. There is no affection between them.”
“That is what I thought as well, but during the attack, it became clear that Rel does care for this other. She was willing to sacrifice on her behalf.”
Olandar Fahr released his grip on Volan’s chin, and he took an involuntary step back.
Perhaps that was a mistake, but his cheek burned where he’d been gripped, and the implant underneath his skin tingled, throbbing.
Could Olandar Fahr remove the implant without one of the Forgers?
That was an ability Volan hadn’t considered, and if it were possible, then he needed to be even more careful. He didn’t want to lose that implant, not with everything he had sacrificed to receive it in the first place.
“Let me redeem myself,” Volan said.
Olandar Fahr glanced over at Jans. The man still knelt on the ground, hands gripping his head, and he rocked in place, moaning softly. How much of a fool had he been? Had he thought to attack? Or had it been something simpler—a foolish decision to try to refuse access to his mind? Volan hid only one thing from Olandar Fahr, and he kept it buried so deeply within him that even the great Olandar Fahr wouldn’t be able to reach it.
Nandal clenched his jaw. Whatever he was experiencing wasn’t nearly as painful as what Jans suffered, but Volan suspected the other man still attempted to fight.
That was another thing Volan had discovered. If he embraced the invasion, allowed it to happen, if he submitted, pain didn’t follow, not like it did for others. Most struggled with submission, especially here where they had reached a position of power.
“What makes you think that redemption is possible?”
“I can find them. And when I do, I will subdue them.”
“And you think that you can do so?”
“I would start with Lareth’s son. He is the weaker of the two, and once we have him, we can acquire Lareth.”
“Others have tried,” Olandar Fahr said.
“Others have tried, but they haven’t had the appropriate bargaining chip.”
“If he remains within Elaeavn, we cannot reach him.”
“Could not reach him. That is the other success,” Volan said. “We managed to secure the Elder Trees.”
“And yet not the stones.”
“Not the stones, but we will get them in time,” Volan said.
Olandar Fahr stared at him for a long moment. The burning flared within Volan’s mind again, lingering for a moment before fading.
When it was done, he turned to Nandal. “What is your opinion?”
Nandal glanced over to Volan, sneering at him. “He has failed you once, Great One. He should not be allowed to fail you a second time.”
“Failure takes on many forms,” Olandar Fahr said. “And he has not failed nearly as much as you might suspect.”
“He was captured,” Nandal said.
Volan pressed his lips together. Learning that he had been captured might diminish him in the man’s eyes. And while he had been captured by Lareth’s son, subdued, he had also managed to escape. That should count for something.
At the same time, Volan had done nothing to mask the fact that he had been captured. It was nothing he had tried to keep from Olandar Fahr, not intending to hide it when the other man climbed through his mind. There would’ve been no way for him to do so anyway. He lacked the ability to conceal that from the other man, especially as it lingered at the forefront of his mind.
“Through my capture, I was able to gain an understanding of Lareth’s son. I can use that knowledge, Great One. We can work with it, and once we have him, we can get to Lareth and to Rel.”
Olandar Fahr took a step back. He looked at Jans still rocking on the ground. Volan didn’t dare look down, keeping his gaze fixed on Olandar Fahr.
“You may have this opportunity,” he said. “And you will go with him,” he said to Nandal.
Volan suppressed his irritation. Another assignment with Nandal was more than he thought he could tolerate, but if it was an assignment like that, they would have many others with them, enough that Nandal’s annoyance would get lost in the overall picture.
“How many of the Chosen may we bring with us?” Volan asked.
“Only the two of you,” Olandar Fahr said.
Volan tried to hide his surprise but knew he failed. The pain that suddenly flared in the back of his mind told him that nearly as well as the hard look Olandar Fahr locked on him. “Only the two of us? Capturing Lareth—”
“You will not be capturing Lareth, as you said. You will be going after his son. And if he is as easy to capture as you have claimed, then it should not be difficult for only the two of you. Bring him to me, and then we will decide what to do about Rel’s student.”
Volan could only nod. It wasn’t quite what he wanted. He wanted an opportunity to prove that they could do more, and this was little more than a chance to redeem himself. It suggested that Olandar Fahr viewed his failure a little more severely than it had seemed at first blush.
And it meant that he needed to be even more careful, especially if he was traveling with Nandal. Not only would the man try to take credit for any capture, but he would likely leave Volan behind at the first opportunity.
“Of course, Great One. We will do as you demand.”
“If you fail, you will never be Exalted,” Olandar Fahr said.
