The Spirit Eater

The page led her down half a dozen halls before opening a set of heavy double doors into a long gallery filled with tables. Miranda blinked in surprise. Each table was covered with stacks of paper and tended by a small army of well-dressed men and women. They worked furiously, sorting the piles into smaller piles before passing them along to others who bound the papers and stacked them on the shelves that ran along both sides of the gallery. No one spoke as the page led Miranda between the tables. Indeed, no one seemed to notice her at all. Their focus was entirely on their work, and the only sound in the large room was the rustle of paper. Miranda was still staring when the page stopped suddenly, turning to stand beside a tall door at the end of the gallery.

  “Lord Whitefall will see you now,” he said, bowing low. “Just through the door, if you please. ”

  “Thank you,” Miranda said.

  The boy hurried off, walking silently back through the long gallery. Feeling a little abandoned, Miranda turned and opened the door. Like every door in the citadel, it opened silently, and she found herself standing at one end of a large, overfull office.

  Overflowing would have been a better description. There was paper everywhere, stacked on tables, rolled up in bins, bursting from the shelves that lined the walls. It was all piled as neatly as possible, but there was simply too much for the room to contain. It clung to every piece of furniture like white blubber, and Miranda had to press herself against the door simply to have room to stand. The only wall of the office not covered with shelves was still covered in paper. Maps of the Council Kingdoms, to be specific, every one of which was blanketed with a forest of colored stickpins.

  Directly ahead of her, down the little clear aisle that ran like a valley between the mountains of paper, was a sight that made her pause. At the far end of the room was a large desk covered with the same piled paper that infested the rest of the office, but otherwise it was empty. No one sat in the worn, high-back chair set behind it or on the wooden stool beside it. Still, what caught Miranda’s attention was what hung above the desk.

  There, filling almost the entire back wall of the office, was an enormous piece of corkboard. It ran from just behind the chair all the way up to the room’s soaring ceiling, nearly ten feet from start to finish. Miranda had never seen anything like it, but even more amazing was what was pinned to the board—bounty posters, hundreds of them. They were pinned with military precision, marching in a neat grid from the very top of the board to just above the empty chair’s headrest.

  The collection must have been long going, for the posters at the top were an entirely different color from the ones toward the bottom. Miranda leaned forward, trying to make out the names on the lower line, when a sudden voice made her jump.

  “Knocking is customary before entering someone’s office, you know. ”

  Miranda stifled an undignified squeal of surprise, composing her features in an instant before turning to face the voice. Standing in a little alcove set just behind the door was a small, balding man with a large gray mustache. He wore a somber but expensive jacket that he somehow managed to make frumpy, and he was carrying a large stack of papers that he had obviously been going through when she had come in.

  He gave her a final glare before tossing the papers on the shelf beside him, nearly causing an avalanche in the process.

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  “Phillipe Whitefall ,” he said. “I assume you are Spiritualist Lyonette?”

  “Yes,” Miranda said, dropping a polite bow. “An honor to meet you, sir. ”

  “Quite,” Lord Whitefall said, turning to walk briskly to his desk. “Apologies if I don’t dawdle on formality, Miss Lyonette. I’m a very busy man. ” He sat down with a huff that made his mustache bristle. “I’ve heard much of your exploits from my agents in the field, especially involving Mellinor and this late unpleasantness in the duchy of Gaol. Quite an impressive display for someone so young. ”

  “I was only doing my job as a Spiritualist,” Miranda said, smiling despite herself. “The Spirit Court takes all infractions against the spirits very—”

  “Yes, yes,” Lord Whitefall interrupted. “The Spirit Court’s dedication is not what I’m after. I called you here today to talk about your experience with Eli Monpress. ”

  Miranda went stiff. “Well”

  “My primary duty as Chief Domestic Enforcement Officer is the maintenance and enforcement of the Council’s bounties,” he said, cutting her off again. “I receive the pledges, set the figures, track the criminals, oversee poster production and distribution, so on and so forth. That’s how you came to my attention. ” He reached into the nest of papers on his desk and plucked out a formal letter bearing the Spirit Court’s seal. “Several weeks ago, our office received this rather strange request from you, Spiritualist Miranda. You wrote on behalf of your Court asking that I combine the Spirit Court’s private bounty with the Council’s offering. Is that correct?”

