She met it with the blinding wall of sand, dry as a desert, hot as hell, that I had once seen eat a couple of vampires alive. Only she wasn't throwing it outward at us, I realized after a moment, when my flesh stayed on my bones; she was using it as a shield. I got Jesse around the middle and screamed in his ear. "Cut it out! She's a friend!"
The fire abruptly vanished, and he stood there looking a little sheepish. "Uh. Sorry?"
"Not strong at all?" I asked.
He shrugged. "Well, maybe a little strong." I guess now I knew who had taken on a cluster of angry demons.
"Why weren't you with the others?" I demanded.
"I was on my way down here when two of those things attacked me. I fried 'em," he told me happily.
"Then you could have gotten into the kitchen! You could have gone with Radella and the others!"
"And leave you like this?" He sounded insulted.
The Consul dropped the sandstorm and Jesse did a double take, then just stared, trying to prove that "eyes as big as saucers" wasn't an exaggeration. I guess he hadn't gotten a good look at her before. She arched one eyebrow in a way that reminded me eerily of Mircea. "Friend?"
I smiled weakly. "Well, you know. Not an enemy."
"That remains to be seen," she said, holding out a jeweled hand.
I blinked at it for a moment until I realized what she wanted. She expected me to hand over the Codex. And I'd already admitted that I had it. I figured I had maybe a minute to fork it over before she had me strip-searched.
"Uh," I said wittily. My brain was exhausted, my body was in serious pain, and I had nothing left. I couldn't let her take it, not when Pritkin had been willing to go to such lengths to see it destroyed. I still didn't understand exactly what it did, but I knew enough to think that maybe he'd had a point. Because no way was the geis the only reason she wanted it. Ming-de and Parindra hadn't had a sick vampire, and they'd seemed pretty keen.
The Consul didn't say anything, but she didn't lower her arm, either. "Give me the Codex, Cassandra."
"That wasn't the deal," I reminded her. "I agreed to save Mircea. That was all."
"We will attend to our own." She pulled someone forward who had been standing behind her. Tami. "Give me the book and I will give you your friend."
"You'll give her to me anyway. As soon as Mircea is healed, she is free. You've sworn it."
Those sloe eyes narrowed. "But he isn't healed. Not yet."
It took me a second, but I got it. "And you have him." I had the counterspell, but I couldn't heal Mircea if I didn't know where he was. And that left Tami under the Consul's manicured thumb until she chose to release her. Or until she gave her back to the Circle.
"So you've decided what? That you want the Codex more than you want to save Mircea?"
"Once I have the Codex, our mages can cast the spell."
How inconveniently true. "And if I refuse to give it to you?"
The Consul's grip on Tami's arm tightened slightly. "I do not think you will refuse."
"And I think she will," a ringing voice said behind me. The corridor was suddenly flooded with a blinding golden light. "Well done, Herophile. You have fulfilled your quest!"
I didn't need to turn around to know who was standing there. The Consul's expression, one of mild surprise, was enough. For her, that was practically a goggle.
I shifted my eyes, while moving Jesse and me back a few feet, toward the shattered window. "What do I get, a gold star?"
The ten-foot golden god in the too short tunic laughed, and it echoed off the walls. "Give me the Codex and you may have anything you like. It's our world now, Herophile!"
Behind him, I could see a whole row of dark-coated figures, and the rotting fruit smell that accompanied them told me what they were. Dark mages. I guess they were there for bad little Pythias who didn't do what they were told.
"Because I already have a gold circle," I continued. "The Codex was hidden behind one. I should have thought of you when I saw it."
"Gold is the alchemical sign for the sun, yes," he said, still approving.
"I did wonder. Because the Circle's symbol is silver."
"Like the moon. Artemis' emblem, that damn traitor," he said casually.
The Consul's beautiful face found an expression, and it wasn't one I liked. "You're working with our enemies," she hissed, and Tami gave a sudden cry as her arm was squeezed tight.
"She gave her priests the spell, didn't she?" I continued, ignoring it. The Consul hadn't gotten to be two thousand years old by being stupid. If I gave her enough, she'd figure it out for herself.
"She was always ridiculously sentimental," he agreed. "She thought we were being too hard on mankind, that your people were in danger of disappearing altogether."
"Were we?
"Don't be ridiculous," he said carelessly. "You breed like rabbits."
"Lucky us." My tired brain was having trouble piecing things together. Since he was in a good mood, I decided to let him help. "So the ouroboros is the spell to block your kind from our world."
He laughed. He was happy, even jocular. Of course he was. I hadn't told him no, yet. "It was the symbol for Solomon's protection spell, the one that trapped me here, the one I undid when I defeated that bitch at Delphi. The Pythoness, they called her—the last of a line of powerful witches who maintained the spell he had cast. I killed one of them and made her home my chief temple and her daughters my servants: Phemonoe and Herophile. I even kept the name: ‘pythia' means python, you know."
No, I hadn't. But I was learning all kinds of things lately. "With her death, the original spell lapsed, because there was no one to maintain it," I reasoned. "And the paths between worlds were opened again. Until Artemis decided to give the spell back to mankind." He nodded. "But her priests are dead. Who maintained it after the destruction of her temple?"
"The Silver Circle, of course." He looked surprised that I hadn't known that. "But they forgot. I had given the Pythias part of my power. And when my people were barred—"
"The power remained."
"And allowed me to communicate, albeit with great difficulty, with my priestesses," he acknowledged. "But the damn Circle corrupted them, turned them against me, blocked the only link I still had with this world. I couldn't get anywhere with any of them!"
"Until I came along." I was suddenly feeling really queasy.
"Yes. I thought I had a good candidate in Myra, but she fizzled out." He dismissed the former heir with a wave. "She was more interested consolidating her own position than in following my lead. I was quite pleased when you disposed of her."
"I didn't."
He shrugged. "You helped. Thus winning you many friends, young Herophile. Artemis never bothered to consider that the spell barring us from earth would close those worlds linked with yours as well. Faerie, for example, which depended on our magic and has been in decline since we left. They will be glad to see our return."
"That would explain why some of the Fey are so eager to get their hands on the Codex," I said.
He beamed approval. "They understand that the old ways were best, for your people as well as for us. Think of all we have to teach you."
"Yeah, you keep promising to tell me what's going on."
"As I have done. Give me the Codex, Herophile, and take your rightful place as the chief of my servants."
"You keep calling me that, when I've already told you." I took a deep breath and moved a little closer to the Consul. "My name is Cassandra."