Kyralia 01 - [Black Magician 03] - The High Lord

  “Maybe,” Akkarin replied.

  Akkarin doesn’t know what the Ichani are doing, Cery thought. But I do. He resisted a smile.

  “They’re taking the magic from the buildings that have been strengthened with it.”

  Akkarin regarded him in surprise. “How did you work that out?”

  “I overheard Kariko and two others talking, when I was in the Palace.”

  Faren choked. “The Palace? What were you doing there?”

  “Just looking around.”

  “Just looking around!” Faren repeated, shaking his head.

  Akkarin sighed. “This isn’t good,” he muttered.

  “How much power will they get?” Sonea asked.

  “I’m…not sure. Some houses have more magic in them than others.”

  “You could take this magic, too,” Senfel suggested.

  Akkarin winced.

  “I’m sure the owners won’t mind if their homes are used to defend the city,” Cery added.

  “They’ve wrecked a lot of them,” Ravi said. “Not every building in the Inner City is magically enhanced. There can’t be many left.”

  “But they haven’t been to the Guild yet,” Senfel pointed out.

  Akkarin looked pained. “The University. It’s not the only magically enhanced structure in the Guild, but it contains more power than any other in the city.”

  Sonea sucked in a breath. “No, it doesn’t. The Arena has got to be stronger.”

  Senfel and Akkarin exchanged grave looks. The old magician cursed vehemently.

  “Exactly,” Akkarin agreed.

  Cery looked at the three magicians. “That’s bad, isn’t it?”

  “Oh, yes,” Sonea replied. “The barrier around the Arena is strengthened by several magicians every month. It has to be strong enough to withstand stray magic from Warrior training sessions—some of them quite vigorous.”

  “We have to stop the Ichani taking that power,” Akkarin said. “If they do, we may as well hand the city over to them.”

  “We take that power ourselves?” Sonea asked.

  “If we must.”

  Sonea hesitated. “And then…confront them?”

  His eyes rose to meet hers. “Yes.”

  “Are we strong enough?”

  “We have taken power from four Ichani, if we include Parika. We have used little of our own, and we have taken strength from the volunteers.”

  “And you could again,” Senfel reminded them. “It is nearly a day since you tapped their reserves. They will have recovered most of their strength.”

  “And there are only three Ichani left,” Faren pointed out.

  Akkarin straightened. “Yes, I think it is time to face them.”

  Sonea went a little pale, but nodded in agreement. “Looks like it.”

  The group fell silent, then Ravi cleared his throat.

  “Well, then,” he said. “I had best get you to our volunteers as quickly as possible.”

  Akkarin nodded. As the Thief turned toward the door, Cery looked at Sonea closely. He caught her arm.

  “This is it, then. Are you scared?”

  She shrugged. “A little. Mostly relieved.”

  “Relieved?”

  “Yes. Finally we’ll fight them properly, with no poison, traps, or even black magic.”

  “It’s fine wanting a fair fight, so long as they fight the same,” Cery said. “Just be careful. I won’t relax until this is all over, and I know you’re all right.”

  She smiled, squeezed his hand, then turned to follow Akkarin out of the room.

  38

  The Black Magicians

  For the last hour, messengers had reported that the Ichani were slowly making their way toward the Guild, destroying houses as they went. Sonea and Akkarin had hurried to the volunteers, who had dealt with their swift visit with admirable tolerance and courage, then raced back to the Inner Circle. During the journey Sonea had burned with impatience, but as she stepped through the secret door into Lorlen’s office she began to wish the journey hadn’t passed so quickly. Suddenly her knees were weak, her hands were shaking, and she could not help feeling there must be something they had forgotten to do.

  Akkarin paused for a moment to look around the office. He sighed, then shrugged out of his shirt. Sonea pulled the dress over her head and dropped it to the floor. She looked down at herself and shivered. Full magician’s robes…black magician’s robes…

  Then she looked at Akkarin. He stood straighter, taller. A little thrill ran down her back, similar to the fear he had once inspired.

  Akkarin glanced at her and smiled. “Stop leering at me.”