  He waved the letter in front of her until she nodded.

  “Hardly a common thing,” Lord Whitefall went on, tossing the letter back into the piles. “So I did a little digging and discovered some rather interesting facts about your recent exploits. ” He paused, giving her a long, probing look. “It seems you are something of an expert on Eli Monpress. ”

  “I wouldn’t say expert, my lord,” Miranda put in quickly. “It’s true I’ve been involved with Eli Monpress on several occasions, but I’m hardly in the position to tell you anything you don’t already know. My bounty request was simply a fulfillment of a previous promise to Monpress. ”

  “If you’re anxious about your past failures to catch him, don’t bother. ” Lord Whitefall sat back in his chair with a heavy creak of leather. “I’m not here to judge you, my dear. Quite the opposite, in fact. What I’m interested in is your experience. ”

  Lord Whitefall put his feet up on his desk, resting his glossy leather boots on a stack of bound ledgers. “Monpress is a bit of a thorny problem, you see. His fame greatly outstrips his threat, to the point where it’s becoming fashionable to be his victim. Why, in the last two weeks I’ve gotten four separate bounty pledges from kingdoms all across the Council, all for crimes I’m certain Monpress did not commit. Not that it matters to the nobles who placed the bounty. ” He snorted. “The silver goes missing and they send me a letter screaming Monpress. ”

  “You mean people are placing false bounties?” Miranda said. “But why?”

  Lord Whitefall shrugged. “Notoriety. Excitement. The Council has made this a smaller continent. It’s no longer enough to be the richest and most fashionable person in your kingdom. You now have to compete on a Council-wide scale. For some, this means being on the fashionable end of everything, even if it’s a fashionable theft. It’s well known that Monpress only steals the best, so if he robs you, that means you had something worth stealing. The higher Monpress’s bounty goes, the worse the problem gets. I have to send officers to investigate every crime, but even if I find no proof of Monpress whatsoever, even if the object they claim was stolen is still sitting in the middle of their treasury, I can’t do anything about the bounty pledge. It’s their money. I can’t stop them from spending it on stupid things. ”

  “But that’s ridiculous!” Miranda said. “If false reports become rampant, how will the Council track Eli’s actual crimes?”

  “Ah,” Lord Whitefall said with a grin. “That’s where you come in. ”

  He stood and walked around to the front of his desk, looking Miranda square in the eye. “I’d like to make you an offer, Spiritualist Lyonette. As you are no doubt more aware than most, tracking Monpress is a very difficult prospect. The man moves like smoke, and leaves less of a trace.

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  Reaching the scene of his crimes before what little clues there are have vanished is nearly impossible. Catching him in the act, completely so. But you, you’re different. You have observed the thief at his work—even, if the
reports are right, worked with him on two separate occasions. ”

  Miranda went pale. “Those were—”

  “Highly mitigating circumstances, I know,” Lord Whitefall said. “Powers, girl, I don’t care about why you were there, just that you were. Your experience with Eli Monpress is unprecedented. It makes you far too valuable to leave with the Spirit Court, which is why I’m offering you a job. ”

  “Really, sir, I—” Miranda stopped cold. “Wait, what?”

  “A job,” Lord Whitefall said slowly. “To address your combined bounty request, I’m creating a new position within my department, and I’d like you to fill it. You would be head of the Eli Monpress joint investigation for the Council of Thrones and the Spirit Court. The position comes with full access to Council resources, complete autonomy on all matters involving Monpress, and the ability to call upon the aid of any kingdom in the Council without question. What do you say to that?”

