“You’re speaking in the past tense …,” Seren said.
“Because Stardeep is gone,” Raidon said. “So is the splinter of Faerie where it was built, a realm called Sildeyuir. The Traitor either escaped, or more likely died in the Spellplague, and the Keepers and their golem warden are dead. The Cerulean Sign burned into my chest is all that remains of their order.”
Raidon saw each person around the table digest his news in their own way; quietly, with a raised eyebrow, and in Seren’s case, a tiny shake of her head.
Thoster poured himself more tea. “So if this place is gone, why’s Malyanna interested in it?” he asked.
“Stardeep is destroyed … but its ruins remain,” said Raidon. “If she discovers their location, she might unearth the Traitor’s remains. I don’t know what the Key of Stars is that Xxiphu and Malyanna seek, but if it has to do with the Sovereignty, I wouldn’t be surprised if the Traitor knows.”
“You said the Traitor died when Stardeep was destroyed,” said Anusha.
“Remains can be reanimated, and questioned,” said Japheth.
Raidon nodded. “Just so,” he said.
Anusha frowned.
“So,” said Thoster. “There’s the hoary old aboleth city itself, hovering off the coast. And then there’s Malyanna, digging around somewhere in a ragged tatter of the Feywild near Aglarond, looking for the Key of Stars, or news of it. If we’re really serious about doing something about the situation-”
“And we are,” said Anusha.
Thoster nodded. “Then we need to deal with both,” he continued.
“Which first?” said Japheth.
Anusha stood up. “We need to split our efforts,” she said. “One group needs to monitor Xxiphu in case it does something awful, while the rest of us try to catch the eladrin noble in Aglarond before she finds Stardeep.”
“Well, I want to keep an eye on Xxiphu,” said Thoster. “It’s what’s sending out the call.”
“Good-I was thinking the same thing,” said Anusha. “With Green Siren, you can follow it around the Sea of Fallen Stars-for some reason, it seems to want to stay over water. Yeva should go with you; she can use her mental abilities to keep tabs on the aboleths’ intentions perhaps, or see if Malyanna puts in an appearance. And, with my dreamwalking, I can send a dream up to take a peek at what’s going on.”
“Hold on,” said Japheth. “You want to go with Green Siren, and spy on Xxiphu?”
“Yes,” Anusha replied.
The warlock frowned. “Which means, you’re suggesting that Raidon, Seren, and I go after Malyanna,” he said.
“Not me, remember; I’m out of this,” said Seren.
“Yes, I guess that’s correct,” said Anusha, ignoring the wizard.
Japheth’s face reddened, and his brows drew together. Words seemed to escape him for a moment.
“Look,” Anusha said, looking directly into Japheth’s eyes. “We can’t afford to let either the city or Malyanna slip away from us.”
“But your dream form is vulnerable to the Eldest!” said Japheth.
Seren raised a hand. “And, sorry to be blunt,” she said, “but isn’t anyone concerned that Raidon isn’t going to go after the warlock again once they’re alone? Raidon looked like he was hell-bent on killing Japheth down in the cellar. Seems like a dangerous idea.”
Raidon stirred himself to raise a conciliatory hand. “It was a lapse I don’t plan on repeating,” he said.
“All right,” said Seren, looking at him with a slightly disbelieving expression.
“I can take care of myself, and I certainly trust the monk,” said Japheth, interrupting. “What I don’t understand, Anusha, is how you think it’s a good idea that you get anywhere near Xxiphu? You should … come with me.”
Anusha turned to the wizard. “Remember how you gave the captain a charm to help him resist the call of his blood?” she asked. “Could you fashion something like that for me to wear to keep my mind anchored safely in my body?”
“Maybe,” said Seren.
“Would you?” said Anusha.
Seren smiled. “Of course,” she replied. “You might not guess it, but I do feel a little guilty leaving all of you in the lurch; it’s the least I can do. Shouldn’t be the work of more than a few hours. And Hells, then I can help Japheth with opening a way to Aglarond, should he require my aid. I recall a sequence or two for portal endpoints out that way. After that … I must hide away from Thay before Morgenthel finds me.”
“And what of our contract?” Raidon said to Seren.
“It was fulfilled when I ventured into Xxiphu with you, half-elf,” Seren replied. “If anything, I should be asking you to hold up your end of the bargain.”
The monk couldn’t bring himself to argue. Seren was partly right in any event.
“If you can find me when this all ends, I will do so,” he said.
The wizard sniffed. “Do you really think you’re going to live through this?” she said. “If you had any sense at all, you’d run and hide with me until it all blows over.”
Seren’s words made Raidon sad. But only a little. Because her words also sparked a memory of nobler days, and a protest. Raidon hadn’t been trained to give up when things got hard. No. He’d been taught, and he believed somewhere in his core, that the true mettle of a person was revealed in how they ultimately faced a difficult or even an impossible situation. Since returning from Xxiphu, he’d failed to be his best. But there was a chance to try one more time.
“I am pledged to this fight, whatever the outcome,” Raidon said. “It has taken so much from me already, I hardly begrudge giving up the rest.”
A weight seemed to lift from his shoulders, and he stood straighter.
Japheth, Anusha, and even Thoster frowned at his statement. His ability to read others was returning. His hallucination of gauzy webs filling in every empty space in the room had evaporated. The air in the salon was sweeter than when he had first entered, and the colors were more vibrant. He was feeling … relief?
Yes.
“Anusha Marhana,” Raidon said, “thank you for your intent to see this disaster through. You have my gratitude; you’ve kept us together since we returned from Xxiphu, you gave us a place to rest and recover from that horrible place, and now, despite our reluctance, you have brought us together long enough for a plan to be forged.”
“Here, here!” Yeva said.
Anusha blushed. “Thank you,” she said. “I only did what needed doing.”
“Exactly,” said Raidon.
CHAPTER NINE
The Year of the Secret (1396 DR)
Aglarond, Yuirwood Forest
Japheth surveyed the circle formed by the glowing sigils. A hazy image of a forest path glimmered within its circumference. He and Seren had spent a good part of the afternoon scribing the design on the catacomb floor with golden chalks and purple inks.
He and Anusha had said their good-byes after the meeting in the salon. It’d been too hurried, with too many things left unsaid. She’d gathered her things, including her travel chest, and left the mansion. She’d accompanied Captain Thoster and Yeva, whose metallic form was concealed in a hooded cassock, down to the docks to see about Green Siren.
Watching her go had been as hard as resisting the call of his addiction. All Japheth wanted to do was run off with her to someplace safe from all worries. Childish fantasy, of course. Anusha was committed to putting things right. The only way he and she could have any kind of future was if he did his best to help her foil Malyanna and Xxiphu’s search for the Key of Stars. Whatever that was.
He still hated that Anusha’s plan required that he and she separate. When he considered all the terrible things that might befall her, he felt dizzy.
And he was going to miss her.
But, damn it, he was angry too. He’d shown he’d do anything for her by stealing the Dreamheart and imperiling his own sanity, and the world itself, to save her.