He turned away, and Volan took a deep breath, glancing down at Jans. He no longer rocked, and blood pooled around his face.
He couldn’t fail. He would serve Olandar Fahr, and he would capture Lareth’s son, and he would get his vengeance on the man. That was the only reason he remained one of the Chosen.
1
Daniel
Daniel Elvraeth Slid, appearing near the shoreline. Movement had caught his attention, and he followed it. It wasn’t his usual strategy to trail after others, but this had been strange, not least because he had somehow detected the Sliding.
When he emerged, a salt wind gusted, carrying to him. He breathed it in, looking out at the darkened night sky, listening to the waves crashing below. All of it was familiar to him from his time growing up in Elaeavn, though it was different enough that he felt like an outsider.
He shouldn’t have come alone.
Traveling to Asador, he had soon learned about the dangers found within the city. It was different than Elaeavn, and different even than many of the other great cities, the port and its harbor giving access to dozens of different peoples who moved in and out of the city, most coming for tr
ade, though more than a few came for other purposes, not all of them good.
What had drawn his attention? He still didn’t know, only that he had detected the strange pulling. And he had noticed it moving. Daniel wasn’t sure why he should be aware of that. He’d never before detected anything quite like it.
With the wind gusting, there was more than only the waves crashing below.
A ship rocked just off the shore.
Could that have been what he had noticed?
There was no reason for him to have detected something like that. But then, he hadn’t expected to be able to sense anything, not with his abilities. Whatever it was had drawn him, and the longer he focused, the more uncertain he was of why.
He should have found Lucy and had her come with him. With her connections and enhanced abilities, she would be far more useful than him, but she was still struggling with trying to understand—and master—what it meant for her to have such strong abilities.
Could he Read anything?
His ability with Reading was limited. As much as he tried, he couldn’t get past the mental barriers most within Elaeavn placed. In Asador, things were different.
Somehow he found himself struggling more than he thought he should. Even Lucy had more difficulty than she should, especially with the enhancements she now had. She suspected there was something more to it, perhaps something the city itself did to protect the people within it, but they weren’t able to figure out what that was. Having seen the Wisdom Stone, he wondered if that was the reason.
And if it was, there might not be a way to Read the people of the city.
Daniel pushed those thoughts away, watching as the ship bobbed out on the water. This wasn’t the main part of the harbor, which suggested that whoever was here didn’t want to be discovered.
But why?
He didn’t have nearly enough control over his Sliding to reach the ship, even if he were willing to risk himself aboard it. There was no telling what he might encounter, and though he was Elvraeth, his eyesight wasn’t as enhanced as some. It left him in a difficult situation, struggling to decide whether he should attempt to find whoever else might have drawn him here, or whether he should return to Asador—and to Lucy—for help.
A voice nearby caught his attention, and Daniel dropped to the ground.
That might be a mistake. Sudden movement like that would likely give him away, but standing out in the open would give him away, too.
He pressed himself flat against the ground and crawled toward the rocky shoreline. He was situated up above, and as he moved forward, he made out movement along the shore. It was near enough that he could see it, but not so near that he could tell who was down there and what they might be after.
The voice came again, and he leaned forward, listening.
If only he had better hearing. Daniel wasn’t a Listener. He really didn’t have all that much in the way of gifts from the Great Watcher, not as so many others of his family did. A part of him felt more than a little jealous of Lucy’s augmented abilities. If he could somehow obtain the same augmentation, maybe he wouldn’t have to struggle as much to reach his abilities.
“Is that as close as you can get?”
The wind carried the voice up to his ears, and Daniel leaned closer, but there was nothing more.
Another voice mumbled something, but the wind didn’t carry it nearly as well as the last one.
“I understand the dangers in coming here,” the first voice was saying. “But where there is danger, there is opportunity. That is why we are here.”
Daniel frowned to himself. What opportunity would they be coming for? And who were these people?
“I’m not here for any opportunity you might think exists. I’m here for a single purpose.”
The other person laughed. The wind brought the sound to Daniel’s ears before carrying it away. He waited, listening for a moment before crawling forward once again. He needed to hear what they were saying, but he wouldn’t be able to do so from where he crouched.
He could Slide, but doing so risked drawing their attention when he emerged. Was there a place he could appear that wouldn’t catch their attention?
“I understand all too well what purpose you’re here for, Rolen.”
The other man started to say something, but the wind kicked up, making it difficult for Daniel to overhear anything more.
The men climbed into a small dinghy that had been hidden in the rocks and started rolling out from shore toward the larger boat moored in the harbor.