  Sonea blinked innocently. “Me? Leering?”

  His smile widened, then it faded away. He walked up to her and pressed his hands gently against the sides of her face.

  “Sonea,” he began, “if I don’t—”

  She put a finger to his lips, then pulled his head down so she could kiss him. He pressed his lips hard to hers, then drew her close against him.

  “If I could send you far away, I would,” he said. “But I know you’d refuse to go. Just…don’t do anything impulsive. I watched the first woman I loved die, I don’t think I could survive losing the second.”

  Sonea drew in a breath in surprise, then smiled.

  “I love you, too.”

  He chuckled, then kissed her again, but they both froze as a mental voice blared out.

  —Akkarin! Akkarin! What a pretty place you have here.

  An image of the Guild Gates, and the University beyond, flashed into Sonea’s mind.

  “They’re here,” Akkarin muttered. His arms slid from her shoulders.

  “The Arena?”

  He shook his head. “Only as a last resort.” His expression was hard as he strode across the room to the door.

  Sonea straightened her shoulders, drew in a deep breath, and followed.

  “So they’ve finally arrived,” Balkan murmured.

  Rothen looked out at the city. The late afternoon sun sent long shadows across the streets. As he watched, three men stepped out and started toward the Guild Gates.

  “What did Akkarin and Sonea plan to do once the Ichani knew they were here, Dorrien?” Balkan asked.

  “I don’t know. They never discussed it.”

  Balkan nodded. “Time for us to leave, then.”

  Yet he did not move, and neither did Rothen and Dorrien. They stood and watched as the three Ichani passed between the gates and strode toward the University.

  Then, from below, came a hollow boom.

  “What was that?” Dorrien exclaimed.

  They leaned over the facade and looked down. Rothen caught his breath as he saw the pair on the steps below.

  “Sonea! And Akkarin.”

  “They’ve closed the University doors,” Balkan said.

  Rothen shivered. The University doors hadn’t been closed for centuries.

  “Should we call out and let them know we’re here?” Dorrien asked quietly.

  “Knowing you two are watching could be a distraction to Sonea,” Balkan warned.

  “But I can use my powers now. I can help them.”

  “So can I,” Rothen added. Dorrien glanced at him in surprise, then grinned.

  Balkan frowned. “I would like to communicate the fight to the rest of the Guild.”

  “Dorrien and I will keep out of sight until we have an opportunity to help,” Rothen suggested.

  Balkan nodded. “Very well. Just be mindful of the moment you choose.”

  The forest surrounding the Guild was striped with golden light. Twigs cracked under Gol’s feet so frequently, Cery began to wonder if his second was deliberately trying to make a lot of noise. He glanced back and couldn’t help smiling at the big man’s strained expression.

  “Don’t worry,” Cery said. “I’ve been here before. We should be able to watch without being seen.”

  Gol nodded. They continued on. As Cery saw glimpses of buildings through t
he trees ahead, he quickened his stride. Gol fell a little behind.

  Then Cery saw a figure crouching beside a tree trunk at the edge of the forest. He stopped and signalled to Gol to stay where he was and remain silent.

  By the way Savara was cautiously peering around the tree, Cery knew she was anxious to avoid being discovered. Too late, he thought. He crept forward. When he was a few steps away from her, he straightened and crossed his arms.

  “We can’t seem to stop running into each other, can we?” he said.

  It was gratifying to see her jump. She let out a sigh of relief as she saw him.

  “Cery.” She shook her head at him disapprovingly. “It’s not wise to sneak up on magicians.”

  “Isn’t it?”

  “No.”

  “You’ve come to see the show, then?”

  She smiled crookedly. “That’s right. Join me?”

  He nodded. Beckoning to Gol, Cery crouched by the trunk of another tree. As he saw what lay beyond, he felt his heart sink.

  The University doors were closed and Sonea and Akkarin stood on the steps. The three Ichani were less than a hundred paces from them, advancing confidently.

  “You and your friends have done well,” Savara murmured, “if this is all that remains of Kariko’s allies. Perhaps you have a chance, after all.”

