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DOMINIONA World Of THIRIA NOVEL

BY

JOHNNY M

(Original Rough Draft of BOOK 1)


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CHAPTER 1

The girl fell onto the wet, spongy ground. Without thinking, she quickly picked herself up and continuedrunning, barely aware of the new pain in her ankle. The park was populated by shades, a far cry from the warm,peaceful retreat she knew from her days away from the hotel. The trees mocked her, and the moon had become acold, faceless voyeur.

She could hear the man following her, his pace never relenting but seeming to quicken with her breathing.

What had she ever done to deserve this? Who was this man? She didnt know and quickly determined that shedidnt care. Her mind was focused only on primal instinct. Run. Hide. Away.

Despite her mental state, she was still able to remember the turns and features of the park easily. Her onlyhope was that her pursuer was not as intimately acquainted. Hope was outrunning her, and every shortcut, everytrick she tried to evade the man had failed to gain her any ground. She even thought she heard him laughing.

Where was the watch? Why was the park so empty?

Eventually, she came across her destination: the enclosed rose garden. The gate was locked, and she sworeat herself for not realizing that it would be. She couldnt climb the walls. The pain in her ankle, slowly asserting

itself in her mind, made sure of that. She pulled the long metal pin from the carefully assembled hair on top of herhead, the long strands falling in front of her eyes.

Come on, come on! Damn you! She struggled with the lock, furiously shaking the pin within it. Shehadnt had to do this in years. Legal and gainful employment had not been without its downside.

What are you doing, Thalia? The man drew the name out carefully, like a line in a song. Thalia stopped,allowing herself a soft, sharp cry before resuming her work. Focus! Who cared how he knew her name? If shecould just open the damn lock

Thalia

Click.

Thank the Sisters! Thalia ran into the garden, quickly reaching her hand through the door to close themetal grate and snap the lock back into place. She leaned against the stone wall, actually grateful for the feeling ofthe rubytear thorns quietly scratching her legs. Her heart and lungs had finally caught up with her brain, but theyrefused to slacken their pace. Thalia took a few deep breaths, holding herself to steady her trembling body.

Thinkthink

Who was this man? She was one of the best stewards in the hotel. It couldnt have been a disgruntledcustomer. She would admit that she was pretty, but she had only ever been with Telen, so it couldnt be a hurt lover.

Who would stalk her? There had to be a reason she was now hiding in a damp garden, her ankle throbbing in pain.There had to be. Who was it? Who?

Its not who you think.

The voice was the same from outside, but it was darker, dripping with shadow. It was oddly atonal, as if amelody was hidden within. An alien hymn. And it had come from inside the garden.

Who are you? Her voice was sharp and piercing. She stood up, pressing herself harder against the wall.There was only one door to the garden, she was sure of it. She still had the hairpin in her hand, clutching it as tightas her fingers would allow.


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Its not who you think

What do you

Want? He didnt laugh, but he didnt have to. That one word was enough. Thalia could only vocalize ashudder as she frantically grabbed at the lock through the door. Stupid girl. Damned, stupid girl.

And it seemed so clever at the time. He was right behind her. He slowly slid his hand around her waist.Thalia froze. Even her eyelids refused to blink.

Such a shame. The voice was no longer made of shadow, but had a dulcet, nearly feminine tone. Italmost hid the sound of scraping steel.

She didnt even have a chance to scream.


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CHAPTER 2


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Miriams eyes flashed open, and her hand instinctively grabbed the pendant around her neck. Her fingersexplored the smooth green stone in the center, tracing the contours. The room was dark, the only illumination asmall glow under the door, the excess lantern light from the hallway. She looked around the room, letting her eyesadjust, searching for the shadow figures that had woken her. When she was finally certain that there were none, sheslowly arose from the bed.

She walked slowly to the wardrobe, opening it with hands that still trembled despite her best efforts. Shepulled out the modest white robe from inside and slipped it on, not bothering to tie the waist with the gold braid

hanging next to it. It took her far longer than it should have to put on the soft boots she usually wore around thetemple. She cursed her fear inwardly as she tried to steady herself, breathing deeply.

Sweet Chalcedia, grant me strength, she whispered, and almost in response, a feeling of warmth flowedover her for a brief moment. Ever since she had returned to Shantavel from her pilgrimage to Dereineau, shed hadthe nightmares. She was accustomed to having visions, brief and abstract flashes of divine insight that left herdisoriented, but this was something entirely different and tremendously more unsettling.

The temple was quiet this early in the morning, the only sound made the echoes of a priestess. Miriamrecognized it as a prayer for the wounded, and she realized there must be new entrants in the petitioners hospital.She recognized the voice, as well. Only one priestess could sing that prayer with such confidence and power.

Miriam made her way downstairs to the hospital and found the door ajar. She quietly waited in the doorwayuntil the song ended, taking in the new entrants. It was a young woman, badly beaten and breathing slowly, her eyesclosed. A young man sat next to her holding her hand, a pained expression on his face. Miriam began to removeherself from the doorway out of respect when a delicate hand stopped her.

Sister Miriam.

Good evening, Mother Jessica.

Does something trouble you?

It canwait until the morning, Mother.

I have done all I can for the girl. It is in the hands of the Goddess, now. What can I do for you at this latehour?

I had the dreams again, Mother.

Mother Jessica slowly closed the door to the infirmary and began to lead Miriam down the hall. The twowomen walked slowly side by side, their hands folded within their robes.

How many nights has this been now?

At least five now, and three of them this week. Theyre getting worse, more intense each time. I could hearthe screams. I could feel the walls against my skin. Mother, what must it mean? Ive never had these kind ofdreams before.

The Goddess works in mysterious ways, my child. There must be a reason you are receiving the dreams, ashorrible as they are.

Why do you think the Goddess chose me?


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You see the signs in the water better then most. Seek your heart. Why do you think she chose you,Miriam?

Miriam stopped where she was, her head lowered in thought. Of all the sisters in the mission, why did ithave to be her? She searched her mind, her past, her memories. A flash of recognition crossed her vision, and sheraised her head again.

I think the Goddess is telling me to fight a great evil. Its my past, as a soldier. Thats why she thinks I

must be the one to do it.

If the evil is as dangerous as you believe, you will not be able to face them alone.

I know who I need to find. But I am not sure how.

Sing to the Goddess, and watch the signs in the water. She will guide you and give you insight. But I askyou to be discreet about it, child. Certain members of the Council do not take lightly to the occupation of demonhunter, no matter the reputation or the aim. They would not stand for the House of Mercy officially aiding them,although you have my support.

As you wish, Mother. Miriam bowed her head, and quickly ran back to her room to prepare. MotherJessica watched her leave, whispering a prayer.


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CHAPTER 3


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The moon was brighter than it should have been. It peered through the veil of clouds covering the sky asthe two travelers made their way through the quiet streets of the city. The inn wasnt far from the city gates, but themoonlight created flickering shadows that caused the travelers to take their steps slowly and cautiously.

I dont think we have anything to worry about, the first one said. The city seems to have retired early.

We can never be too careful, the second one replied. Weve come too far to be ambushed now. Hishand never seemed to leave the handle of his blade.

Kieran, look around. Its nothing. Well be at the inn soon.

Youre right, Jos. Its justIm tense. Shantavel is rarely this quiet without good reason. I havent seen adrunk stumble out a tavern yet or any of the usual lads and ladies of the evening.

Maybe its a holiday.

I grew up here. I dont remember any holidays this solemn.

