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“You make it sound as if he’ll drain sustenance from me like a leech.”

“No more than your reflection in any other glass.” Bareris still didn’t like the sound of it. “Won’tyou miss him?” “No. I wish him well, but I told you, my needs and feelings aren’t like yours.”

Bareris decided it wasn’t worth further argument. The truth was, if he meant to go on living, he did need help, besides which,

if Mirror insisted on accompanying him, he probably couldn’t stop him anyway. But if they were to be companions, he ought to stop talking about the ghost as if he weren’t there, even though he barely was.

He cast about and found a streak of blur hanging in the air. “Thank you,”he said. “I’m gratefulfor your aid.” As he’d expected, Mirror made no reply.

9-11 Kythorn, the Year of Risen Elfkin

Yaphyll looked around the shabby, cluttered parlor, a room in a nondescript house that Dmitra Flass probably owned under another name. It was easy to imagine a goodwife shooing her children out of the chamber so she could dust the cheap ceramic knickknacks and scrub the floor, or her husband drinking ale and swapping ribald jokes with his cronies from the coopers’ guild. Today, however, the occupants were rather more august.

Voluptuous by Mulan standards, the “First Princess of Thay” was as annoyingly ravishing as ever. Samas Kul was as obese, ruddy-faced, sweaty, and ostentatiously dressed, while, as was so often the case, Lallara looked vexed and ready to vent her spleen on the first person who gave her an excuse.

Though Yaphyll remained dubious that attending Dmitra’s secret meering was actually a wise idea, she found it marginally reassuring that the tharchion seemed as ill at ease as everyone else. Oh, she masked it well, but every Red Wizard of Divination

mastered the art of reading faces and body language, and Yaphyll could tell nonetheless. Dmitra likely would have manifested a different sort of nervous tension had she been engaged in a plot to harm or undermine her superiors.

On the other hand, Dmitra was a Red Wizard of Illusion, so how could anyone be certain whether to trust appearances where she was concerned?

At least, now that Samas had finally waddled in and collapsed onto a couch substantial enough to support his bulk, Dmitra appeared ready to commence.

“Masters,” she said, “thank you for indulging me. Ordinarily, I wouldn’t presume to take the lead in a meeting with my superiors, but since—”

“Since you’re the only one who knows what in the name of the Dark Sun we’re here to talk about,” Lallara snapped, “it only makes sense. We understand, and you have our permission to get on with it.”

“Thank you, Your Omnipotence. I’m concerned about the welfare of the realm, worried and suspicious because I have information you lack and have thus been able to draw inferences you haven’t.”

“What are they?” Samas asked, fanning his face with a plump, tattooed hand.

“That Szass Tam murdered both Druxus Rhym and Aznar Thrul, that he betrayed a Thayan army to its foes, and that he disseminated a false report of a Rashemi invasion.”

Lallara laughed. “This is ludicrous.”

“If we consider the evidence, Your Omnipotence, perhaps I can persuade you otherwise. May we start with the assassination of Druxus Rhym?”

“By all means,” Samas said. “It seems like the quickest way to lay your suspicions to rest. As I understand it, the murderer used evocation magic to make the kill.”

“As could any of us,” Dmitra replied. “We all tend to rely on spells deriving from our particular specialties, but in fact, each of us possesses a more comprehensive knowledge of magic. Certainly that’s true of Szass Tarn, universally recognized as the most accomplished wizard in the land. My conjecture is that he used the spells he did precisely to throw suspicion on the order of Evocation, Aznar Thrul being one of his enemies.”

“But Druxus wasn’t,” Yaphyll said. “He was Szass Tarn’s ally, no less than any of us. Szass had no motive to kill him.”

“He had one,” Dmitra replied, “to which we’ll return again: to create a climate of fear. I’ll grant you, that by itself isn’t sufficient motive to turn on a supporter, and as yet I can’t resolve the discrepancy, but I can demonstrate that Szass Tarn hasn’t sought the identity of the murderer with the zeal one would expect of a compatriot with nothing to hide.”

“How so?” Lallara asked.

“I have the most competent spy network in the realm, and Szass Tam knows it. Over the years, it’s served him well, yet he virtually forbade me to use my agents to seek the identity of the assassin. He said that you, Mistress Yaphyll, would attend to it.”