  Cery smiled grimly. “Perhaps we do. We’ll just have to see.”

  Sonea blinked as an image of herself and Akkarin, seen from above, entered her mind. From the angle of the view, the watcher must be behind them, on top of the University. She caught a sense of Balkan’s personality, but no thoughts or emotions.

  —If we can sense this, so can the Ichani.

  —Yes, Akkarin replied. Block out the images. They’ll distract you.

  —But it will alert us to any trick the Ichani try.

  —And warn the Ichani of ours.

  —Oh. Should you tell Balkan to stop?

  —No. The Guild should see this. They might learn—

  “Akkarin.”

  Kariko’s voice echoed across the grounds.

  “Kariko,” Akkarin replied.

  “I see you’ve brought your apprentice. Do you intend to trade her for your life?”

  A chill ran over Sonea’s skin as the Ichani looked at her. She stared back, and he smiled maliciously.

  “I might consider taking her,” Kariko continued. “I never liked my brother’s taste in slaves, but he did show me that Guild magicians can be surprisingly entertaining.”

  Akkarin slowly started down the steps. As Sonea followed, she took care to stay within the blended magic of their shield.

  “Dakova was a fool for keeping me,” Akkarin said, “but he was always making stupid mistakes. It is hard to understand how a man with such power could have so little grasp of politics or strategy, but I guess that is why he was Ichani—and why he kept me.”

  Kariko’s eyes narrowed. “You? I don’t think so. If you are such a master of strategy, why are you here? You must know you can’t win.”

  “Can’t we? Look around you, Kariko. Where are all your allies?”

  As Akkarin and Sonea reached the bottom of the steps, Kariko stopped. He was about twenty strides away.

  “Dead, I suppose. And you killed them.”

  “Some.”

  “You must be worn out, then.” Kariko glanced at the other Ichani, then back at Akkarin. “What a perfect end to our conquest. I will avenge my brother’s death, and at the same time Sachaka will finally have revenge for what your Guild did to our land.”

  He lifted a hand, and the other Ichani followed suit. Strikes flashed toward Sonea and Akkarin. She felt magic batter their shield, more powerful than any strike she had encountered before. Akkarin sent a trio of strikes in reply, but all curved inward to attack Kariko.

  More exchanges followed, and the air hummed with power. As Akkarin continued striking at Kariko and ignoring the other Ichani, the leader frowned. He said something to his companions. They moved closer, leaving only a narrow gap between their shields.

  —Strike Kariko from beneath, Akkarin instructed.

  As Sonea sent heatstrike through the earth, Akkarin sent more curving down on Kariko from above. The other Ichani shifted their shields to meet Akkarin’s strikes just as the ground began to steam beneath Kariko’s feet.

  Kariko glanced down, then said something quietly. His companions increased their attack.

  —Keep striking at Kariko from all directions.

  Kariko appeared to have resigned himself to being the main target. He concentrated on shielding, while the others attacked. Sonea resisted a smile. This was all to her and Akkarin’s advantage. Shielding took more power, so Kariko would be tiring faster.

  It seemed they would stand and blast each other until one side finally weakened. Then the ground shifted violently beneath her. She staggered and felt a hand grab her arm. Looking down, she saw a dark hole forming below her feet and sensed a disc of power.

  —Hold the shield.

  She forced her attention back to their barrier, taking the full brunt of the Ichani’s attack so that Akkarin could concentrate on levitating. The air was full of grass and dirt and strikes. Akkarin moved them backward, but the shifting area of earth followed them. Through the dirt-filled air, Sonea saw the Ichani marching across the disturbed ground toward them.

  Akkarin sent a dozen strikes at the Ichani. At the same time, a dozen weaker ones streaked from the direction of the gates. The Sachakans glanced to the side.

  Sonea gasped as she saw the figure standing just inside the gates. Blue robes swirled around the man as he walked forward.

  “Lorlen!” Sonea gasped. But how could that be? Lorlen was dead. Or was he…?