  “It’s…” Miranda struggled for words. This was far beyond anything she could have dreamed of. “It’s a very generous offer, sir. But”—better to get this out now—“why me? I would of course be happy to offer my knowledge and services to assist the Council in bringing Monpress to justice, but investigation head? Surely you have your own people who are vastly more experienced. ”

  “That I do,” Lord Whitefall said. “But I’m not about to waste them on Monpress. ” He ignored Miranda’s insulted look and pointed up at the bounty posters on the board behind him. “Monpress is a thief, nothing but a two-bit con man with a flare for the dramatic. He’s not a threat to the Council.

  The only reason his bounty is nearing the hundred-thousand mark is because he steals from people who can afford to put a large price on his head.

  This, combined with his propensity for grandstanding, has inflated his importance to the point where we at the bounty office can no longer ignore him. But look here. ”

  Lord Whitefall walked over to the corner of his office, beckoning for Miranda to follow. He stopped in front of a second, smaller corkboard decorated with ten bounty posters pinned in two neat rows. Miranda frowned, wondering why these posters were singled out. Then she saw it.

  Every single poster displayed had a bounty of more than one hundred thousand.

  “Look here,” Lord Whitefall said. “These are the faces of true threats to the Council. Criminals who earned their bounties with blood, not flamboyance. Take this one”—he tapped a poster toward the bottom with the sketched face of a middle-aged man with a hook nose and an impatient sneer—“Izo, the Bandit King. ” Lord Whitefall’s voice was almost reverent. “Over the last five years, he’s banded together all the small bandit groups that prey on the trade routes through the northern kingdoms into his own private military. We had to send an army up last year to keep him from taking over the kingdom of Chessy all together, and we still didn’t catch him. The northern kingdoms have always been the poorest in the Council, yet they got together and posted one hundred and fifty thousand gold standards to Izo’s capture. And if that’s not enough, look here. ”

  He tapped the poster beside it, which had no picture at all, only a number, 200,000, and a name.

  “The Daughter of the Dead Mountain,” Lord Whitefall read quietly. “The only bounty request we’ve ever received from the Shaper Wizards. No one knows who she is, or exactly what she did, but if it was bad enough for the Shapers to come to us, I don’t think I want to know. She has the second-highest bounty ever offered. As for the first…”

  His finger moved to the poster at the far end, the oldest of all the posters. The picture was of a man with slicked-back dark hair and a grin that made Miranda’s blood run cold. His face, neck, and shoulders were riddled with scars, and his eyes told why. Even from the crude drawing, the killing gleam in them was undeniably terrifying, as was the number written below.

  “Five hundred thousand gold standards,” Miranda read in a hushed voice. “What did he do?”

  “More than a man should,” Lord Whitefall replied. “That’s Den the Warlord. He first appeared during the Council’s war with the Immortal Empress, selling his services as a soldier for hire. The Council hired him first, and he slaughtered the Empress’s forces like a butcher in a pen of lambs. But then she offered him double what we could and Den switched sides, single-handedly wiping out an entire Council legion in one night. ”

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  Miranda shook her head. “Surely that’s an exaggeration. ”

  “Not enough of one,” Lord Whitefalll said. “He disappeared after that. Powers grant that he met a bloody end, but we don’t know for certain. The Council considers five hundred thousand a fair price to make sure the traitor’s dead. ”

  Lord Whitefall sighed. “As you see, my dear, my office has far more serious problems on our hands than a flamboyant thief. But his bounty demands we do something, and so I am giving him to you. Banage assures me you’re a competent, clever sort of girl, and your experience with Monpress is certainly unparalleled. That said, I’m completely confident placing the job in your hands. Assuming you take the job, of course. ”

  He looked at her, and Miranda swallowed. “It’s a great honor, but I’d have to get permission from the—”

  “Oh, I got Banage’s blessing this morning,” Lord Whitefall said with a flippant wave of his hand. “He’s keen on seeing you broaden your horizons.

  Do you have any other objections?”

  “Well, I…” Miranda trailed off. “Not at all. I would be honored, Lord Whitefall. ”

  “Excellent,” the balding man said, smiling. “I’ll have them set up an office for you in town and move all the Eli files over. Now, since Monpress is a wizard, you won’t be reporting to me. You’ll be under Sara. ”

  “Sara…?” Miranda prompted, waiting for a last name, or at least a title.