Kieran and Jos finally saw the glowing lights from inside the Silver Griffon, their usual place of residence

when traveling through Shantavel. Cheap and simple, but for a few weeks, it would be home. They could hear asoft lute from inside the inn, the notes wafting out like an aroma beckoning travelers inside.

I have the money. You take the horses around back to the stable. Kieran nodded and carefully led thehorses to the rear of the large building.

Jos entered the inn and immediately felt a wave of sensation hit him. The warmth of the fire, the sound oflarge glasses of drink landing on wooden tables, the smell of spiced meat. It was certainly a respite from weeks oflean-tos and forest clearings.

Ah, Mr. Balo! Its good to see you again.

Jos turned to see who had greeted him. Sure enough, it was Jassilla Valenstone, the proprietress of theSilver Griffon for many years now. Her curly hair was arranged in braids adorned with simple charms and stones.She strode around the counter to embrace Jos as he walked toward her.

Well met again, Jassilla. I trust all is well with you and your family?

Cant complain, can I? Weve been doing good business since the last time you were around. I presumethat your husband is with you?

Of course. Hes taking the horses to the stable.

Good, good. Theres a room available for you if youd like it. You do plan on staying, dont you?

For at least a few weeks. Jos produce a handful of small gold coins and placed them in Jassillas hand.

Right, then. I hope this doesnt mean we should beexpecting trouble? Youre not here for

No. No troubles as far as I know. Goddesses willing. Why, have you heard of something?

Not as such. Although

What is it, Jassilla?


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My head serving girl, Thalia. She hasnt been heard from for two days. Even her man hasnt seen a traceof her. It worries me.

If you like, we can see what we can do for you, but it sounds like it might be a job for the city watch.

Youre likely, right, although I dont trust them around this part of town. Any help you could give wouldbe much appreciated.

For all youve done for us, it wont be a problem. Jos smiled warmly and placed his hand on Jassillasshoulder.

Thank you. Goddesses bless you boys. Youre always so good to me. Any requests from the kitchen?You both must be exhausted.

We are, in fact. Weve been on the road for two weeks. A couple of spiced ciders and some fresh breadwould be wonderful.

Ill have someone bring it out to you. If you need anything else, just let me know? With a final hug,

Jassilla went back behind the counter to deposit Jos money and tend to her duties. Jos found a table close to thehearth and wearily sat himself down. His muscles and joints seemed to collapse into the chair, not caring that it washard and wooden. The heat from the fire seemed to welcome him, wrapping invisible fingers around the exposedparts of his skin. He barely noticed Kieran coming to join him.

At home already, I see.

Quite a bit, in fact.

Perhaps weve stayed here too often, Kieran said as a barmaid brought two glasses filled with an aromatic,warm cider and a small basket containing a fresh loaf of bread. Kieran ripped off a chunk of the bread eagerly.

Did you see Jassilla already?

Yes. In fact, she has a job for us.

Kieran froze, his mouth open, the chunk of bread almost in his mouth.

Well, it wouldnt be a trip home if we werent busy. Idle hands. Wicked workshop. You know the saying.

It doesnt sound demonic or supernatural. Just a missing persons case. It shouldnt be difficult for us tohandle.

You always say that, and I always end up with a blade in my face. Kieran smirked at Jos as he took a biteof the bread.

If I didnt think you liked that kind of thing, I would stop. Jos smiled back. Kieran swallowed his foodand leaned forward to kiss Jos quickly when a presence near their table broke the mood.

Kieran Redmoon?

Both men turned to address the speaker. Before them stood a tall, statuesque woman, her ash blond hairtied back in an elaborate bun. She wore a close-fitting white robe and a silver pendant set with a smooth piece ofjade. A mace with a white head sat tied to her belt.


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Miriam?

Its been a long time, Kieran. I need your help.

Its going to be a long night, Jos whispered to himself and settled into the chair.


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CHAPTER 4


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It has been a long time, Miriam. Youve traded your chain mail in for priestess robes, I see.

That was a lifetime ago. Im no longer that person.

Thats a shame. You used to be a great warrior. Kieran took a long swig of his cider. Jos was nervouslydrumming his fingers against his own mug.

And I still am. I serve the Lady of Mercy now. My enemies are the pain and suffering I see on the faces of

the people of Shantavel.

Kieran couldnt stifle his laughter. Jos glared at him and slapped his shoulder. Kieran still didnt stoplaughing, and turned to Miriam.

Is that what they train you to say at your temple?

Kieran, leave her alone. She needs our help. Jos took a sip of his own cider.

Two jobs in one night? Wow, we really dont get any time to ourselves anymore, do we?

If youre not going to help me, Mr. Redmoon, Miriam spat out the final words, perhaps I shall call in myfavors at another time.

What favors?

Take a look at yourself, sometime. It should be a scar about this wide, she held her fingers a few hair-breadths apart, and about as long as your hand. It should run down your left side. It was left by

By the cutlass dipped in flaming oil used by the worshipper of a demon. I know, I know. The dress mayhave changed, but your still the same stubborn Miriam Astryr. Kieran drank again from his mug and took a long,deep breath. Im sorry, Miriam. Please, tell me what you need. Miriam didnt let his lack of enthusiasm deter herfrom sitting down and beginning her story.

It began about two weeks ago. Horrible dreams would wake me in the night. Nightmares Ive never hadbefore.

What kind of nightmares? Kieran kept his voice low.

They always started out the same. I was in a dark, wet passageway lined with stone. There were no torchesor lanterns, just strange rocks embedded into the walls that would glow with an unnatural light. As if they were litfrom within. I would walk down this path for quite some time, and the more I walked, I would hear voices singingin the, Miriam lowered her head slightly, language of magic.

Gnosis? Jos exhaled the word.

Yes, but not like Ive heard before. It sounded different. Like some of the letters had been switched outfor others.

Like a cipher or a code? Kieran asked.

Yes, exactly. There were so many voices: men, women, deep bass tones, and high sopranos. It was such adin, almost a mockery of the songs we sing to the Goddesses. The closer I got to the sound of the voices, themore I heard people crying, people in pain. I eventually come to a door, and as I reach out to pull it open, I feel a


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coldthing on my shoulder. Not quite a hand, but something much more alien than that. It whispers to me in thacorrupted language and says my nameand thats always when I wake up.

How many times have you had this dream? Jos was intently taking in Miriams story.

At least five. Each time it gets a little more intense. Ive never had these kinds of dreams before. In fact, Igenerally dont remember my dreams at all. I believe that Im being given these dreams for a reason. I dont thinkits a coincidence that you came back to town.

How did you find us so quickly?

I sang to the Goddess at the temples reflecting pool. She was able to guide me. The visions aresometimes frustrating to decipher, but knowing that youve always stayed here every time youve come to Shantavelhelped me out.

You could have just checked with his parents, Jos said with a slight chuckle. We wrote them weeks agoto tell them we were going to be here in time for the autumnal equinox.

I hardly thought that waking the Redmoons at this late hour was an appropriate course of action. Miriam

shifted slightly in her seat to hide her embarrassment.

So, Kieran said, steering the conversation back to the topic at hand, what exactly is the favor yourcashing in, Sister Miriam?

I want you to help me investigate the cause of my dreams. Im certain theres something in the city causingthem. I didnt start to get them until I returned from Shantavel. I had been on a mission to our temple inDereineau. Almost the same night I returned, the nightmares began. Im sure theres something in town causingthem. A cult, maybe? Some new force taking up root?