  Kariko sent a blast of energy toward the Administrator. It flashed through the magician and struck the gates. The bars of metal shattered, filling the street beyond with glowing spears and fragments.

  Lorlen had vanished. Sonea blinked. It had been an illusion. Hearing a chuckle, she looked up to see Akkarin smiling grimly. Kariko and his companions looked unimpressed. They resumed their assault with greater ferocity.

  Akkarin threw a rain of strikes at Kariko, testing the Ichani’s shield. Kariko sent powerful blasts back. Akkarin sent a great net of heatstrike out, curving around to hit Kariko from all sides, just as Sonea had done in her last bout against Regin in the Challenge. Sonea frowned as she remembered that battle. In the second fight Regin had saved his strength by shielding only when a strike hit. Could she do the same. It required concentration…

  She focused her will and refined her shield, leaving it weaker behind and above, but not so weak that she could not strengthen it quickly if she needed to.

  —Be careful, Sonea.

  She watched the Ichani closely, ready to react if any strikes should change course.

  “LOOK TO THE GATES!”

  The voice came from the top of the University. Looking up, she saw Balkan on the roof of the building, pointing toward the gates. Spinning around, she took an involuntary step backward as she saw broken and bent black spears flying toward her—the remnants of the gates. They clattered into her shield and fell to the ground.

  When I say so, go to the Arena. I will hold them while you take its power…wait… She glanced at him to see his eyes narrowed with concentration.

  —The Ichani are weakening, Akkarin sent.

  Sonea looked at the Ichani. Kariko stood straight and smiling. The rest of the Ichani looked no less confident, but the strikes against her shield had weakened.

  Akkarin took a step forward, then another. Kariko’s face darkened. Sonea followed as Akkarin began to walk toward them. She sent her own strikes at the Ichani and felt a surge of satisfaction as they backed away.

  Then, as she felt soft dirt under her feet, something slammed against her mind. She pushed it away, but it returned to hound her again.

  —Mindstrike. Shut it out.

  —How?

  —Like—

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p; Something sliced up the side of her calf. Sonea stumbled and heard Akkarin gasp. Looking down, she saw the leg of her robe flutter open to reveal a long cut. Akkarin grasped her arm.

  But instead of supporting her, he let his full weight drag her to the ground. She landed on her knees, turned to looked at him and her heart froze.

  He crouched beside her, his face was white and twisted with pain. Bright red drew her eyes to his hand, which was wrapped around the glittering handle of a Sachakan knife.

  The knife was buried deep in his chest.

  “Akkarin!”

  He dropped to his side, then rolled onto his back. She leaned over him, her hands fluttering over the knife as she tried to decide what to do. I must Heal him, she thought. But where do I start?

  She tried to prise his fingers from around the knife’s handle. He let go and grabbed her wrists.

  “Not yet,” he gasped.

  His eyes were full of pain. She tried to pull out of his grasp, but his grip was strong.

  Then laughter, cruel and humorless, cut through the silence.

  “So that’s where I left my knife,” Kariko crowed. “How good of you to find it for me.”

  Sonea suddenly understood how it had happened. Kariko had dropped the blade into the disturbed earth. As their shield passed over it, he had sent the knife upward. A trap. A trick. Not unlike what she had done to get into the shield of the murderess.

  It had worked.

  “Sonea,” Akkarin gasped. His eyes shifted beyond her, and she saw the University reflected in them.

  From somewhere above, she heard shouts. Flashes of magic lit Akkarin’s face, but she could not bring herself to look away.

  “I’ll Heal you,” she told him, struggling to twist out of his hands.

  “No.” Akkarin’s grip tightened. “If you do, we may lose. Fight them first. Then Heal me. I can hold on like this for now.”

  She went cold. “But what if—”

  “We will die anyway.” Akkarin’s voice was firm. “I will send you my power. You must fight. Look up, Sonea.”

  She glanced up and felt her heart stop. Kariko stood less than ten paces away. He was staring up at the University, from which strikes were raining down. Looking up, she saw two familiar faces next to Balkan’s.