  “Yes,” Lord Whitefall said, completely missing the cue. “Sara’s in charge of everything magical for the Council. She’s been bothering me about Monpress since he first popped onto the bounty rolls, so I just let her have him. I’ve far too much to do handling the real criminals, anyway. ”

  “Yes, my lord,” Miranda said, trying not to be insulted. “When do I start work?”

  “Tomorrow,” Lord Whitefall said. “I’ll tell Sara to send someone round to fetch you. ” He looked down at his papers. “That’s all . You can go. The page will show you out. ”

  And just like that, the meeting was over. Lord Whitefall seemed to have shut out her presence entirely, going through the endless papers and muttering to himself. After a few awkward moments, Miranda bowed, excused herself, and made her way as quickly as possible to the door. As Lord Whitefall had promised, a page was waiting for her when she opened it. The boy escorted her back through the opulent hallways to a waiting buggy and, after politely refusing Miranda’s tip, left her to go on her way.

  Miranda rode in silence all the way to the Spirit Court’s tower, wishing more than ever, as the buggy crept through the crowded streets, that she’d brought Gin. She had to talk to Master Banage, had to figure out what it really was she’d just agreed to. But the traffic had no respect for her urgency, and so she sat slumped in the cushioned seat, fuming while the morning sun beat down on the white walls of the Council capital.

  CHAPTER

  4

  Josef, Eli, and Nico settled their bill and left the port of Mering in a bit of a hurry the morning after their unfortunate incident. They took a good chunk of the inn’s larder with them, for, as Eli pointed out numerous times, a thief could hardly be expected to pay for everything. Thus resupplied, they set off west and a little south along the coastal plain. Eli kept them to the back roads, cutting across the rolling hills on cart tracks that were little more than dents in the grass. Josef grumbled about more walking, but Nico rather liked it. Picking her way over rough roads kept her mind occupied just enough to push the voice back, and the exercise made her feel invigorated and human
, a sensation she was learning to cherish. The whole experience was so pleasant, she didn’t even notice Eli’s strange path until they started seeing signs for the great port at Axley.

  “No,” Josef said, stopping right below the signpost. “No major cities. ”

  “Relax,” Eli said. “We won’t have any trouble. I’m just going in for a pickup. ”

  Josef gave him a skeptical look. “A pickup?”

  Eli nodded. “You’ll see. ”

  And he was right. When they reached the city walls, Eli went in alone, coming out less than an hour later with a cart, a mule, and an extremely smug expression.

  “A cart?” Josef said, glaring. “You came here to pick up a cart? We could have gotten that anywhere. ”

  “I highly doubt it,” Eli said, beaming down from his perch on the cart’s seat. “Come around and have a look. ”

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  Nico and Josef walked around to the edge of the cart, Nico hopping up on the little wall that ran along the road so she could see. The cart was covered with a thick oiled sheet, and underneath were large bags, each marked with a tag.

  “Mr. Miller?” Nico said, reading one.

  Josef just shook his head. “You’d think I’d be used to this by now. ” He opened one of the bags, revealing a sparkling stack of loose diamonds in a variety of cuts and sizes. “You’re as bad as a squirrel, burying stashes all over the continent. ”

  “Ah,” Eli said. “But unlike a squirrel, I remember where I leave things. Reliable storage is vital to a thief, and the good merchants of Axley do most of their business with pirates and smugglers, so they’re very kind about not asking too many questions. They even threw in the cart for free. ”

  Josef looked sideways at the mule, which was standing perfectly still, glaring at him. “How generous,” he mumbled, taking a step back. “Is this it then?”

  “Powers, no,” Eli said with a laugh. “I haven’t been home in a while. We’ve got three more stops to make. Hop on. ”

  He scooted over to make room, and Josef jumped up onto the seat beside him. Nico climbed into the back, holding her coat close. She kept clear of the mule. Animals were better than most spirits at sniffing out a demonseed.