Book 1: Chapter Twenty-Three

“Where are your friends?” Rallus asked.

“They didn’t come with me,” Corec said. In truth, he hadn’t been sure how Rallus would react, and had convinced the others not to come. They could always return if the man was still willing to cast the banishing spell—though Corec suspected it wouldn’t work any better than Lodarin’s.

The wizard eyed the cloth-wrapped object on the table between them. “Did you bring back the items I requested?”

Corec picked up the bundle and carefully unwrapped it to show the orb, then placed it back on the table, tucking the cloth around it to keep it from rolling off. “Lodarin sends the scrying orb with his compliments.”

“Excuse me?”

“He was alive, and not particularly happy to receive visitors.”

“Alive?”

“Yes. I have your wand and your compass as well, but he refused to give us back the gem.” Corec decided not to pass along Lodarin’s other, less respectful messages.

Rallus frowned. “My alarm ward went off. How is he alive?”

Corec wasn’t sure if the man was speaking to him, but answered anyway. “He said it was something called drain shock. He fell unconscious.”

“Drain shock? That shouldn’t have…never mind. He actually gave you the scrying orb?”

“Yes. Perhaps in exchange for the gem? He didn’t really say why, other than that he doesn’t know how to use it.”

“I trust you didn’t mention the other things I sent you to look for?”

“I didn’t have much of a choice.” That was a lie, but Corec wasn’t going to admit he volunteered the information. He had no intention of getting between two powerful, squabbling wizards.

The old man pursed his lips. “What did he say?”

“He says you don’t need to worry about the spell book or the gauntlet—he’s got a plan to keep them out of anyone’s hands.”

A flash of anger crossed the wizard’s face, but he hid it quickly. “Very well. Thank you for delivering the orb. You may go now.”

“What about the banishing spells?”

“You didn’t fulfill your end of the agreement.”

“We made the trip out there. It’s not our fault your information was wrong.”

“I can’t go around casting spells for anyone who wants them. We had a deal and you didn’t meet the terms.”

Corec crossed his arms in front of him and stared down at the smaller man. “You said the scrying orb would pay for the spells.”

The wizard sighed. “Fine. One item, one spell. Which of the bonds do you want me to try to remove?”

Corec figured that was the best bargain he’d get. He rolled up his right sleeve and pointed to the second rune down—Treya’s. “When shall I bring her by?”

“That isn’t necessary. You carry one end of the bond. I can cast the spell with just you.” Rallus stared at Corec’s arm and whispered indistinct words. His spell took longer to cast than Lodarin’s or Deshin’s, and Corec had no way to tell whether it was truly a banishing spell, but when it was done, the rune still glowed.

“There,” Rallus said, “I cast the spell. But whatever that thing is, it can’t be banished.”

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Katrin preferred playing music in the city to playing in villages. Not many women visited a village’s inn or tavern, other than the whores and serving girls who worked there, and village men weren’t interested in love songs or slow ballads. She’d had to limit her repertoire. She liked the drinking songs and the silly songs, but she was getting tired of sea shanties and songs about war, most of which were written for a male voice. And without another minstrel to do the singing, she’d stopped playing her flute almost entirely, except for the occasional piece that the listeners could sing along with.

In Tyrsall, though, women often accompanied their men to the inns and taverns, and Katrin could play romantic songs, ballads, and instrumental music. She even played dancing songs when the audience called for it, though her choices were limited with no other musicians, and with no gittern, lute, or fiddle.

She finished a song on the flute, then paused to catch her breath from the vigorous finale while a young man, trying to impress the girl he’d brought with him, dropped a copper piece in Katrin’s upturned hat, which was sitting at her feet. The song had been short but difficult, designed for students to practice rather than for playing in front of others, but it was fun and lively, and she’d found that audiences enjoyed hearing it. After she’d recovered from the flute piece, she switched to her harp and sang an old ballad about a noblewoman who fell in love with a weaver’s son, the two dancing together in secret one last time before the woman was forced to marry someone else.

As the song came to an end, Corec returned to the inn and took a seat with Shavala, so Katrin decided to take a break. “I’ll be back in fifteen minutes, everyone!” There was some grumbling from the customers as she made her way between tables to join her friends.

