"Give them a chance to talk," Aunn said.
The Sentinel Marshal was in a crouch, her empty palms turned out to Gaven, her rapier on the ground a few feet away. Ossa, too, had her hands well away from the weapon at her belt, as her eyes continued to search Gaven's skin for any sign of his mark.
"So talk!" Gaven shouted.
"Where was this device?" Ossa said, glancing at the Sentinel Marshal.
"Near the Blackcaps."
"I knew it!" the dwarf exclaimed.
"And House Cannith built it-Cannith West?" the Sentinel Marshal asked. "With help from all the others you mentioned? Arcanix and the Royal Eyes-and House Thuranni?"
"Yes," Gaven said.
"Not exactly," Aunn interjected. "One officer of the Royal Eyes was involved, but he's dead now. And I don't know how involved House Thuranni was."
"And that officer died in the… catastrophic failure of the device?" Ossa said. Gaven couldn't read her expression, but there was more she wasn't saying.
"We destroyed the Dragon Forge," Gaven said, "but Kelas met his end earlier."
"Who from House Cannith was involved?" the Sentinel Marshal asked.
"A whole platoon of magewrights," Aunn said quickly. He was trying to hide Ashara's involvement, Gaven realized.
"But what about the baron? Was Jorlanna aware of it?"
"I saw her there once," Aunn said. "She demonstrated the device to the queen."
Ossa and the Sentinel Marshal shared an excited glance. "We have her!" the Marshal exclaimed.
Ossa grinned. "We've got them all."
CHAPTER 37
Aunn stepped in front of Gaven, hoping the storm might calm if Aunn took the reins of the conversation and let Gaven cool his head.
"You're looking for information you can use against Jorlanna?" he asked.
The Sentinel Marshal nodded.
"Then you need to know that she's part of something larger."
"Larger?"
"At minimum, it's a plot against the queen, but I fear it's more than that."
"I'm listening," the Sentinel Marshal said.
"Should we go someplace more private to discuss this?" Gaven said.
Ossa scoffed. "So you have a chance to lose us in the city streets?" she said. "I don't think so."
"Here is fine for now," the Sentinel Marshal said. "Let's hear what you have to say, changeling."
"My name is Aunn." It still felt strange to say it aloud. "I was with the Royal Eyes."
"That much I knew," the Sentinel Marshal said. "The Royal Eyes issued a warning to the city watch about you. I'm Mauren d'Deneith."
"Mauren," Aunn repeated. It was a name he might have used for one of his faces. He had been a Vauren, a Maura, and a Laurann in the past. He felt a sudden strange pang-he missed them, somehow, or grieved the life they represented. It was followed by a sudden stab of suspicion: What if Mauren was the changeling, Vec? Vec had used one of Aunn's faces, appearing as Haunderk. Might he also use a name similar to one he would use?
"Mauren, forgive my impertinence," he said, "but could I please see your dragonmark?"
Mauren's mouth quirked in a funny smile. "You don't want to see my papers or my badge? Just my mark?"
"I'm a Royal Eye, Sentinel Marshal. I know how easy it is to acquire papers and badges."
"You're also a changeling," she said. She fumbled at a buckle near her shoulder as she climbed the steps. "And you know how hard it is to imitate a dragonmark."
"Exactly."
"It is not easy to show," Mauren said, still smiling, her fingers working at a different buckle. Ossa climbed the stairs behind her.
Aunn tensed. That could be a convenient excuse, though Mauren didn't look like she was preparing an attack.
Mauren slipped her leather coat down off her shoulders and turned partly away from Aunn. "Come here," she said.
Aunn stepped beside her, feeling awkward.
"There's a flap at the shoulder you should be able to open," Mauren said.
Aunn reached out and pulled at the chainmail that covered her shoulder. As Mauren had said, a flap of mail attached to leather and backed with cotton pulled away, revealing bare skin beneath-and the tracings of the Mark of Sentinel, a bit like a rampant dragon, with its head, tail, and wings forming a sort of cross shape. If she was a changeling, she had mastered a talent he found impossible.
"I'm sorry I doubted you," he said quietly. It was a strange moment of intimacy.
"I'm glad you're satisfied. Maybe now we can work together from a position of trust." She pulled the armor flap back over her mark and her coat back over her shoulders as Aunn stepped back. "You were going to tell me about Jorlanna's involvement in a plot against the queen."
"Yes. We believe that Nara ir'Galanatyr is behind the whole scheme, though almost everyone else involved thought that the mastermind was Kelas ir'Darren."
"I know the Galanatyr name," Mauren said. "She was head of the Royal Eyes during the war, right?"
Aunn nodded.
"But I don't know ir'Darren."
"He was my superior in the Royal Eyes. He brought together Jorlanna, Arcanist Wheldren of the Arcane Congress, former Colonel Janna Tolden, and a few financial backers to overthrow the queen."
"You said you feared it was more than just a plot against the queen. What more did you mean?"
"I'm not sure yet." He turned to Gaven. "Listen. You know how the Prophecy confuses me. But I realized something this morning."
"Is this the time to talk about it?" Gaven said, glancing sidelong at Ossa and the Sentinel Marshal.
"We don't have much time left, Gaven. Listen. Nara's been masterminding this whole affair, from breaking you out of Dreadhold"-he saw Ossa stiffen-"to the Dragon Forge. When I talked to her she was excited about the 'storm and dragon reunited' line. But that's crazy. That means that she knew you were the Storm Dragon, even when Haldren thought it was Vaskar. She knew you would face the Soul Reaver but you wouldn't become a god, because you had to be around for the Time of the Dragon Below. Each time you've thought you were taking control of your own destiny, you were doing what she expected you to do. You were fulfilling the Prophecy in the way she planned for it to be fulfilled."
Gaven scowled. Aunn could understand why he might not want to think along these lines, but he had to convince him.
"So she's planning to overthrow the queen, but now Kelas is dead and her plan is in a shambles. Or is it? Maybe she's counting on someone else carrying it out-she already has another changeling lined up to stab the queen, and Janna Tolden is snooping around Kelas's office in the old cathedral. But maybe she's planning for them to fail as well, because she knows that we're aware of her plot. Maybe the Prophecy says she's going to fail-but that means it's not a failure! It's what she wants to happen, because it's not her true goal."
"So what is her real goal?" Mauren said.
"I have no idea!" Aunn put his hands on Gaven's shoulders. "You're the only other person who could possibly know. There has to be something in the Prophecy that's her real goal, something that's supposed to happen in the Time of the Dragon Below. Or maybe something that's supposed to happen years from now."
Gaven frowned. His eyes were focused somewhere behind Aunn's head, and his lips moved without forming words. For a moment Aunn was afraid that Gaven was sinking back into the catatonic state he'd entered at the Dragon Forge.
Then Gaven gave voice to the words on his lips. "His are the words the Blasphemer unspeaks, his the song the Blasphemer unsings."
"What is he saying?" Ossa demanded.
Gaven whirled on her. "You, Kundarak, have been chasing me for months, since I first set foot outside of your family's impenetrable prison. And all this time, here is what you have failed to understand: My destiny does not lie in Dreadhold."