It wouldnt be the first time weve gone into dank, stone tunnels to ferret out badness, thats for certain,Jos said. Maybe this is connected to the favor Jassilla asked us about.

That would be far too convenient, dont you think? Kieran asked, raising an eyebrow. Jos only looked athim with false apathy.

You and I both know after ten years in this occupation that

There are never coincidences. Yeah, I know.

So will you help? Miriam asked. Kieran and Jos traded glances.

Why dont we talk more about a plan of action over in our room? Kieran suggested. Might as well bring

another mug of cider. It may be a long night.

All three of them rose and headed for their room. In the corner of the inns tavern room, a slim figurewatched discreetly, her eyes peering from under a hood. She took a silent drink from her stein and searched aroundthe room. She set the drink down, only half-full, and stood up as if to leave. Almost immediately, a barmaid movedin to take the stein and clear off the table. When she noticed the amount of liquid left inside, she turned to thehooded figure.


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Darling, youve still got plenty of drink in there. Are you sure you want to head out now?

Dont worry, the figure said. Youll see me again.


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CHAPTER 5


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Xanthe surveyed the assembled nobles before her. Couples twirled in time with the waltz as others mingledat expansive and elaborate buffets of exotic delicacies and free-flowing wine. She had to admit that the Caecinandiamond ale was, in fact, particularly delightful, but she couldnt think about things like that now. She scanned thecrowd again, fanning herself and wishing that she could remove herself from the bodice she found herself trappedin.

Dear, youve been standing there waiting for ages, a similarly-dressed woman next to Xanthe offered. Ifyoure waiting on a suitor, he may not have come.

No, hes here. I know he is. Im a patient woman. I can wait.

I admire your optimism, the other woman sighed. Ive barely had so much as a how do you do fromanyone except Lord Reneir. Xanthe laughed lightly to herself in response.

As did I. His reputation proceeds him, although hes the only one who doesnt know.

Perhaps Ill try fishing in more fertile waters. I hope your suitor comes for you.

Best of luck. Xanthe curtsied to the woman, who responded in kind and gracefully walked away. Xanthe

tapped her foot impatiently, careful not to let the hard sole of her boot come down too forcefully onto the floor.Ladies dont wear leather boots up to their knees, after all, especially if they hide daggers.

Dammit, she muttered under her breath, show your face you sodding coward. She slapped her fanloudly against her hand, folding it with one swift gesture, and began to walk away when a voice stopped her.

Looking for someone, my most radiant lady?

Finally, Xanthe whispered and turned around, a wide, happy, completely artificial smile on her face.

Sir Vadnais! Xanthe gasped in a mockery of the prim, proper tone shed heard so many women use forthe past month. I didnt see you there. You startled me, good sir.

Ah, that was not my intention, my lady. Vadnais took Xanthes hand and kissed it. Xanthe inhaled,thrusting her breasts forward as much as they could muster, trapped as they were in the dress corset. She wishedshe could blush on command.

You are as charming as you are handsome, good sir. Xanthe had to admit that he was attractive, at least atfirst glance. The distinctive Karambelasti accent certainly helped.

What is your name, my dear?

You may call me Lysandra.

Such a beautiful name for such a beautiful woman. Vadnais leaned forward and placed his hand onXanthes waist. Would you care to dance, Lysandra? Xanthe responded by lifting her skirt and gently leading himto the floor. The two of them joined the dancers already there easily. Xanthe had not forgotten her days oftraining. Ladies waltz, she was told, and it was expected to be gracious when asked by a man.

Ladies can go sod themselves, Xanthe thought.

You dance wonderfully, dear Lysandra.


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As do you, my good sir. It is a shame that you shall have to return to your home soon. Xanthe continuedto smile. She didnt know how much more of this she could handle. Might as well get to it. Do you do all thingsas well, Sir Vadnais?

Of course, my dear.

I have heard suchstories about you, sir. I have been told of your prowess. Tell meare the rumourstrue?

They say that there is a measure of truth in all rumours, my dear.

They also say that truth is best seen, not spoken. Xanthe lowered her eyelids ever so slightly, againholding her breasts forward when she saw his eyes begin to drift down her body.

Aye. It is.

Shall we? Xanthe leaned in, whispering the words into his ear, a soft, moist question.

Sir Vadnais took Xanthes hand and led her discreetly off the floor. Xanthe directed him to one of the

small rooms on the side of the ballroom, one of the many private lounges set up for such matters. The room wassmall but comfortable with a large chaise-lounge dominating the far side of the room book-ended by ornate tablesand heatless lanterns. Rich velvet tapestries hung from the walls depicting heroes of old. As Vadnais headed to thechaise-lounge, Xanthe turned her back to the inside of the door, and quickly fixed the lock shut without a hint inher face or body language. Vadnais relaxed on the soft, plush furniture, his legs slightly spread. He smiled withanticipation.

Sir Vadnais, I must say I am honoured and privileged to be alone with you.

My dear, you have not had the honour yet.

I could say the same of you. Xanthe reached for the lace of the corset behind her back. You have no

idea of whats about to happen. Vadnais leaned forward to help Xanthe with her dress, but she took a step back,shaking her head. No, good lord, this is all for you.

It took Xanthe a moment to undo the lace. Her torso heaved its relief, grateful to be free of the binding.She had to be quick with this. One pull on the lace and the dress would be gone for good. Pierrick had seen tothat. It had cost her coin above coin, but it would be worth it. Vadnais leaned back more, displaying his prominentcodpiece. He relaxed himself into the chaise-lounge and removed his overcoat.

Are you prepared, Sir Vadnais?

Oh, yes, my dear.

Good. Xanthe pulled one last time on the lace and the dress seemed to disintegrate, pulling apart intosections that cascade to the floor. A mild courtesan was no longer standing in front of Sir Vadnais. She had beenreplaced with a woman dressed in sleek, black leather armor, a quartet of small, wicked-looking knives strapped to abandolier across her chest. A pair of large daggers hung at her hips in criss-crossed belts.

Ah, thats much better. Xanthe pulled the pin holding her hair in place, allowed the dark red curls to falldown.

What is the meaning of Before Vadnais could even finish the sentence, Xanthe had pulled the daggersfrom her sides and lunged at him all in one impossibly fast motion, one of the blades at his throat with another just


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a hair away from his codpiece. The voice that had filled him with lust and need was suddenly inspiring fear anddread.

Im the fastest woman this side of the Karynth with a dagger. Scream, and I dont know which of theseblades youll feel first. Fail to answer any of my questions, and one my hands might just slip a little. Do we have anunderstanding? Vadnais, his eyes wide, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Good. Now. We have business to discuss, Sir Vadnais. We can start with a nice, long conversation about

who exactly you sold my brother to.


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CHAPTER 6


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The shaking wagon woke Ioan up from his dreamless sleep. He rarely had dreams anymore, and even whenhe did they were rarely pleasant, violent yet subtle reminders of what happened almost a year ago. Was it a year agoso far? He couldnt remember anymore. He measured time by the length of the contests at this point.

The only sound in the night was the sounds the carriage made as it slowly made its way down the semi-smooth road heading toward the city. They never took main roads when they were transported, and rarely such niceaccommodations. But the nobleman who had made the purchase was very generous, and the supplier felt inclinedto offer him a more luxurious package.

Ioan tested the iron manacles around his wrists. Of course he had no chance of breaking them, even withhis strength. They had to make sure of that after the last time. He rubbed his aching shoulders, trying to work outthe cramps from how he had slept. There wasnt much room to stretch out in the carriage, especially with fourother passengers inside, but he had been in much worse conditions than this and not complained, so there was nopoint in starting to do so now. If he was lucky, he would have a room this nice when he arrived.