“You’re not wearing your hat,” Corec said when she sat down.

“I forgot to bring a mug with me to hold my tips, so rather than stopping in the middle of a song to get one, I took off the hat. I’m getting more tips now that they can see the rune. Half again as much, I think.”

Corec laughed. “I guess we found a use for it after all.”

“How did things go with Rallus?”

“He wasn’t very happy, but he cast a banishing spell. Or at least he said he did. It didn’t work—not that I was expecting it to after Lodarin tried.”

Katrin sighed, but she hadn’t been hopeful either. “Treya won’t be happy. What do we do now?”

“We go to Circle Bay and get your brother out of prison.”

“Are we going to look for another wizard when we get there?”

“If you want to, or if Treya wants to, but I don’t think we’ll have any better luck than with the ones we’ve already tried.”

“So, we just keep the runes, then?”

He grinned. “You don’t want to get rid of it now, do you, after finding out its real purpose is to improve your tips?”

She ignored the joke and thought about what it would be like to always have the rune. “I can live with it, I suppose,” she said with a shrug. “Earlier, when I was up in our room, I was able to hide it for five minutes while I was thinking of something else. Maybe I’ll be able to keep it hidden all the time, like Treya and Shavala do.”

“Can we stop going back and forth looking for wizards, then?” Shavala asked. “I want to see new things, instead.”

“Treya may still want to track down a wizard in Circle Bay,” Corec said, “but I think we need to figure out another solution. Maybe I can learn to control it. Are you going to stay in Circle Bay or come back with us?”

“I don’t know,” Shavala said. “The man Treya took us to see—that priest—said we should stay together, but I’ve been in one place for too long already.”

Katrin had forgotten the elf girl was supposed to be traveling. “Can’t you stay, at least for a while?” she asked. “Like the other elves that live here?”

“I want to see everything I can. North and south, west to Terevas, east across the sea. Why don’t you come with me?”

Corec glanced at Katrin. “I hadn’t thought about that,” he said, “but I’ll run out of money soon if we keep going. We’ll be spending most of what I’ve got in Circle Bay. We were planning to come back here so I could find a job.”

“People give coins to Katrin when she sings.”

“That might be enough if we stayed in the city and she played every night, but it won’t be enough for the three of us to travel a long distance. Winter’s coming, and you’ll need to buy more food than you can find on your own. What will you do when your own coin runs out?”

Shavala cocked her head to the side. “I have more coins now than I did when I left the forest.”

Katrin laughed. That was probably true—the elven woman had hardly spent any money while they traveled. She’d been handling all of the group’s foraging and hunting, so Corec had covered most of her other expenses in return. And once they’d realized they wouldn’t need the gold they’d saved up to pay Rallus, they’d split up shares from the bounty they’d earned from the drake—five gold for each of them who’d been there that day. That excluded Katrin, but since Corec’s share was going to pay for getting her brother out of prison, she could hardly complain.

Corec hesitated. “I don’t know. I guess we can talk about it.” He faced Katrin. “What do you think?”

She wasn’t sure how to respond. She was a city girl, and she’d grown tired of never knowing where she’d be from one day to the next. After months of uncertain traveling, it had been a relief when she and Corec had decided to make their home in Tyrsall. She wasn’t quite prepared to give up on that idea, but she didn’t like the thought of Shavala going off on her own, either. What if something happened to her while they weren’t there to help?

Finally, she said, “Let’s discuss it after we’re done in Circle Bay. I really want to find a bardic teacher, but some bards travel. Maybe we could travel with one of them.”

Shavala grinned.

“I still think money would be an issue,” Corec said. “We’d need to look for jobs along the way.”

“We can find jobs like hunting the drake,” Shavala said. “Maybe Treya and Bobo will come with us, too. I’d like that.”

Corec laughed. “Treya is supposed to be traveling, like you. I suppose it’ll depend how much she likes the two of you, and how much she hates me. As for Bobo, at this point, I’d be more surprised if he didn’t come with us.”

“This will be good. We can see new things together.”

