Jandra ran her fingers through her hair. "It… it's hard to explain."
"Try us," said Shay.
Jandra didn't look directly at his face as she spoke. "Fine. I stopped talking because I suddenly had the urge to rewire your brain."
"I don't understand."
"When I said I didn't have time to explain everything, I found myself with the urge to reach out and physically rewire your brain. I wanted to give you some of my knowledge, until you were someone I could carry on a less frustrating conversation with."
Shay frowned. "I wasn't aware I was such a difficult person to talk to."
"You're not," said Jandra. She brought her fingers to her lips and started to bite her fingernails. Lizard watched her hands carefully. She caught herself and lowered her hands to her sides. "The urge to alter your brain came from the goddess. She manipulated my memories so that I'd be a better companion for her. Now I'm thinking the same way she did. Maybe Hex was right. Maybe Jazz has tainted me so badly I can't be trusted with power anymore."
As Jandra spoke, Anza wandered further up the road, about twenty feet away. She turned around and broke into a grin. She gave a thumbs-up sign.
"That one I understand," said Shay. "Apparently, we really are invisible. What I don't understand is why you won't admit to being a wizard. You use magic dust. You once possessed a genie. Why be coy about what's so plainly the truth?"
Jandra gave him a stern, serious look. "Jazz had the same powers I once had. It corrupted her. She allowed people to worship her, to think she was something more than human. I don't want anyone's worship. I think honesty is my best hope of avoiding corruption when I get my powers back."
"If you're afraid of getting your powers back, why have we come all this way?" asked Shay.
"I don't see any other option. So much in this world is broken, and I need my powers back if I want to fix it. I could heal Burke's leg, and restore Vance's sight." They'd left Vance in Thorny's care; his sight had never returned after his fall from the roof. "I might even figure out why Anza can't talk."
Anza tapped her foot on the cobblestones and looked toward the night sky.
"Let's move on," said Jandra. "But not too fast. The magnetic field of the bracelet isn't all that powerful. If we took off running, or encountered a strong wind, it would disrupt the pattern and we'd be visible again. It's a good thing it's a calm night."
Anza watched as the others walked toward her. Shay could tell the moment when they became visible to Anza by the way her eyes shifted their focus. He found himself increasingly comfortable with staring at Anza's face. There was a lot she could communicate with only subtle motions of her eyes and mouth. Anza didn't seem to mind being stared at. She projected a calm confidence when people were watching her. When Shay thought someone was watching him, he became self-conscious and awkward.
While he was comfortable staring at Anza, he still felt uncomfortable if Jandra caught him looking at her. Anza was beautiful, feminine in her grace and balance, yet somehow the multitude of weapons she boasted removed all temptation to think of her in a romantic fashion. Jandra was different. At first, he'd been put off by the idea that she was a dragon's pet. He'd assumed she'd be snooty and shallow, like other pets he'd encountered. Despite Jandra's impatience with his questions, he found her to be anything but snooty. She seemed, instead, to be driven by a need to help and protect others. Perhaps it was arrogant of her to assume that she could fix the world's problems, but Shay didn't judge her harshly for this. He found himself attracted to her nobility. Of course, he also found himself attracted to her in other ways. Even dressed in her ill-fitting, borrowed clothes, Jandra had a simple beauty about her that he found enticing.
The Dragon Palace loomed before them like a mountain. The night felt colder in its shadow. Jandra pointed toward a tower. "I used to live there. See those high windows? My bed was just underneath them."
"It's dark," said Shay. "Do you think it's empty?"
"I'm keeping my fingers crossed," she said. "I'm hoping Blasphet's reputation kept visitors away."
Anza turned her head at the mention of the name.
"Blasphet?" asked Shay. "The Murder God?"
Jandra nodded. "He took over the tower after we fled. He's dead now. I left my old genie by my bed; if someone has taken it, this mission is going to have a disappointing end."
"Is the genie in a lamp?" Shay asked.
"No," said Jandra. "Whoever named the device had a sense of humor. A genie is a Global Encephalous Nanite Interaction Engine. It was the source of my powers, not magic."
Shay thought that this was splitting hairs but decided not to argue, as by now they were less than a hundred yards from the palace gate. Four earth-dragon guards stood at attention. Unlike the rugged, battle-scarred warriors they'd faced in Burke's Tavern, these guards were dressed in bright crimson uniforms.
"We can't sneak past them the way they're spaced," Jandra whispered.
"Should we find another entrance?" asked Shay. "If we fight, the noise will bring other guards."
Anza looked at him and smirked. She unsheathed her sword silently as she pressed her fingers to her lips. She crouched, slipping off toward some decorative bushes near the road side. She quickly vanished from view.
"I don't think we're going to have to worry about noise," whispered Jandra, as she waited for Anza to work her own brand of magic.
As they slipped through the gates into the palace, Jandra felt a sense of disorientation. Having spent her recent weeks living among men, she'd gotten used to moving through landscapes built on a human scale. Stepping back into the home of sun-dragons made her feel tiny once more. Sun-dragons stood more than twice as tall as any human, even in a relaxed state. From snout to tail, adult sun-dragons averaged forty feet. Burke's loft at the central foundry would barely serve as a closet in the palace. The glazed ceramic bowls that sun-dragons used as drinking dishes could serve as a wash basin for her.
Anza had hidden the bodies of the four guards she'd slain, but it was only a matter of time before the breach in security was noticed and an alarm went out. Their invisibility would lose its strategic value if ox-dogs were brought in to search for intruders.
Perhaps sensing her worries, Lizard grew still. He was perched on her shoulder, one arm wrapped around her neck for balance. He had his head pressed against her cheek. Lizard's breath was somewhat worse than dog-breath-his diet consisted mainly of bugs, worms, and small rodents he caught himself. She lifted her hand and stroked the side of his head to soothe him, and also to gently nudge his beak a little further from her nose. His scales were dry and warm.
Jandra led Anza and Shay through a maze of hallways, arriving at last at the stone stairs that led up into the tower she'd once called home. A lone earth-dragon stood guard, but the stairway was broad enough that they could slip past him unseen. The earth-dragon cocked his head slightly as they neared. Shay's coat made a noise as he walked, a faint swish swish. Jandra's heavy boots also proved a poor choice of footwear for a stealth mission.
They slowed their pace to a crawl. The guard turned his head away, looking incurious. They tiptoed past, holding their breath. Anza, in her leather moccasins, never made even the faintest sound no matter how swiftly she moved.
They reached the top of the tower without any difficulty. Jandra had imagined a variety of worst case scenarios on their journey but so far their path through the palace was easier than she could have hoped. If her genie was still in the room, leaving the palace unseen would be no problem at all.
She pushed the heavy oak door of her former home open. The room was much as she'd left it only a month ago. The chamber was the shape of a vast star, with high windows overhead through which moonlight filtered, painting the flagstone floor with patches of pale white. Blasphet had emptied the chamber of Vendevorex's possessions. The room had once been filled with shelves stocked with books and curiosities. Jars of preserved snails and serpents, and skeletons of rabbits and turtles had all been learning aids in her study of anatomy. From a tender age she'd been led through dissections of sundry creatures, from the simplest slugs to the elaborate architecture of a bat's wing. Looking at the bare walls she was astonished that an absence of pickled worms could make her feel lonely.