Daniel stayed low, watching, trying to determine whether there was anything he could observe about the movement. If he could discover something—anything—he needed to try, didn’t he?
He crawled forward, focusing on a Slide, and emerged on the rocks below.
That had worked.
It was a technique of Sliding that he hadn’t tried before, and he was surprised that he was able to do so without standing and walking. Some people—Lareth, notably—could Slide without even moving. It was a technique that Daniel couldn’t even fathom. His own ability at Sliding wasn’t nearly as profound, though he had grown stronger over the last few months, mostly out of necessity. He still wasn’t nearly as strong as Lucy, but that didn’t necessarily matter. He only needed to travel on his own, not to take enormous groups of people with him. His was more of an endurance rather than strength.
Down on the rocky shore, the salty spray splashed Daniel. He wiped moisture from his brow, trying to ignore it, but with each crashing wave, the splashing increased, to the point where he backed up from the shore, choosing instead to stay near the sloping rock wall.
The small dinghy grew ever more distant, disappearing into the darkness as it neared the larger ship.
He had noticed something, but what? He still didn’t understand what it was that had drawn his attention here, and he didn’t know if that even mattered.
It might have been safer to have remained in the city, but now that he had observed this interaction, he needed to alert someone. Would Rayen do anything?
If Carth were around, he suspected that she would have, but since they had stopped the attack on Asador, Carth had been missing. She came and went at times when Daniel wasn’t available, and he never knew when she might appear. He suspected that was the plan, not necessarily to conceal her presence from him but to prevent others from knowing when she might return. It was enough that people knew Carth still lived.
As he stared out at the ship, he watched for another moment before Sliding himself back to Asador.
The room he occupied was well lit. Two lanterns glowed on the table, pushing back the shadows of the night. The neatly made bed along one side of the wall called to him, but he would wait. Sleep always seemed to suffer when it came to searching for answers. A book lay open, the writing on the pages in his neat script, and he glanced down at his notes, considering whether he should take a moment to document what he had seen before changing his mind.
From here, he could easily walk down to the tavern room of the Dancing Wolf. It was a nicer tavern than some, and his quarters were separate from many of the others, giving him some solitude even when the tavern was raucous. Daniel should be thankful for that, but his room was too far from Lucy. The Binders preferred to keep her near them, wanting to work with her, training her, though Daniel wasn’t entirely certain what it was they taught. Lucy wasn’t one to share, either. Whatever it was they thought to instruct her in, she had decided to keep it to herself.
He headed down the hallway leading from his room and down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs, music and voices drifted from the other side of the door, and Daniel hesitated with his hand on the door, wishing that he had better answers.
When he found Lucy, she would have questions, most of which would involve why he had thought to risk himself when others could do so much more safely. She didn’t seem to grasp that he didn’t want to be safe. More than anything, Daniel wanted to protect the people with him, which in
cluded Lucy.
He pulled the door open, standing in the doorway for a moment before stepping through. A trio of dancers—gymnasts, really—worked the far side of the room, stomping and flipping and twisting to the music. They were incredibly athletic, the way they moved nothing Daniel could ever accomplish, and everyone in the tavern seemed to watch.
He pulled his attention away, looking to see who wasn’t watching. It was the same thing the tumblers likely did, especially as the Binders hired them to provide the distraction, along with a measure of security. The tumblers were all part of the Binders, and from what he had discovered, they made their rounds throughout the city, a traveling troupe that went unnoticed in such a fashion. Who would pay any mind to acrobats and dancers? He doubted that he would have had he not known otherwise. And if they were willing to travel throughout the city, it was possible they also traveled from city to city, bringing their acrobats to other places.
The waitresses were the only spies the Binders had.
The more he learned, the more he couldn’t help but be impressed by the nature of the network. It really was quite something. More than anything, he was struck by how skilled most of the Binders were. They were able to gather information unobtrusively, without drawing attention to the fact that they were doing so. Most of the men who came through here had no idea that they were being spied upon. And that was exactly the way the Binders wanted it.
Daniel looked around the tavern, searching for Rayen. She had claimed she would be here, though he wasn’t certain whether she actually would remain as she’d promised.
His gaze skimmed across the tavern, taking in the various patrons, along with the women serving them. They were the Binders, the part of the network that surprised Daniel the most. They were the first line of the network, and most of them went about their tasks with smiles on their faces, drawing no attention to the fact that they were there. The men they spied upon had no idea what the Binders did, and thus they were free with their words around people who collected that information. It made them effective, and dangerous.
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