“We haven’t decided yet,” Katrin reminded her.

Corec said, “It would help us plan if we knew where you wanted to go. And we were planning to go to Circle Bay by ship so we could get there faster. That means we’d probably need to stable the horses and mules here in Tyrsall, but then we wouldn’t have them when we leave Circle Bay. We thought we’d be coming back here.”

“I will ask Bobo if he has a map, so I can decide where I want to visit,” Shavala said. “But I do want to try sailing on the sea, at least once. We can go to Circle Bay by ship, then return here to get the horses so we can go north. Perhaps we can reach Lanport before the weather grows too cold. Meritia said I should try to see the Storm Heights while they’re covered with snow.”

Corec nodded. “We can do that, though if there’s that much snow on the Heights, Lanport’s likely to be cold, too. Winter comes early that far north. Still, Lanport’s on the coast, so it doesn’t get much snow itself. Katrin, are you sure? This would be a big change from what we discussed.”

“It’s not forever,” she replied. “I still want us to come back here when we’re done.”

“It will be good,” Shavala repeated, then changed the subject. “What were you doing on that last song?”

“What do you mean?”

“You were singing about a man and woman dancing between trees, and then I saw them dancing.”

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Katrin stared at her. “You saw that? While I was singing it?”

“Yes. The song was in Eastern, so I didn’t understand all the words, but the trees were flowering while they danced. It was just some quick flashes in my mind.”

“Was it the song about the cherry blossoms?” Corec asked.

“Yes,” Katrin said, “but how can I do that? I don’t have a teacher yet!”

He shrugged. “I didn’t have a teacher for the spells I’ve learned. Maybe you don’t actually need a teacher.”

She considered that. “No, I do. There’s a lot about music that I don’t know. Besides, I was trying to push the feeling of the song, not the vision of it, so it didn’t do what I wanted it to do. Did anybody else notice?”

“I didn’t see anyone react,” Shavala said.

Corec said, “If it was subtle, they might have just thought they were picturing it in their heads as they listened to the words. These folk aren’t used to bards.”

Katrin nodded. “I guess, even if they realize I’m a bard, it’s not like they’d know I was doing it wrong. I should go try again.”

She returned to the front of the room, thinking about the best songs to use for practicing her new ability. She decided to stick with ones she’d seen real bards perform, since she wasn’t sure how successful she’d be in making up new visions on her own.

#

“Back again?” the portly harbormaster asked, gazing up and down Treya’s body as he always did when she came in.

“Yes,” she replied. “Do you know of any new ships heading to Circle Bay?”

It was the fourth day in a row she and Bobo had searched the docks for a ship that could take them. Corec was trying to have as little contact with new people as possible, to avoid casting the binding spell again, and Katrin and Shavala knew even less about ocean travel than Treya did.

Luckily, Bobo had been on a ship several times when he was younger, so they were depending on his recommendations. Treya herself was dreading the trip—she’d only been out to sea once, on Renny’s father’s fishing boat, and she’d been sick the whole time.

“Osprey came in this morning from Circle Bay with a shipment of rum and wine for the Renton-Dorse Trading Company. Captain’s name is Tevian. He usually ships back out within a few days. It’s the three-masted carrack at the end of pier thirty-seven. I don’t know if he takes passengers.”

“Thank you,” she said. This would be the third ship they’d looked at. The first refused to take passengers at all, and the second only had a single cabin for passengers, and had already rented it out.

It took them twenty minutes to reach the right pier. As they approached, Bobo said, “This ship is smaller than the others we looked at.”

It still looked big to her—far larger than the fishing boats they’d passed on the way. “Does that mean it won’t take passengers?” she asked.

“I’m not sure. A smaller ship requires a smaller crew, so perhaps there’s some space left over.”

They drew close, finding the captain supervising as his sailors unloaded the cargo. An assessor was calculating the taxes before allowing porters from the trading company to load the casks and barrels onto their waiting wagons.

After they’d introduced themselves to Captain Tevian, Bobo said, “Do you carry passengers? We’re seeking passage to Circle Bay for five people.”