The auction had been swifter and more organized than usual, even while it was more ceremonious. Thesupplier had been a pompous man, even more so than most of that type that Ioan had known. He insisted onpageantry and spectacle, when a simple parade of the goods and a quick bidding process would have sufficed. Ioanhated it when the process was dragged out. He almost found it hard to stifle laughter when he saw the buyers lined

up, all in long robes and garish masks.

He had been dragged onto the platform toward the end of the auction. A singular prize, he had beencalled, the Titan of the South. He stood before the crowd half-naked, what clothes he was allowed to wear hadbeen cut and torn to show off the muscles in his limbs. In case the crowd didnt see that, the auctioneer had pokedand prodded his arms and legs like he was inspecting a prize bull. How much would you pay for this magnificentspecimen, this accomplished champion of battle? 650 gold pieces. That was the price on Ioans head.

Now Ioan was headed to a new city, to a new arena, to a new underground. Some cities had sanctioned thefights. Ioan relished traveling to those places. It meant sunlight and walking above ground, albeit with heavy guardand escorts. This city forbade the practice, and so Ioan knew he would be sequestered and kept under lock and key.

Ioan never imagined his life would ever have come to this. He was once a promising student, adept at bothcombat training and the finer arts, and he was planning to take up medicine. That was before the incident, beforethe dead rose from the ground and took over the land. He still saw the grinning face in his dreams, the cruel eyes ofthe woman who had come to the city and claimed retribution for a wrong that was never explained.

What dreams he did have always ended with the same image. The woman laughing, a sword in her hands, aswirl of dark energy around her like black storm clouds. The citizens fought back as well as they could, but theassault was too much. Skeletons animated by foul magic mercilessly fought their way to the center of town, aidedby howling beasts covered in spines and spikes. Ioan had personally slain a score of the horrible things, but evenhis prowess was limited. His parents had fallen, and his sister had vanished. The woman took him and severalother survivors captive. He hadnt seen the rest since the first auction in Khamaat.

You awake, Titan?

Ioan was surprised to hear anybody else stirring. He kept his voice low.

Yes. I never sleep well in the wagons.

Me, either. Something about being transported in manacles against my will seems to keep me from arestful sleep. He thought he saw him smirk.

Youre new to this, arent you?


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Its been a couple of months. Ive only had two fights so far.

But you survived. Thats a good start.

True. I guess I should count my blessings.

Youll get used to it if you can keep your wits about you.

I guess you would know, right? Youre the great Titan, after all.

I hate that name.

It suits you. Big, strong man with a big weapon. And youve never lost a match. Youll be out of heresoon, I bet.

What makes you say that?

Isnt that how it works? You either die in the ring or you win your freedom. That is how it works, right?

Ioan said nothing in response. Right?

Thats what I keep getting told. Ioan let his voice trail off. The air was filled with a thick, heavy silencepunctuated only by horse hooves and the creaking of wagon wheels. Finally, Ioan spoke up again.

Do you know where were heading?

Its a pretty big city. One of the jewels of the north coast, they say. Its called Shantavel.

Shantavel. Good to know. Ioan turned away from his fellow passenger and tried to rest his eyes. He hada feeling that he would not be getting any rest for quite a while.


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CHAPTER 7


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Are you sure we shouldnt have escorted her back to the temple? It is fairly late after all. Jos was carefullyunpacking the contents of his backpack onto the rooms small table as Kieran stared out the window. Kieranwatched as Miriam walked briskly but carefully through the streets, her white robe making her stand out even in themoonlit darkness.

Miriam can take care of herself. She may wear the robes of a priestess, but you and I both know whatshes capable of. I have no doubt she can handle any trouble she may come across. Although to be honest, I doubteven in a city like this a thief would stoop so low as to attack aholy woman.

You have a very hard time with that concept, dont you?

What concept?

Miriam the Holy Woman. Miriam the Bringer of Mercy. Miriam, Our Lady of

Thats enough, Kieran said, not turning to look at him. Miriam was once a fierce warrior. I dontremember anyone so efficient in combat. Now Kieran sighed and relaxed his shoulders slightly. Jos came upbehind him and put his arms around Kierans waist.

We all have our own paths. She chose hers. You cant fault her for that.

Youre right. It just seems like

Like nothing. Do you remember the day we met? I was training to be an herbalist in Vespersky.

That was 10 years ago, Jos.

Yes. I had never seen the world outside the village, and I never thought I would. Then you showed up. Iinsisted on following you around. You thought I was an awestruck little hick.

Sorry. Kieran smiled a little at the memory.

Its all right. But you remember what ended up happening? You told me to listen to the spirits, the ones Ihad heard and seen since I was a teenager. That was the first time I ever performed gnosis. You awoke a spark inme. Kieran eased into Jos embrace and placed his own arm around the back of Jos head. Jos leaned in, restinghis head on Kierans shoulder.

You do have a point here, dont you?

My point is that I chose to follow you. I chose to let the spirits in. It shocked my village and shamed myparents, but I did it. You supported me every step I took. Why cant you see that in Miriam? We all follow the roadwere meant to.

Yes, youre right. Its just hard to reconcile, thats all.

Its a bit of a change, I know. Shes still our friend, though, and right now she needs our help and support.So no more jokes at the expense of her church. Agreed?

Yes sir, Mr. Balo. Kieran raised his free hand in mock salute, but Jos stopped it midway with a playfulslap. Kieran smiled and pulled Jos onto the bed with him. The two embraced and kissed slowly and quietly.


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Its pretty late. Why dont we get ready for bed? Jos said in a low voice. Without rising from the bed,both men quickly removed their clothing and pulled the covers over themselves. Jos pulled himself in close toKeiran, their bodies instinctively intertwining.

One of these days were going to have to come here and not take on a mission of any kind. No missingpersons or underground mayhem. Well just stay in the inn, maybe check out the artists quarter, spend time withyour parents. I believe they call that a holiday. Jos kissed the back of Kierans neck.

Always the optimist, arent you?

One of us has to be.

Kieran kissed him back and the two quickly fell asleep.

*****

Jos found himself bathed in a soft blue light. It surrounded him, seemed to penetrate his skin deep into hisnerves. It was oddly comforting, but there was a strange undercurrent to it. He recognized this feeling, but it hadbeen years since he had felt it.

A shimmering path stood before him leading into the unknown. He thought he heard a womans voicecalling in the distance, singing. He knew the tone, he thought he could make out the words, but it all came throughas if it was underwater, muffled and muted. Without thinking, he began walking down the path, taking careful stepsand stopping every few moments to see if he could make out what he heard.

Hildegardis? Jos called out. His voice echoed against walls that werent there, circling around him like afog. He continued down the path. The light began to coalesce, forming into small points surrounded by fierynimbuses. They seemed to hum and pulse in time with the singing voice. It was becoming louder, and he couldmake out more of the words and melody.

The shadow comes, and the sun hides

The star of guidance trapped insideYou will not be ready.

The words were in the language he knew only from his time in meditation, the language of gnosis and ofsecret things. The same words, over and over. You will not be readyyou will not be ready.

What am I not ready for? What shadow comes?

Heart of ice and eyes of fireThe scars of bitter blood empireYou will not be ready.

Even for you, these riddles are odd, Hildegaris. Jos waited for a response, but he received none. Whywont you speak to me?

You will not be ready.

