Spy Glass g-3

by Maria V. Snyder

  “Calm down, Opal. You don’t know that for certain. He only made a few messengers. Besides, someone else may have taken your blood.”

  Unable to sit still, I surged to my feet and paced. She could be calm, standing there with all her powers intact. I slowed. It wasn’t her fault. I had been so close and then Finn had snatched it away. I needed for this to be over. Either I find my blood or it’s gone. End of story.

  I mulled over our conversation. “You weren’t surprised I was searching for my blood. You knew?”

  “Of course. Yelena kept me informed of your progress. Plus we had Zebb’s reports on your involvement with Councilor Moon.” She cocked her head to the side. “We would have been very happy if you had recovered your magic.”

  “You and Bain or the Council?”

  “You would have earned their trust…eventually. And you have a champion in Councilor Moon. She returned to the Citadel yesterday, and she’d like you to visit her. I would have told you sooner, but Vasko dropped this little bomb on us right after the Council meeting.”

  “Does the Council know about the new messengers?”

  “Not yet. Vasko wanted us to verify them first.”

  I chewed on my bottom lip. Yet more information being withheld from the Council. “What happens if he is using my blood?”

  “He would be arrested. However, what to do with the messengers will be problematic. If your blood is inside them, do we siphon it out? What happens if that doesn’t work? Or if you can’t recover your magic from your blood? Did he use all your blood? There will be a million questions to consider.”

  “And the Council will argue over each and every one, taking forever.”

  Irys frowned. “They are cautious. It’s an excellent trait.” She gave me a pointed look. “The Council works best when they have all the information. Bain and I will arrange to get a tour of Vasko’s messenger operation.”

  “I should go. It’s my blood.”

  “Undercover?”

  I thought back to when Janco and I had been searching for Ulrick in Ognap. Janco considered sneaking into the ruby mines a challenge worthy of him. If I could get into Wirral, the mines shouldn’t be as hard. “I could steal into the mines on my own. But why go to all that trouble? Pazia and I are friends. How about I pay her a friendly visit?”

  “Vasko’ll see right through that.”

  I shrugged. “He probably expects you and Bain to investigate. It can be an open secret, but once I’m there, I can snoop around.”

  She crinkled her forehead. “Vasko’s intelligent. He’ll ensure you don’t see anything out of the ordinary.”

  “Vasko’s also overconfident. Right now he thinks I’m a washed-up magician with no prospects. Play it up. Hint that you asked me to visit Pazia out of pity. Tell him how devastated I was over these new messengers.” I paused as I realized that one wasn’t very far from the truth. “Make sure he knows you gave me this assignment to make me feel important. Ask him to indulge me. I’ll act the part and he’ll underestimate me.”

  “You believe this ruse will work?”

  “No doubts.”

  While Irys arranged a meeting with Vasko, I prepared for my trip to Ognap. Reema was my biggest concern. Healer Hayes would discharge Teegan soon, and Irys had offered to train him until the new school year started at the beginning of the cooling season. The Citadel practically shut down during the hot season. The Keep’s students returned home and the Council dismissed for their annual recess.

  Reema’s comments about hiring a sitter circled in my mind, but who could I hire? I was sure Fisk would know someone trustworthy, but Reema would be suspicious of anyone working for him.

  The next morning, Irys stopped by my training session. She watched me spar a third-year student. I blocked his practice sword with my sais, hooked the sword with the hilt of my right sai and yanked it from his hands. Match over.

  “Impressive,” Irys said.

  “I couldn’t use that move on an apprentice,” I said. Or Sarn. The big brute would have unarmed me in seconds.

  “But you would have used another tactic for an apprentice.”

  “True.”

  “You’ve gotten quite the reputation out here.” Irys gestured to the training yard. Students practiced drills and sparred each other. “Has anyone beaten you besides Captain Marrok and Sarn?”

  I searched my memory. “No. But they’re students. I wouldn’t last long in a fight with Valek or Yelena.” Or Finn. Considering how short that list was, I straightened a bit.