Yaphyll blinked. “I tried for a while. In fact, Szass and I tried together. Then when our divinations failed to reveal anything, he suggested I turn my attention to other concerns and said he would continue to hunt for the killer by other means. I assumed he was referring to your spies.”

“None of that proves anything,” Samas said.

He looked about, spotted the drink and viands laid out on a table by the wall, and made a mystic gesture in their direction. A bottle floated into the air and poured red wine into a goblet. A knife smeared honey on a sweet roll.

“No,” said Lallara, eyes narrowed, “it doesn’t, but I’ll concede it’s curious, and I also agree that Szass Tam is one of the few people who might have been able to slip into Druxus’s bedchamber

undetected or sneak an agent in. He’s also one of the few capable of thwarting Yaphyll’s divinations, especially if he was actually present to undermine the efficacy of the rituals in some subtle fashion.”

“There’s also this,” Dmitra said. “Szass Tam made sure that you, Master Kul, would be elected Druxus Rhym’s successor. I don’t doubt you were a suitable candidate for the post, but still, why was he so concerned that it be you in particular? Could it have been partly because he knew you felt no great fondness for Rhym, and—forgive me for presuming to comment on your character—weren’t the kind of man who would exert himself unduly to investigate a murder that worked to his benefit, even if the crime did constitute an affront against the order of Transmutation?”

Lallara snorted. “You have that right. All this hog cares about is stuffing his coffers and stuffing his mouth.”

Samas glared at her. “I understand I’m your junior and that you have a shrewish disposition. Still, have a care how you speak to me.”

“Masters, please,” Dmitra said. “I beg you not to quarrel among yourselves. If my suspicions are correct, that’s the last thing you should do.”

“Is there more to say about Druxus’s death?” Yaphyll asked.

“Unfortunately no,” Dmitra replied, “so let’s consider the battle in the Gorge of Gauros.” She smiled. “I myself have a spy’s nose for truth and falsehood, and from the start, something about the tale that came down from the north smelled wrong. Since Szass Tam figured prominently in the story, and he’d just piqued my curiosity by terminating my inquiries into Druxus Rhym’s murder, I decided to look into the matter of the ‘Rashemi invasion’ instead.

“I found out there wasn’t any. The barbarians weren’t on their way south to attack us. Tharchions Kren and Odesseiron were

marching north to invade Rashemen, but after a near-disastrous battle forced them to abandon their ambitions, Szass Tam supported them when, to avert the anger of the rest of you zulkirs, they claimed the Rashemi were the aggressors.”

“And you think,” Lallara said, “it was because, coming so soon after Druxus’s murder, that story added to the ‘climate of fear’ Szass Tam hoped to create.”

“Yes,” Dmitra said, “but if we look deeper, we’ll discern even more. Allow me to describe the battle in detail.” She did so with the concise clarity of a woman who, though she wore the crimson robes of a wizard, also possessed the requisite skills to command troops in the field. “Now several questions suggest themselves: How did the Rashemi know our legions were coming and where best to intercept them? How were the witches able to counter the Thayan wizardry holding the river in check so easily? How was it that Szass Tam discerned the army’s peril from wherever he was and translated himself onto the scene just in time to avert calamity?”

Yaphyll chuckled. “Perhaps the greatest mage in Thay perceives all manner of signs and portents invisible to lesser beings like ourselves.” At the moment, she didn’t actually feel like jesting, but they all had their masks to wear, and hers was the cute lass with the light heart and irrepressible sense of humor. Even after she rose through high in the hierarchy of her order, and any person of sense should have realized she possessed a ruthless heart and adamantine will, it had caused foes and rivals to underestimate her. “But you’re positing that his spies reported Kren and Odesseiron’s plans before they ever marched and he then somehow conveyed critical military and arcane intelligence to the Rashemi, providing them with the means to smash the Thayan host, and finally, he rushed to the tharchions’ rescue.”

“Exactly,” Dmitra said, “because it isn’t enough to frighten everyone. He also wants to convince the nobles, legions, and

commons that he’s the one champion who can end our woes. Obviously, the recent trouble in Pyarados must have seemed like a boon from the gods. It’s given him the chance to play the savior not just once but twice.”

Samas swallowed the food in his mouth, and then, his full lips glazed with honey, asked, “Why would he suddenly care so much about the opinion of his inferiors?”