The light began to shift and change. The blue faded to purple, then finally to a dark, almost sickening red.The points of light began to take flight, surrounding Jos like a swarm of angry, threatening insects. They circledhim, taunted him, followed his every step.


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Enough! In the name of Hildegaris, the pillar of illumination, I demand you show your form to me! Luxvivens veritas! Jos thrust his hand forward, his index and middle fingers together, and a brilliant blue-wight lighterupted from his eyes.

The lights swarmed in front of Jos as if of one mind, a shifting and swarming mass of near-blinding redlight. They spun and flashed until they formed an image, a ghost of a woman, a dark beauty barely visible in theflickering illumination. She smiled, an unsettling and grim sight. She slowly danced and spun around Jos, as iftracing a circle around him. Even when he walked forward, she circled him, never seeming to come any closer or

move any further away.

You will not be ready, son of Beloran.

Ready for what? Jos held his hand forward still, the blue-white light still surrounding it.

For anything. For me. For HIM. The last word was possessed of a dark vibrancy, and it echoed throughJos mind, seeming to ricochet off the walls of his skull and tunnel through his brain. HIMHIMHIM

Jos gritted his teeth and tried to fight back. Lux vivens veritaslux vivens veritas

Lux vivens veritas!

Kieran jumped out of bed, his hand reaching for the blade propped up against the wall. Jos was breathingheavy, his body dripping with sweat. A soft blue light filled the room briefly, and Kieran traded glances with hispartner as it began to fade.

Are you all right?

Idont know.


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The morning air was crisp and slightly damp. Jos and Kieran wrapped themselves in thick wool cloaks asthey walked the distance to Miriams church. Jos used his battle staff to help him along, his legs a little weak fromlack of restful sleep. The weather had not deterred the usual business of the city from beginning, although it wasnot as vibrant or active as it should have been.

The two men had said little to each other since the sudden awakening thanks to Jos dream. Kieran hadspent most of the night holding Jos, and Jos for his part had tried to silently make sense of it all. They tookbreakfast in the inns common room, spoke with Jassilla about Thalias routine and favorite haunts, and stepped into

the overcast morning. They had almost reached the church when Kieran looked at Jos with concern. Jos smiledwanly in response.

Im all right, you know. It was just abad dream. Thats all.

You were using gnosis in your sleep, Jos. You know that worries me.

I can control it.

Thats not why Im worried. I know what those words do. You were trying to use light to revealsomething hidden. You were calling on Hildegaris. Jos didnt respond. Kieran put Jos hand in his own and Jos

responded with a light squeeze of recognition. I dont have your gifts. Ive always been a little envious of that.But the aeons speak to you for a reason. If youre trying to summon them when youre sleeping, that makes mewonder what theyre trying to tell you.

I wish I knew, Kieran. It wasnt Hildegaris that was calling me in that dream. It was something orsomeone else. You wont be ready for HIM. Jos placed a low emphasis on the last word, as if it was a curseword. I think another mage invaded my dream.

It sounds similar to Miriams dream.

Im beginning to dislike the similarities that are traveling with us. Jos placed his hood over his head as thewind began to pick up. Kieran stopped him and turned to face him.

Hey. I thought you were supposed to be the optimistic one.

I might be more optimistic if we stopped somewhere for some very strong tea.

Then lets go get our priestess.

*****

Miriam prepared herself as best she could. She thought she had given this all up years ago. She neverparted with the memories of that time, or with the small trunk she kept at the foot of her bed. She didnt know

why she didnt get rid of them when she joined the church. She told herself it was a reminder of who she oncewas, of the life she had given up. Now, it looked like she might need to call upon that person again.

She didnt know what kind of trouble she might expect. At any rate, to see a priestess of Chalcedia skulkingaround in dark places wouldnt do. The white robe was too much of a target for the things that might hide in thoseshadows. A suit of leather armor covered in silver rings, now that might cause someone or something to thinktwice.

Miriam was pleased to find that the armor still fit her. While she was no longer routinely making treksthrough the wilderness or swinging a massive sword, she was still in shape. This bodes well, she told herself. Sheslipped on the boots and the gloves, just as the habit was. Her ash blond hair hung in a tight braid down her back as


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she tightened her belt and secured the silver-white mace to her side. While it was a trusty weapon, she had to admitit lacked the heft and authority her old broad sword had.

Miriam reached for her cloak and stopped when she saw herself in the mirror. She slowly approached themirror, as if greeting a stranger. She reached for her reflection and traced the faint scar she could see along herneck. That had been the message that had sent her into the church. It had been years ago, but she could still feel akind of cool warmth radiate from it.

She clasped the cloak around her neck and placed the hood up. She checked herself one last time to take afinal inventory before she decided she was going to leave. Mother Jessica had instructed her to wait until morningofferings had finished being sung. The last thing anyone wanted was to alert the rest of the church to Miriamsinvestigation. She touched the head of the mace one last time.

Chalcedia, give me strength. Know that I do this for the good of all.

She took a final breath and headed toward the back entrance of the church. It was time.

*****

Xanthe carefully made her way through the back streets of the citys lower ward. In the two months she hadbeen here, she had made sure to learn the ways of the smugglers and thieves. She had been lucky enough to nothave been noticed by the local gangs or guilds. The last thing she needed was to be a marked woman.

The clouds in the sky certainly helped her to a point. While there were no shadows to duck into, the drabatmosphere made it easy for her to blend in to the background. Her red hair had been pulled tight into an elaboratetwist to keep it contained and under her hood. The cloak helped conceal most of her from view, with the only theoccasional glimpse of black leather emerging in the form of a boot. It certainly hid the multitude of daggers andknives she had armed herself with.

She got to the bridge connecting the hill of the lower ward to the merchants quarter. She waited until alarge group of people walked past, easily blending in with them as they made their dutiful way across to conduct

business. She realized she had little reason to be so secretive. The guards didnt know who she was. Even thepeople from the ball last night would be hard pressed to recognize her now. It had taken her forever to wipe themake-up off.

Better safe than sorry, though. That was the saying. She had come too far and too close for something togo awry now. That was the reason for secrecy, the reason for the aliases, and the reason for no less than ninedaggers being carried by one woman.

To be honest, however, she only really needed one.

*****

Ioan was placed in the cell quietly and quickly. The escorts had been rather civil, all things considered. Atleast they didnt treat him like a steer headed to market. The room was actually quite comfortable, much morecomfortable than the usual quarters he was afforded. A pillow and blanket lay on a small cot in the corner. Awashbasin sat on a small pedestal near by. The window was too high up for him to reach, but it let a decent amountof light into the room, or at least it would have had the sun been out.

Best of all, they had removed his restraints. Ioan had free reign to move around his tiny room. At the veryleast he could take in a little exercise. He reached for the sturdy iron bar running through the ceiling to test itsstrength. Yes, it would hold his weight. It would take much more than he could do to wrench it from the wall. He


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grabbed on with both hands and began to pull himself up to it when he heard voices down the hall. They soundedagitated, and he jumped down to listen.

What do you mean he wants him back? Has he gone mad?

I dont know, your lordship. He just said that it was very important that the one called Titan be released.He didnt say why. Ioan recognized the voice. It was one of the young guards who had escorted him to the cell.Young, though, was relative. He had been no older than Ioan.

You can tell him he cant have him. No. Better than that, tell him to sod off to Karambelas.

But, sir

Did you hear what I said? He cant have him back. I paid a handsome sum for that man, and by the stars,hell fight for me in the arena.