“I’ve got two passenger cabins, each with four bunks, but I’m not going to Circle Bay. I’m leaving tomorrow afternoon for Valara.”

Treya and Bobo shared a glance.

“Valara’s south of Circle Bay,” Bobo said. “Couldn’t you put in there on the way?”

“And lose half a day’s travel plus harbor fees?”

“How much are the harbor fees?” Treya asked.

Bobo frowned at her. He’d suggested he should be the one to handle the negotiations.

“Fifty silver for a ship this size,” the captain said.

“What if we paid the fees for you?” she suggested.

“You absolutely would, if you expect me to stop there. And three more gold besides.”

“All right,” she said, ignoring Bobo, who was shaking his head at her when the captain wasn’t looking.

“Then we have a deal,” Tevian said. “For five people, you’ll be using both cabins, so you need to pay for both cabins. Sixteen silver a day—two per bunk.”

“How long will it take to reach Circle Bay?” Bobo asked.

“Usually just under eight days by the time we put in, but it depends on the weather.”

That was about half the time it would have taken them to ride to Circle Bay, though that didn’t account for the days they’d spent looking for a ship.

Bobo said, “If we’re paying for all eight bunks, then the two cabins are reserved for us only. No other passengers unless we bring them on, and if we do, then they’re covered by what we’re already paying.”

The captain pursed his lips, then nodded curtly. “I’ll need two gold to hold your spots, and if you’re not on board when I’m ready to ship out, I’ll leave without you.”

“Agreed.”

After settling the deal and paying the two gold, Treya and Bobo headed back to the inn.

As they walked, she said, “Who are the extra passengers?”

“Nobody, but if he’s going to make us pay for the extra bunks, I didn’t want him taking on other people and getting paid twice. Do any of your sisters need passage to Circle Bay?”

“I don’t think so, but I’ll ask.”

He was silent for a moment, then said, “You shouldn’t have offered the money up front.”

“I’ll pay the extra,” Treya said. It would take most of what she’d earned from the drake, but she was tired of waiting.

“That’s not what I meant. By offering over four gold before we’d even negotiated for the cabins, he knew we had money and he increased the price. We’re paying twice as much as we should for those rooms, even ignoring that he’s making us pay for three bunks we won’t be using.”

“Oh.” Treya had found that bargaining didn’t come naturally to her, even after Kelis’s tutoring. “Maybe you should do the talking when we reach the stables.”

“I will. Are you going to sell Cricket?”

They were planning to stable the animals in Tyrsall while they were gone, rather than trying to find a ship equipped to take them, but Corec had suggested selling both Rose and Cricket and buying new horses when they returned.

“I think I should,” she replied. “He doesn’t like being on the road. He only tolerates it because of Shavala, and I don’t know how much longer I’ll be traveling with her.”

“You’re thinking of going your own way?”

“I should. I’m supposed to be journeying, not…whatever it is I’ve been doing. I guess it’ll depend on whether the wizards in Circle Bay are more helpful than the ones here. What about Rose?”

Bobo sighed. “I don’t know. I’m probably coming back to Tyrsall with them, and I like Rose, but Corec’s right. She’s awfully old for me to be riding her day in and day out. She’s barely keeping up with the others as it is, and winter’s coming. I can’t bear to give her up just yet, though. I think I’ll pay to stable her, then decide when I return.”

Treya nodded. She’d miss Cricket, too. They’d never completely gotten along, but he’d been her first horse, other than faint memories of her father’s farm horses. Cricket had spent his life on a farm, too—maybe she could find another farmer looking for a horse that still had a couple of good years left in him.

#

A day after they’d set sail, Corec was sitting hunched over on one of the lower bunks in the cabin he was sharing with Bobo. Bobo and the others were all up on deck, but Corec was just trying to keep his eyes closed and think of anything other than the movement of the ocean.

He hated boats. He’d signed on as a guardsman once for a Senshall shipment from Tyrsall to Lanport, and had spent most of that journey sick, too. He’d forfeited his pay since he wasn’t able to do his duties, and had ended up leaving the ship when they’d stopped at High Cove. He’d bought Dot in High Cove so he could make his way back to the city by land, since his first horse, Max, had been stabled in Tyrsall at the time. Dot had been the only good thing to come out of that trip.