  “Then it’s a good thing they’re your friends. And, speaking of friends, Pazia is looking forward to your visit.”

  “Great. When is Vasko leaving?”

  “He isn’t. He has more business to attend to in the Citadel.” She met my gaze. “You were right about him. He’s very confident, but he could have good reason to be.”

  “As my father would say, only one way to find out.”

  “Make sure you visit Councilor Moon before you go. And take someone with you for backup, just in case,” Irys ordered. “How about Leif?”

  “And listen to him moan about missing his new wife? No thanks. I’ll find someone else.” But Leif’s name triggered another question I had for Irys. “Do you remember a student who probably came through the Keep around the same time as Yelena, maybe with Leif?” I described Finn to Irys. “He’s powerful enough that I think he would have stood out among the class.”

  She drummed her fingers on the wooden fence. “There were a number of strong students. And with Yelena taking all my attention I wasn’t as involved.”

  “How about a graduate who didn’t stay and work for the Council? I couldn’t have been the only one to branch out on my own.”

  “There have been a few. Vasko for one, his children and probably a bunch of his nieces and nephews. They’re all invested in the family business and too rich and powerful to work for the Council. And since they’re all so worried about their children being kidnapped, many of the kids came through here under different names.”

  “But you knew about Pazia and now Walker.”

  “The family informed the Master Magicians, but no one else. Pazia thought her father was paranoid and refused to go undercover. It’s the same with Walker. Although the boy is keeping a low profile. Unlike his sister.”

  Except with me.

  Irys continued, “I’ll go through the records while you’re gone. Maybe a name will jump out at me.”

  I thanked her and hurried to the bathhouse.

  After a quick bath, I headed to the glass workshop to talk to my sister. Mara worked in the mixing room. She poured sand onto a scale, weighing ingredients. Her loose golden curls had been pinned back from her face.

  Mara finished measuring the different types of sand. She poured them into the drum mixer. The device resembled a wine barrel lying on its side. She spun the barrel a few times, then she added lime and soda ash—all the ingredients to make glass.

  “New recipe?” I asked.

  She startled then admonished me for sneaking up on her. “I brought a batch of Crimson sand back from our vacation. I’m hoping it produces a nice red-colored glass.”

  “I’m surprised you left the cottage long enough to notice the sand. Unless the beach was softer than the bed?” I smirked.

  She threw a towel at me. “Are you here for a reason or just to bug me?” Mara returned to the mixer and cranked the handle. As the barrel rolled, the metal fins inside blended the glass components together. The mixer rang like a steady rain on a metal roof.

  “Actually I have a proposition for you?”

  She stopped. “This ought to be good. And it better not involve Leif running off on some crazy mission with you.”

  I held up my hands in surrender. “Leif stays.”

  “But you’re leaving?”

  “Yes, Irys needs me to look into something for her.”

  “Something. How vague. Should I worry now, or when I get the message that you’re on the ed
ge of dying and I should come?”

  “It’s not like that. You sound like Mother.”

  “No. Mother would tell you to slow down and think!” She tapped my temple with two fingers. “You do have a brain. I’ve seen you use it. Do you need me to introduce you to it?”

  Wow. Her sarcasm was impressive and scary. “Marrying Leif has changed you. What happened to my sweet sister?”

  “She was left home to worry and wait too many times.”

  “This trip is not dangerous. I promise. I’ll be back by the hot season at the latest.”

  She failed to look convinced. “And your proposition?”

  “Would you and Leif like to stay in my apartment while I’m gone?”

  “Are you worried someone would break in?”

  “Ahhh…no. Remember when I told you about Teegan and his sister?”

  She smoothed the apron over her skirt. “Opal, just spit it out.”

  I asked her to watch Reema for me.

  She opened her mouth, closed it and appeared to search for words.

  “It’s just a couple weeks,” I rushed to explain. “When I get back, I’m going to find her a proper home. I just don’t have time right now.”