With all due respect, sir, he said it was important. He said that he had been persuaded by someone that

Ajani Vadnais is a cowardly fool. Hes a pretty boy with a lot of money who would fold under if a little girl

waved a serving knife at him.

From what I understand, sir, thats actually what happened. They say a woman with a knife threatened tokill him if he didnt

Its a trick. I know Vadnais. Go now. Tell Vadnais to leave Shantavel before I decide to have the citywatch investigate his ships.

Yes, Lord Carrado.

Ioan heard the guard leaving at a brisk pace. He stopped to think. A woman with a knife asking someoneabout his whereabouts? He felt a leap in his chest and told himself immediately not to get his hopes up. It was too

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Kieran and Jos waited patiently for Miriam to come out of the church. The sky showed no signs of clearingup, and it looked as if it might rain. Miriam had agreed to assist them with their investigation into Thaliasdisappearance in return for aiding her in her own quest. Jos remained convinced that the two incidents were relatedand Kieran kept his doubts to himself. He knew better than question Jos intuition after all these years.

Miriam finally emerged from the back door of the church, walking slowly and carefully, occasionally shiftingher eyes back and forth as it frightened she would be seen. When she had placed a respectable difference betweenher and the church, she removed the hood of her cloak and straightened her posture.

Well met, Miriam Astryr. Its been a while.

I suppose it has. Miriam was stone-faced. Kieran placed his hand on her shoulder.

Theres no need to be so grim. I would think you would be excited to get to the bottom of things.

I dont relish the idea of revisiting my past, Kieran.

It wasnt all horrible, Miriam. We did a lot of good things together.

That as it may be, thats not who I am anymore.

Then why didnt you sell all that youre wearing and donate the proceeds to the church?

Miriam and Kieran stood in tense silence. There was a lack of hostility, but the pressure was palpable. Josspoke up.

Well have plenty of time to argue over what happened four years ago when this is all over. Right now,weve got a missing girl to find and a shadow to hunt down. We cant do either if you keep fighting.

Were not fighting, Jos. Miriam kept her eyes of Kieran.

Not yet, anyway. Kieran turned to look at his partner. Shall we get started? You havent even toldMiriam about last night.

What about last night? Miriam asked.

Youre not the only one to have bad dreams.

*****

Xanthe continued to make her way through the city, moving carefully from block to block. She kept in theflow of the morning traffic, stopping occasionally to pretend to browse the windows of shops and the contents of

carts and stands in the wide streets. She looked over her shoulder every so often, just to make sure she had notbeen followed. The city guard had been uniformly unaware of her presence or intentions, but she couldnt risk aservant of Lord Vadnais on her trail.

The Carrado estate was one of the larger ones in town. Gareth Carrado had made a fortune as a merchant,and he wanted everyone to remember it. The estate shouldnt be hard to fine, Xanthe told herself, but it would alsoprobably be difficult to get inside. It had taken her a full month to infiltrate the courtesan circles and insinuateherself enough to get into the ball that Vadnais had attended in the first place. She definitely didnt have time towait another month, so a more direct method would have to be used.


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The merchants were all clamoring for business, even this early in the morning. The crowd was thinner thanusual, although the streets were still slightly crowded, but the lack of people amplified their desperation. Xanthecould have made deals on any number of products had she been so inclined, from dried meats to writing ink. Shekept on her way until a particular voice cut through the din.

My dear! My dear! Potions for you! Potions for sale!

The woman was older, with streaks of white running through her otherwise jet black hair. She was dressed

simply but was still striking, her clothes fitting well to her body. Dozens of bracelets of different metals jingled andchimed with every movement, and two fine, ornate baubles dangled from her ears. She motioned Xanthe to comecloser, and Xanthe felt compelled to do so.

Come, girl. Come and view my wares. Never will you find so potent a brew in all of Aslyr.

What makes you think I need your services?

I can tell in your eyes, child. I can see it dancing in your mind.

You and two dozen other merchants here. Your gift is not so rare.

Ah, but you have not experienced the gifts of Lariel Treasa yet.

Well, Lariel, I can tell you this. Im not in love nor do I want to be, I dont have an upset stomach, and Imwell-stocked with creams and soaps.

Of course. A girl such as you has other needs. Such as this. Lariel produced a small glass vial containinga strange, translucent liquid. This is the Sleep of Ages. When this liquid mixes with the air, the vapors put eventhe hardiest man into a deep, restful sleep.

Xanthe examined the bottle. She had to admit that such a draft would definitely be useful. She placed thevial down on the table very carefully, noting its locating even as it mixed with dozens of other containers of liquids

of various colors and consistencies. She scanned over the table and thought for a second.

Do you have anything that might be useful for quickly starting a fire?

In three different varieties.

Xanthe smiled.

*****

Miriam, Kieran, and Jos made their way to Thalias home. It turned out not to be very far from the church,

situated as that building was in a more lower-income residential area of town. The small building was home toseveral people, with eight different boarding rooms in its two stories. The main entry was deserted and quiet. Nosounds came through the walls.

Which of the rooms was it, again? Kieran began scanning the doors.

Three, Jos said, approaching one of the doors toward the back. The doorknob easily turned. Jos swungthe door open quietly, slipping inside as silently as he possibly could. He surveyed the room quickly beforemotioning for Kieran and Miriam to join him inside.


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The small, utilitarian room was in near-immaculate condition. There were no signs that anyone had beeninvolved in a struggle or conflict. The bed was neatly made and the sheets clean. The shelves were filled withneatly arranged books and spices. The small wardrobe was orderly and well stocked with simple clothes and shoes.After a brief search of the room, Kieran sighed.

I think its safe to say that she wasnt kidnapped from her home unless whoever did it came back to tidyup.

It seems all a bit too organized, Miriam admitted.

Not for a girl that works at an inn, Kieran said, patting down the bed a second time.

There is this, however. Jos was standing over the small desk in the corner. In his hands, he held a small,hand-written note. It looked fairly recent, the paper well-made and crisp.

What is it? Kieran leaned forward to see.

My dearest Thalia, please accept my apologies for not being able to attend the gathering with you the othernight. The long nights in the castle are punishing on me, for it keeps me from you. I cannot stand to be apart from

you any longer. Please come tonight. You know the place. I cannot wait to hold you once again. Telen.

I think we just found a suspect. Miriam offered.

I think we just found a lead, Jos responded. This path is all too obvious, but its the best one we haveright now. I say we follow it. Lets track down this Telen.


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Telen? You mean Telen Gallehant? Thats Thalias man. Oh, no. He couldnt possibly be involved inthis. Jassilla continued her duties in the kitchen as Jos talked her. Theyve been together for some time now. Iknow they had some difficulties lately, but

Its the only lead we have right now, Jos said. We need to talk to him if we want to find out whathappened to Thalia.

Very well. I know he works in the Carrado estate as a watchman. He can normally be found there during

the day. But please dont be too hard on him. Hes been very upset since Thalia disappeared.

As Jos and Jassilla discussed the matter in the kitchen, Kieran and Miriam sat at a quiet table.

You should probably take the lead when we track down this Telen guy, Kieran said as he sipped a hot tea.

Why me?

Well, for one, you live around here full time. He would likely recognize your face far more than mine orhis, Kieran gestured his head in the direction of the kitchen. Also, youre a priestess of Chalcedia. A servant ofthe aeon of mercy is a much more sympathetic ear then a pair of demon hunters.

Not dressed like this Im not. Miriam began to drum her fingers impatiently on the table.

Why not? Youre still Miriam, right? Youre still wearing that pendant around your neck.