Hopefully this trip would turn out better, though sharing a room with Bobo rather than Katrin wasn’t a good omen. Then again, with how he was feeling, it was probably for the best.

“Katrin said you were seasick.”

Corec looked up and found that Treya had entered the cabin. He hadn’t heard her come in. “I hate boats,” he said.

“So do I. I’ve only been out once before, but I was sick then, too. It helps to go up on deck and get fresh air.”

Now that she’d mentioned it, she looked pale herself.

“Looking at the water makes it worse,” he replied.

“Try looking at the horizon instead. I can heal you…a bit. It won’t get rid of the seasickness, but it can lessen the symptoms.” She sat down beside him and laid a glowing hand on his temple. After a moment, the glow subsided.

Corec took a deep breath and stretched out. He’d been hunched over since that made his stomach less queasy, but his back had started to hurt from staying in that position for so long. It felt good to move.

She was right. He still felt sick, but now he could think of something other than how miserable he was.

“Thank you,” he said.

“The healing probably won’t last more than a few hours, so let me know if it gets bad again. We should probably try to do it before meals, so we can eat something. I’ll only be able to heal us a couple of times each day.”

Corec nodded. “How are the others?”

“They’re all fine. Katrin’s playing her flute and Bobo’s trying to talk to a couple of seaborn sailors about their homeland, but they’re ignoring him so they can work. Shavala climbed up the…what do you call it? The rigging? She’s been up there all morning.”

He grimaced. The thought of Shavala climbing in the wind threatened to bring back his nausea. “No problems with the sailors? I didn’t see any women among the crew.”

“The men stare, but men always stare. The captain yells at them if they try to talk to us.”

Corec took a moment to study her. With her blonde hair, delicate features, and unusually blue eyes, it wasn’t a surprise that the sailors stared at her. All three of the women were beautiful, though in very different ways. He realized he was staring, too, and looked away. “Let me know if there are any problems.”

“I can watch out for myself,” she said.

“I know, but the others…”

She frowned and nodded. “Katrin also told me you don’t think we’ll find a wizard in Circle Bay.”

Corec sighed. “I promised to look for a wizard, and I will, and I’m sure we’ll find one. I just don’t think we’ll find one who can actually help us. We’ve tried three already, and from everything I was able to find out, Rallus is one of the most powerful wizards in Tyrsall. If he couldn’t help us, I’m not sure any wizard can.”

“If Rallus even cast the banishing spell. You said yourself that you weren’t sure.”

“Yes, but we also tried two others. Do you really think we’ll have better luck elsewhere?”

Treya slumped. “I guess not, but then why am I going to Circle Bay with you? We’ve got to try something!”

“We’ll keep trying, but I thought you came because that bishop friend of yours said we should stay together.”

“Telkin’s my friend, but I’d never met Bishop Lastal before then. You still don’t trust him?”

“I think he’s hiding something, at least.”

“How do we find out?”

“We might not be able to. We can’t go into the Temple of Allosur and accuse the bishop of lying to us. I don’t even know for sure that he is.”

“So, what do we do?”

“Stay together until we figure it out. Lodarin seems to think I should be able to feel myself casting the spell. Maybe I can learn how to undo it.”

#

As she swayed in the wind, Shavala wrapped her arms more tightly around the rigging from her perch on a spar—which the sailors called a yard—two thirds of the way up the foremast. After three days of travel, the sight of the ocean all around her still hadn’t lost any of its wonder.

When she wasn’t watching the ocean, she was watching the sails, but she still hadn’t figured out how they worked. The ship was sailing almost perpendicular to the wind, but somehow they were able to arrange the sails in a way that let them keep moving south. The crew kept a close watch on the wind at all times, and would adjust how the sails were configured based on how it was blowing. Each of the three masts had multiple sails, and when changes were needed, one of the crew members would shout them out. Sailors would then scramble all over the masts and the rigging, furling some sails and unfurling others.