  “I have to think about it and talk to Leif. In the meantime, please consider Mother’s advice.”

  “Slow down and think?”

  “Since you came back from Hubal, you’ve been different. I think you’ve lost your purpose, and are just dashing around looking for something to call your own. The factory in Fulgor, the apartment, Reema. Raising a child is a huge responsibility, you—”

  “Forget it. I’ll find someone else.” I left the mixing room.

  Mara knew nothing about my purpose. She didn’t understand. Couldn’t. On my way out, I almost ran into the first-year student I had helped.

  Keelin jumped back. “Sorry.”

  I waved her off. “My fault.”

  “Opal, wait,” Keelin said.

  I turned.

  She handed me the dolphin I had made. “It’s pretty. You should display it.”

  Absently, I glanced at it. “Thanks. How did your paperweight turn out?”

  “Like a clump of dirt kicked up by a horse.” She laughed. “But you were right, my latest one is better. And I tried to make a dolphin, too.”

  “Good for you. How did it look?”

  “Not as sleek as yours and it didn’t flash, either.”

  “Flash?”

  Keelin pointed to the shelves filled with finished pieces from the annealing oven. “When anyone in here used magic, it would flash. I thought since you…you know…with the glass…that it was supposed…” Her voice petered out.

  Odd. “Must have been a trick of the light.”

  “You’re probably right.” A queasy relief shone on her face.

  I hurried away. Out in the bright sunlight, I examined the dolphin. Nothing out of the ordinary. When I encountered a few pools of magic, nothing happened, just as I had suspected.

  Stopping by the infirmary, I visited Teegan. Reema read to her brother. She held the book up to the lantern light. His room didn’t have a window. Teegan didn’t seem to mind the gloom. He listened to the story with his eyes closed anyway and a half smile on his lips. I waited for her to reach a break.

  Magic touched my cheek.

  “Fire Lady’s here,” Teegan said without opening his eyes.

  “Your control has improved,” I said.

  He peered at me with a sly smile. Impishness danced in his gray eyes.

  “And you’re feeling much better, aren’t you?”

  He sat up in his bed. “Yep!”

  “Good. Now you can tell me why you call me Fire Lady.”

  He glanced at the dolphin in my hand. “Did you bring me a present?”

  “You’re trying to change the subject.”

  “Can I see it?” He reached.

  “Only if you answer my question.” Ha!

  Holding a hand out, he said, “The dolphin will tell you.”

  “Tee,” Reema warned. “Don’t.”

  “Why not?”

  She waggled her fingers as if communicating to him. He scratched his nose and tapped his shoulder.

  Reema grunted in frustration. “She won’t believe you.”

  Teegan smiled. “Seeing is believing.” He turned to me. “May I see your dolphin please?”

  He played it just right, making me curious and hitting me with a polite request. I handed him the dolphin. He placed it on the table next to his bed. Folding his hands, he closed his eyes.

  Magic spread from him. It was slow and in control. Impressive. When it reached the dolphin, the glass animal blazed with light. He pulled back and the glow died.

  I grabbed the statue. “Do it again…please.”

  The magic swelled, and the light returned. I handed it to Reema. “One more time.”

  She squealed in delight when fire burst from the glass.

  I met Teegan’s gaze. He said, “I call you the Fire Lady because you have magic trapped inside you and when you—”

  “Teegan!” Reema jumped to her feet. “Be quiet!”

  “Doesn’t matter now, Ree.” He swept an arm out. “We found a home.”

  “You found a home. I’m still too young. And you’re going to scare her.”

  “Has Master Jewelrose tested you?” I asked her.

  She nodded. “I don’t have any magic.”

  “Not that the Master can detect,” Teegan said. “I’d bet you a hunk of bread Fire Lady has felt it.”

  “You’re guessing,” I said.

  “So? I’m right. Aren’t I?”

  “Teegan, that superior attitude won’t help you make friends at the Keep,” I admonished with a stern tone.