Look at me. Im wearing ring mail and combat boots.

Nobody said you had to arm yourself. You could have certainly worn that nice white robe.

I just thought

So why did you?

Miriam seemed surprised by the question. She sat in silence for a moment, her mouth half-open, the nextword in her sentence held in suspension. It was true. There was never an instruction to dress for combat. Shesimply did it.

I dont know. I guess I just thought it was the best thing to do. Just in case.

Instinct.

Excuse me?

Its your instinct from your warrior days, when preparing for the unknown meant making sure you canbash the unknowns head in.

I have no intention of bashing heads or anything else for that matter.

But you know you still can if it came down to it. Kieran leaned forward in his chair and dropped his voicea notch. Why do you think I never leave the room without my blade? Why do you think Jos carries a battle staffwhen a regular walking stick would suffice? In our business, we never know whats around the corner or behind thedoor. We never know if that pleasant-looking girl smiling at us in the tavern is really just an innocent villager or asuccubus in disguise.


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I should think you would be more wary of incubi smiling at you from across a crowded room. Miriamsmirked.

Dont change the subject.

Sorry.

My point is that your instincts are still there. All your reflexes and behaviours. Sure, they might be a bit

rusty, but they never went away. You cant hide who you are, Miriam. You can walk a new path with Chalcedia ifyou want, but you cant hide your past.

Im not trying to hide my past. I just dont like thinking of the things Ive done.

What things? You were not a horrible person, Miriam. You were a fantastic warrior, a courageous fighter,and a wonderful traveling companion. How many lives do you think you saved when you helped us at the Tombs ofNin-Sanna? Or the Vale of the Petitioner? I know what happened in Phaedron was traumatic. I cant blame youfor wanting to leave that life behind. But please believe me when I say that if you want to fail in your mission tofind out whats causing your nightmares, then go ahead and try to bury yourself.

Kieran sat back in his chair and took another sip of his tea as he let his words sink in. Miriam averted hereyes for a second, her mind trying to process the conversation. She absent-mindedly fidgeted with the pendantaround her neck.

Maybemaybe youre right.

Just my opinion, Kieran said matter-of-factly. Im not trying to lecture you.

Youre a good friend, Kieran. Miriam smiled faintly. She looked as if about to add more as Jos came tosit down between them at the table. He ran his fingers through his hair and massaged his temples briefly.

Everything OK? Kieran asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Yes. Im just tired. Ill be fine.

So what did Jassilla say about Telen? Miriam asked.

Hes a guard at the Corrado estate, apparently. Hes some kind of high-up here.

Yes, hes a very prosperous merchant, Miriam added. He has a large estate toward the upper part oftown. Heskind of notorious around these parts.

Well, notorious or not, hes going to have to be our next stop. Telens got the day shift there. But Jassilla

doesnt think he had anything to do with Thalias disappearance.

We wont know if we dont ask him, Kieran said. Right now, hes our only lead.

Then lets head over there, Miriam stood up quickly, adjusting her mail and cloak. Ill lead you there.

Kieran smiled and nodded as Miriam led the two men out of the inn.

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Xanthe had spent a good deal of her coin, but she found her new purchases more than worth the money.Flaming oil, sleep-inducing dust, all the wonders of homemade alchemy. She adjusted her pack again as she tried tokeep the contents from shifting or rattling too much. The Carrado estate was not too far away.

Dont get brave, girl, she told herself. This is reconnaissance. Youll louse everything up if you storm innow.

She could see the tallest tower of the estate rising in the distance. She was still unsure of how to she would

go about investigating. She had no easy way of bluffing her way past the guards should she be spotted. As shepondered coming back during the evening, she failed to notice passersby. The pack of running youths came out ofnowhere, and blindsided even her. She fell to the ground roughly with a loud, high, sharp clattering noiseaccompanying her.

Bloody hell, she muttered. Bloody hell!

As she struggled to get up, a hand appeared before her.

Do you need some help?

The tall blonde woman wore ring mail armor and a pendant around her neck featuring a large piece of jade.She took the gloved hand and steadied herself. With her other hand she quickly grabbed the fallen vial andpocketed it.

Thank you very much. Xanthe nodded and began to turn toward a side alley, away from the crowd.


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Ioan quickly ate the small but filling breakfast offered to him by the guard. He was definitely being treatedbetter than he was used to. The bread wasnt stale, and the meat wasnt the refuse from a dinner two nightsprevious. Even the water tasted slightly better and clearer than he remembered having before. Whoever hadpurchased him planned on keeping him around a long time, although whether it was as slave or employee wasunclear. Ioan did know one thing: whoever bought him thought he was simple enough that his loyalty could bebought by food and drink.

Ioan had no intention of relieving anyone here of their delusions.

When do I fight? Ioan asked the guard as he chewed a piece of bread.

I do not know.

Who does know?

You would have to speak with Lord Carrado.

Then I want to speak with Lord Carrado.

When he is ready to speak with you, he will do so. Lord Carrado is a very busy man.

So busy he cant check out the merchandise he just spent a small fortune on?

You are a retainer of the House of Carrado, now, boy. So much more than mere merchandise. The newvoice was soft but confident, a hammer wrapped in a velvet glove. The speaker emerged from beyond the entrywayof the cell slowly and carefully, savoring the entrance. A young man appeared, no older than two dozen years at themost, but possessed of an air of command and surety that was instilled in from birth.

Are you Lord Carrado?

I am Edwin Carrado. Lord Gareth Carrado is my father. While he is on official business, you can consult

with me. Edwin turned to the guard. You may leave us now. We have much to discuss.

The guard quickly exited the room as Edwin pulled up a chair on the other side of the bars in Ioans cell.He was not in the dungeons, thankfully, but a prison cell with plush pillows and fancy meals was still a cell. Edwinleaned back in the chair and looked Ioan up or down. Instinctively, Ioan knew what was happening. He puffed uphis chest and subtly widened his back to make him self more imposing. This was the inspection, and he had topass.

You certainly are a magnificent specimen, arent you? Titan, they call you. I can see why.

Ive never lost a match.

Of course not. Otherwise you would not be here.

No man can best me at blade combat or at wrestling. Ioan moved his feet just an inch or two furtherapart, widening his stance.

That proclamation we mean to test out. Edwin slowly rose to his feet. Lord Carrado has invested a fairamount of money on you. He also has his mind set on winning the next set of matches. If youre everythingyoure said to be, all of this will turn out well for everyone.

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The position of bodyguard pays well here. And it carries a good deal of prestige not only here inShantavel but across the kingdom. The Carrado name is well known across the Continent. You would have thehonour of serving one of the most powerful men on the northern coast. Doesnt that intrigue you at all?

Ioan had indeed heard of the Carrado merchant family. They did little business in his homeland, and theirmessengers were not always trusted fully. Still, they had access to goods and items few others could acquire. Ioanwas sure Edwin was trying to sell him on the organization, inflating the Carrado resum to impress the dim-witted

gladiator in the cage as much as Ioan was tensing his muscles to impress the vainglorious bourgeois who purchasedhim. Ioan decided it was best to play along for now.

Youre offering me freedom?

In a manner of speaking. Of course all of this hinges on how well you do in your battles. Fail, and I thinkwe both know what the outcome might be.

Ioan knew all to well the price of failure in the ring. Hed seen it far too many times. He never struck downan opponent when they were on the ground, but hed killed a few of them in the heat of combat and in self-defense. It was never an enjoyable experience.

But if I win?

That, my dear gladiator, is what we call an opportunity. Edwin smiled at him, his face smug and self-assured.

