“The wrong questions?”
“I can’t tell you why King Joyse is afraid of me. If he’s afraid of me. And I won’t tell you where Geraden is. Because he didn’t do it. I’m not going to give him away.
“But I’ll tell you anything else.”
“Anything else?” Castellan Lebbick sounded no more than mildly interested in the idea. “Like what?”
His manner gave her a moment of panic. She was afraid that he had become unreachable – that whatever was happening to him had taken him beyond the point where anybody could talk to him, argue with him, guess what he would do next. Breathing deeply to shore up her courage, she replied, “Like how did I survive when Gart tried to kill me the first night I was here. Like what was I using that secret passage in my rooms for. Like what really happened the night Eremis had his meeting with the lords and Prince Kragen. Like what happened the first time Geraden was attacked.” Her own passion mounted against the Castellan’s blankness. “Like how I can be sure Eremis is lying.”
At that, something like a spark showed in Lebbick’s eyes. His posture didn’t shift, but his whole body seemed to become unnaturally still. “Tell me.”
“It all fits together,” she answered. King Joyse had told her to reason, and reason was the only weapon she had. “I can even tell you why they’re afraid of Geraden – Vagel and Eremis and Gilbur – why they’re trying so hard to get him out of their way.”
Lebbick didn’t blink. “Tell me,” he repeated.
So she told him. As clearly as she could, she told him how Adept Havelock had saved her from the High King’s Monomach. She described how Havelock and Master Quillon had used the passage hidden behind her wardrobe. She related every detail she could remember about Eremis’ clandestine meeting with the lords of the Cares, including Artagel’s role in saving her. And then she told the Castellan what conclusions she drew.
“The first time Gart tried to kill me, he obviously didn’t know about that secret passage. The last time, he did. How did he find out? You knew it was there. Myste and Elega knew.” Lebbick didn’t react to this revelation. “Quillon and Havelock, of course. Geraden knew. And Saddith, my maid. But Myste and Elega and Havelock and Quillon all knew about it long before I came here. They could have told Gart that first night. Forget them. What about Geraden? He didn’t know when I first moved into those rooms. You think he’s in with Gart. Well, I told him about it the next morning. After I talked to you. Why did he wait all that time before letting Gart know the best way to kill me?
“On the other hand” – she was determined to hold back nothing that might help her – “Saddith and Eremis are lovers. She could have told him about the passage – and she could have taken a long time to do it.
“She could have told him where I was that first night.”
“I know all that,” the Castellan murmured without inflection. “Tell me something I don’t know. Tell me why Eremis rescued you. Gart came through the passage, and Eremis could have gotten rid of you both at the same time. How do you explain that?”
Because she was only guessing, Terisa did her best to sound plausible. “There were witnesses. If Gart just killed me, Geraden would see that Eremis let it happen. And if Gart tried to get both of us, the guards outside might catch him at it. All they had to do was open the door. Either way, everyone would know Eremis is a traitor.
“What he thought he was going to do” – she forced herself to say this also – “was make love to me. And then while I was asleep or distracted Gart would sneak in and kill me. And no one would ever know Eremis had been there.
“He wasn’t expecting Geraden to interrupt.”
Still the Castellan didn’t show what he was thinking. All he said was, “Go on.”
Grimly, Terisa continued.
“Eremis controlled every detail of that meeting with the lords. He arranged the location, the time, who was going to be there. He arranged where I would be afterward. Geraden couldn’t have known any of his plans. The only thing Eremis didn’t arrange was Artagel. He didn’t arrange for me to be saved.
“When Gart attacked, he obviously came and went through a mirror. I don’t know how he did that without losing his mind – but Artagel and I figured out where the point of translation was, the place in the Image. He and Geraden and I went to look at the place again, and the same mirror translated those insects. Artagel told you about that. They almost killed all three of us.
“Eremis says it was a feint, a trick to make Geraden look innocent, but that’s nonsense. If Havelock hadn’t rescued him, he would have died. And no one could have predicted that the Adept would show up there to help us. And Eremis knows all about it, even though he wasn’t there and no one told him. He says I did, but I didn’t. He must have been on the other side of the glass, watching.”
Lebbick had begun to scowl. His eyes gave out glints of dark fire. For better or worse, Terisa was bringing the banked heat in him to flame. If that was a mistake, she was sealing her own doom. Nevertheless she kept going.
“They want Geraden dead or ruined because he really is an Imager – a kind of Imager no one has ever seen before.”
Obliquely, it occurred to her that she should have grasped this before. But she hadn’t forced herself to think until now. And because of that Geraden was paying a fearful price. At the moment, however, she had no time for regret. She was too busy defending herself from the Castellan.
“That’s why he isn’t able to recognize what he is for himself. He can do translations that don’t have anything to do with the Image in his mirror. He got me out of a glass that showed the champion the Congery wanted. And Eremis knew that was going to happen. Or Gilbur did, anyway. He taught Geraden how to make that mirror. He must have seen Geraden wasn’t making it right. When the mirror was made wrong and it still showed the Image with the champion, Gilbur must have realized what Geraden can do.
“If he ever figures out what his power is or how to use it, he’ll be the strongest Master there ever was. And he’s loyal to King Joyse. Even though it’s breaking his heart. Gilbur and Vagel and Eremis have to get rid of him before he learns how to fight them.
“That’s why they attacked him with insects, tried to kill him. And that’s why they set him up to look like he killed Nyle. They’re afraid of him. And he’s trying to expose them. They need to get rid of him in a way that makes them look innocent.
“Nyle isn’t really dead. He can’t be. Eremis couldn’t have used him like that without his cooperation – and he wouldn’t have cooperated if he thought he was going to be killed.”
Distinctly, the Castellan said, “Pigshit.” The muscles bunched along his jaw; his eyes glared balefully. “My men are dead, and I saw his body. His entire face was eaten through to the brain.” She had succeeded at restoring his outrage. “Eremis is at the reservoir right now saving us. He’s the hero of Orison. No one will believe a word you say.” His raised his fists in front of her face, hammered them at the unresisting air. “That whoreson physician betrayed us, and two of my men are dead!”
Now it was her turn to stare at him, stunned with surprise. “Physician?” Artagel hadn’t mentioned a physician.
“Underwell, you bitch! The best physician in Orison. Eremis did everything perfectly. He got Nyle to his rooms fast. He got Underwell. He set guards. While you were out helping Geraden escape and that pisspot Quillon was getting in my way, Eremis was actually trying to save Nyle.”
She should have been afraid of his new rage, but she wasn’t. “Physician?” Instead, she was astonished by the sudden clarity of her thoughts. “What happened to him? Didn’t he see what attacked your men and Nyle?”