  His arrogant manner remained. “Now you’re trying to change the subject. You felt Reema use magic, didn’t you?”

  “I thought it was from her. But I could be wrong.”

  “No, you weren’t wrong. The trapped magic burns inside you. You feel power. Even when it’s a tiny bit. Even when the person doesn’t even know she’s using it. When you touch magic, there’s a faint shimmer around you. A glow. You can’t see it. Reema and I can, but—”

  “No one else. How convenient,” I said.

  A sullen pout creased his face. “That’s right. We’re a couple of homeless street urchins. Why believe us?” He flopped on his pillow and turned his back on me.

  His words slapped me in the face. It hadn’t been too long ago that I had fought to convince my friends and colleagues about an unbelievable twist of blood magic.

  I sat on the edge of his bed. “I’m sorry. It’s hard for me to believe you because…” Did I really want to tell him and Reema? “I’m immune to magic. No power can be inside me. There’s nothing there.”

  Teegan rolled over. “Then why did your dolphin blaze with light?”

  “Your magic caused it to light up.”

  “Exactly.”

  “But I have nothing to do with that. It’s all you,” I said.

  He hissed in frustration. “It’s both of us! You created the magic detector. I just supplied the magic to detect.”

  21

  MAGIC DETECTOR? HARD TO BELIEVE AND EVEN harder to wrap my head around. Yet Teegan and Reema took the revelation in stride. They didn’t understand enough about magic to think it odd. Who really understood it? As each generation reached puberty, new wrinkles seemed to develop.

  I reviewed our conversation and remembered Keelin’s comment. “If no one can see me…shimmer when I encounter magic, then why can they see the dolphin light up?”

  Teegan shrugged. “Probably the glass works like a…” He cast about for the right word. “One of those…things that increases the light.”

  “Like a magnifying glass?” Which was also used for my spyglass.

  “Yeah. The glass magnifies the glow so everyone can see it.”

  His explanation sounded logical. “Reema, why did you think the information would
scare me?”

  She shrugged and dipped her head. Her long corkscrew curls hung in her face.

  Crouching down, I lifted her chin and looked her in the eye. “Worried I would leave you?”

  The slightest nod.

  “It’s going to happen no matter what. In fact, I’m leaving tomorrow for a mission for Master Jewelrose.”

  Her features hardened into her tough street kid mask.

  “I’m trying to find a sitter for you. And don’t worry so much.” I tucked a curl behind her ear. “When I’m done, I’ll come back and find you a home.” I straightened and picked up the dolphin, shoving it into a pocket. “And I’ll figure out what this means. For now, can you keep it quiet?”

  They gave me their solemn promise. As I left the infirmary, I realized my intentions for full disclosure had failed. I’d kept many things from the Council and others—my immunity, being trapped by a null shield and now the magic detectors. If I recovered my blood, those secrets would be moot. And they couldn’t mourn the loss of something they never had. Right?

  Or were my motives a bit more complicated? If Pazia’s super messengers proved to be legitimate, the Council might think I was better off with my immunity and confiscate my blood, claiming it was illegal for me to use it.

  I checked on Quartz and inspected my tack. The trip to Ognap would take nine days, including the shortcut through the Avibian Plains and a stop in Fulgor. As for my backup, the only way to reach Ari and Janco would be through a complicated series of message relays, starting with Leif. And there would be no guarantee my request would reach them in time. Instead, I planned to arrange for backup in Fulgor.

  “There you are!” a girl’s voice cried.

  I spun to see a young page hurrying toward me. She wore a Council uniform. A finger of unease slid under my ribs.

  “Opal Cowan, your presence is requested. You are to accompany me,” she said.

  “Requested by whom?”

  “Councilor Moon.”

  I relaxed. “Tell her I’ll—”

  “You are to accompany me now.”

  “And if I don’t?”

  “You will be violating a direct order of the Council.”

  “The whole Council? I thought you said—”

  “She is a representative of the Council. Her requests have the Council’s power.”