I will not let you down. Ioan proclaimed, even while he stifled an urge to knock some humility into theman on the other side of the door.

Excellent. Then we should get you prepared. Lord Carrado will want to test your skills. If youre as goodas you say you are, you should have no problem. Edwin clapped his hands loudly, and two guards quickly enteredthe room in response.

A training jacket and a new pair of boots for our friend here, gentlemen. He has a long day ahead of him.

Ioan silently cursed himself and the merchants son. Another owner, another obstacle course. Perhaps hetruly was cattle after all.

*****

Xanthe kept a respectable distance from the Carrado estate, watching it intently as a hunter might watchprey. There were more guards than she anticipated, but considering the wealth and importance Carrado held inShantavel, she could hardly be surprised. These werent peasant militia, either, but contracted and well-armed men

and women who looked more than capable of handling a young woman with a handful of daggers and potions.Yes, a frontal assault certainly would never succeed.

As she watched the grounds, she saw three people approaching the gate. Before they could even get near, arider went out to greet them. Xanthe dared to get to a closer vantage point and saw that one of them was thewoman who had helped her up in the alley. The two men with her seemed ready for battle. The woman did thetalking, her body language unassuming and calm. Xanthe saw the rider shake his head in response to the womansspeech, and waved his hand away. The woman said something Xanthe couldnt quite make out. She only saw a fewwords: please, important, Telen, and what she thought was disappeared. The guard shook his head again and againpointed the trio off the grounds. The three of them turned and walked a few steps away as the rider turned back tothe estate.


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The two men were definitely warriors, and the woman seemed like she could be a templar of one of thelocal churches. She certainly carried herself like a priestess, even if she wasnt dressed as one. Xanthe waited untilthe guard had reached the doors of the tower and slowly, quietly, and carefully made her way over to where theystood. She waited a bit off in the distance, hidden behind a wall, waiting for the right moment in the conversationto make herself known.

We have to get inside if we want to get to the bottom of this, one of the men said.

But how? The guard said no admittance, the other man said.

We could come back tomorrow. There may be some private affair going on right now, the woman said.The Carrado family is known for their celebratory nature.

Every day we wait makes our job more difficult, the first man said. It gives the kidnapper all the moretime to cover his tracks.

We dont know that she was kidnapped, the woman said.

Its a pretty good possibility, the second man offered, but we wont know anything more until we get inthere to talk to Telen, and I dont think waiting around until shift change will help, seeing as how we really dontknow who he is or what he looks like.

Excuse me.

The trio turned to watch as Xanthe appeared from around the corner. She held herself proudly and firmly,a slight glint of mischief in her eye.

I think I may have a solution that will benefit us all.


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Who are you? Kieran crossed his arms and took a step forward.

You can call me your friendfor now. Xanthe stood her ground.

Well, friend. Why do you want to help us get into the estate?

I have business there.

I suppose you dont have an appointment? Jos moved slightly behind Kieran, a hand on his staff.

Not in the technical sense.

And how do you plan on getting in there? Miriam asked. The guards wont let anybody through. Unlessyou have enough money hidden somewhere in there, that is.

There are many more methods of persuasion than fists and swords, my friends, Xanthe said. She archedher back slightly and raised an eyebrow.

Then that means we come down to the question of the hour, Jos said. Weve got the how, the why, and

the what. Now we just need to know how much.

We can call it a favor. I help you in, you help me out.

Explain, Miriam demanded in a soft voice.

I need something thats inside. If I can get in with you, I can scope the estate out, come back when its notquite as busy, and make my way out. Provided I have back-up, of course.

It is not our business to assist in thievery. Miriam didnt bother to hide the disdain in her voice.

Thievery is not my aim. Consider this a reunion.

Reuniting you with what? A lost trinket? A sack of jewels? A book of dark secrets? Kieran insisted.

With whats mine. Xanthe dropped her voice a tone. Kieran looked at her suspiciously. Miriam crossedher arms and turned to her side, looking off into the distance. Jos stepped in-between his partner and the newfriend.

Everybody lower your arrows, Jos said, raising his hands to both parties. Lets make a deal.

A deal? Kieran and Xanthe asked at once.

A deal and a game, Jos said. You help us get inside the estate. Well serve as your entourage for the timebeing. When the three of us have what we came for, all of us leave together. When were out, we play a game oftruth. Xanthe looked at Jos skeptically. We ask you what youre looking for, and you tell us the truth. If we thinkyour mission has merit, well help you. If not, youre on your own.

Miriam, Xanthe, and Jos looked at each other warily. Jos looked back and forth at the parties involved.

So do we have a deal?

Deal. Xanthe reached forward her hand.


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Deal. Kieran grasped it in a warriors greeting.

Miriam? Jos looked at Miriam as he placed his hand on top of the two already joined. The priestesshesitated a moment before slowly putting her hand on top as well.

Agreed. Now, friend, Jos said as the four of them parted. Lets get inside and find Telen Gallehant.

*****

As Ive already said, there is no admittance. The Carrado estate is off limits due to pressing business beingconducted inside.

Miriam, Kieran, and Jos stood slightly behind Xanthe as she slowly approached the guard. She was stillwearing her cloak, and as she stepped forward, she brushed it aside, showing glimpses of the black leather armourunderneath.

Do you not know who I am? she asked with a slight hint of disdain in her voice.

It doesnt matter to me, the guard replied.

You are speaking to none other than the great songstress Selena Galatyn of Karambelas, Xanthe placedher hand on her hips and stood proudly.

Im sorry, but Ive never heard of you, the guard said without emotion.

I can guarantee you that the Carrados have, my good man, Xanthe continued undeterred, and I can alsoguarantee you that they would be very upset if a guard turned away one of the great bards of the landespeciallywhen shes hoping to grace them with a performance that would draw hundreds of people from across the land.

Lord Carrado does not have any even scheduled for

Not yet, he doesnt, Xanthe cut him off. But if you want to deny the Carrado estate the chance to hostdignitaries from across the Continent and potentially cut off valuable and profitable arrangements before theyveeven begun, you can go right ahead. Im sure Lord Carrado will be very forgiving when he finds out his rival hasthe gathering of the year at their estate.

The guard thought carefully about Xanthes words. Xanthe, for her part, merely stood silently with a barelynoticeable smirk on her face, letting the words sink in. He slowly turned his horse around and raised his hand.

Come with me. You may speak to Lady Carrado about this. Xanthe followed the guard, her head heldhigh. Kieran, Jos, and Miriam began to walk behind Xanthe when the guard stopped.

Only the bard may enter, the guard said.

They are my retainers, Xanthe said. They come with me.

Very well. The guard continued on, the rest of the group in tow.

*****

Finding Telen proved to be no challenge once they were inside the estate. Xanthe quickly made her way toanyone that seemed of even minor importance in the estate, loudly proclaiming her musical gifts and even testing


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out the acoustics of the rooms they passed through with a brief melody. That her voice proved suited to themasquerade was a welcome relief.

The estate was large but simple. There seemed to be no strangely shaped rooms or odd corridors.Considering the ostentatious nature the Carrado family was known for, the estate was surprisingly mundane.Xanthe kept her eyes discreetly scanning the rooms as she passed through them, searching for possible secretpassages, trick stones, or other indications of hidden secrets.

It was easy to track Telen down with the upper echelons of the estate occupied. He was a handsome andstrong, if unassuming man. Average height and seemingly of average intelligence. As planned, Miriam took thelead in questioning him, keeping her voice calm and low.

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