“With your permission, Your Omnipotence,” Dmitra replied, “before we ponder that, perhaps it would be well to finish our review of recent events, to consider the death of Aznar Thrul.”

Yaphyll grinned. “Must we? I’d hoped that was one matter we understood already. In the wake of Druxus’s murder, Nevron loaned the other members of his faction demons bodyguards. One of the spirits slipped its tether and surprised Thrul when he was amusing himself with a female slave and ill prepared to defend himself. It tore them apart and afterward some of Thrul’s followers killed it in its turn.” .

“I suspect,” Dmitra said, “the truth is more complex. From what my spies have managed to determine, it’s not clear that the thrall’s body has been recovered. We do know the creature that ran amok liked to kill by biting its victims in the throat and that some people remember it as originally being huge and male, whereas the entity the conjurors ultimately slew possessed the same four arms, scales, and what have you, but was no taller than a human being and female.

“I believe the original creature was a blood drinker and transformed the slave into an entity like itself so she would kill Aznar Thrul. In other words, it wasn’t a demon in the truest sense, but rather some exotic form of vampire.”

“Which suggests,” Lallara said, “that it wasn’t really a conjuror who summoned and bound it but rather a necromancer like Szass Tam, who then slipped it into Thrul’s palace amid a troupe of Nevron’s demons.”

Samas nodded, his multiple chins wobbling. “Figuring that the murder of a second zulkir would spread that much more terror throughout the land. I understand, but we should also recognize that at least this death benefits us as well. Thrul was our enemy. With him gone, our faction controls the council, at least until the conjurors elect a new leader, and if he turns out to be sympathetic to our views, we can run things as we like for the foreseeable future.”

“That assumes,” Dmitra answered, “your faction remains intact, that you still view yourselves and Szass Tam as sharing common interests.”

“Why wouldn’t we?” Samas asked.

“I see it,” Yaphyll said, and though she still wasn’t certain Dmitra was correct, the mere possibility made her feel queasy. “Supposedly, Thay is in jeopardy. The Rashemi threaten from the north and undead marauders from the east. An unknown foe strikes down the zulkirs one by one. Fortunately, a hero has demonstrated the will and capacity to save the realm—if given a free hand to do so. You think that’s the object of convening the council, don’t you, Tharchion? Szass Tam is going to ask us to elect him supreme ruler of Thay.”

Lallara grinned a sardonic grin. “Only temporarily, no doubt. Just until the crisis is resolved.”

“He can’t believe we would ever consent to such a thing!” Samas cried. “It’s one thing to acknowledge him as the eldest and most accomplished of the zulkirs and the leader of our faction— first among equals, so to speak—but none of us fought all the way up to the loftiest rank in the land just to enthrone an overlord to command us as his vassals.”

“I understand that,” Dmitra said, “but I still felt it incumbent on me to warn you. Imagine if I hadn’t. You’ve pledged your loyalty to Szass Tam, and knowing just how shrewd and powerful he is, you have no inclination to cross him. You take your seat in

council worried over threats to the realm and your own personal safety as well. It appears the lich is the only person who’s enjoyed any success confronting any of the various problems. Certainly that’s what the populace at large believes.

“Now then: In the situation I’ve described, when Szass Tam requests his regency, or however he intends to put it, who among you, without knowing how the others feel, is bold enough to be the first to denounce the proposal?”

Yaphyll wished she could claim that she would find the courage, but she wondered if it was so. No zulkir could show weakness by confessing to fear of anyone or anything. But the truth was, even though he’d supported her in all her endeavors, she was afraid of Szass Tam, and she could tell that Samas and even Lallara, with her bitter, thorny nature, felt the same.

Lallara laughed. “Hear the silence! It appears, Tharchion, that none of us would dare.”

“That means four votes in favor,” Dmitra said, “and with Evocation’s seat empty, at best three against. The measure passes. To forestall that, I hope the three of you will pledge here and now to stand firm against it.”

“No,” said Samas Kul, “or at least, not yet.”

Dmitra inclined her head. “May I ask what more you require to persuade you, Master?”

“Yes, illusionist,” the fat man replied, “you may. You’ve whistled up a host of phantoms to affright us, but I’d be more inclined to cower if I understood why you of all people would want to warn us. You’re one of Szass Tarn’s favorites. If he crowned himself king, you’d benefit.”