Shavala couldn’t follow what they did. The sailors spoke in a combination of Eastern and Seaborn most of the time, neither of which she was fluent in, and when they called out changes, they didn’t seem to be using real words at all. Bobo hadn’t been able to follow it either. When the sailors weren’t busy changing the sails, they were constantly put to work cleaning or looking for things that needed repairs.

For something so large being pushed by nothing more than wind, the ship went much faster than she had expected. Captain Tevian had told her it could make eighty or eighty-five miles a day in typical weather.

The ship went faster when there was more wind, or when the wind was coming from directly behind it. She wasn’t sure how to make either of those things happen more consistently, though. Meritia had never taught her to manipulate the weather, warning her not to attempt it until she was stronger and more skilled.

But what was the harm in trying? Shavala extended her elder senses, reaching out to the wind she could feel all around her. She’d felt it before, of course. Wind was nearly always present, even on a still day, and she could sense it to know how it would affect the flight of an arrow or the glide of a hawk.

She’d never tried to grasp the wind itself, though. It was huge, and heavy. How could air feel heavy? The wind in her hair was connected to the wind surrounding the ship, and it was all being constantly pushed by the winds farther out. By other things, too, like the warmth of the sun reflecting off the water.

How could anyone move the wind? It wasn’t well ordered, like water. Water went down, when not blocked by something else, and it preferred to travel in paths that had been smoothed out by other water before it. The wind, on the other hand, was chaotic and unpredictable.

She took a deep breath, then tried to take the wind that was blowing in her hair and aim it away from her instead. Her vision grayed out and she lost hold of the rigging she’d been using to keep her balance. As she slipped off the spar, she managed to grasp a rope that hung nearby, and used it to guide her fall to the triangular platform below her. She landed with a thump, startling the boy who was there untangling a knot.

“You a’right?” he asked in Eastern.

She nodded, but didn’t try to speak yet. The boy continued his work, pausing every few minutes to glance at her suspiciously.

After her nerves had calmed down, she decided to stay on the platform rather than climb back up to the yard. “Why don’t we sail closer to land?” she asked in the trade tongue.

“We must ta follow da currents,” the boy said.

“Currents?”

“Da currents of da water. Ta make da ship go faster.”

Rivers had currents, but she’d thought the sea only had waves. How could there be a current going south while the waves were headed west toward the coast? Perhaps water wasn’t as well ordered as she’d thought. She was about to reach out with her elder senses again when a small, silvery shape jumped out of the water. At first, she thought it was a fish jumping up for an insect—if there were any insects this far from shore—but it didn’t fall back down again. The silver shape flew in the air, faster than the ship, then dove back into the water.

“What was that?” she asked, pointing.

The boy looked that down just as another of the shapes jumped into the air. “Flying fish.”

“Fish can fly?”

“Some of ‘em. Da bigger fish is probably trying ta eat it.”

Shavala was astounded. She’d spent years learning about animals, including ones she hadn’t seen in real life yet, but she’d never heard of a fish that flew. It hadn’t been in her book of rare wildlife, either. She and Bobo were still reading through the entries, but she’d looked at all the pictures and would have remembered something like that.

“I’m going to get a better look,” she said.

She scrambled down the combination of rope ladders and rigging that the sailors used for climbing the mast. After three days, she’d gotten almost as fast at it as them. Katrin and Bobo had both flatly refused to try, and Treya had looked sick at the thought. Corec hadn’t come up from his cabin long enough for her to mention it to him.

Once on the deck, she ran to the railing to look over. The fish were still jumping out of the water, and now that she was closer, she could see the wings spread out to their sides, though it seemed they were gliding rather than actually flying. There were larger, darker shapes in the water pursuing them, and she watched as they continued leaping out of the water, then dropping back down again. Sometimes, they’d barely touch the surface with their tail before launching back into the air.

Perhaps she should be taking notes on any plants or animals that hadn’t been covered by her druid training. Unfortunately, she couldn’t add drawings like the ones in her book—she hadn’t inherited any of her father’s artistic skill, much to his disappointment—but she could still describe what she’d seen, and write up any details she could find out from the ship’s crew. She went to look for the captain to ask about borrowing paper, pen, and ink.