“Nola’s trying to foster him out on her farm. Away from magic. She’s running into red tape. Something about psych tests.”
Zayvion was impeccably calm. Blank. Zen.
“You already knew about this, didn’t you?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Whoa. A straight answer. Are you feeling okay?”
“I’ve been worse.”
“So, about Cody?” I asked.
“The Authority is involved with clearing him so that he can be fostered by Nola. I haven’t been. . updated on the details.”
“Now, there’s the obscure, subject-dodging man I know,” I said. He gave me a look I pointedly ignored. “What should I tell Nola?”
“You can tell her that you found out Cody should be released soon. As soon as the psych eval is done.”
“Psych eval? Is that the story?”
He took a deep breath and let it out. “Allie, if you are going to become a part of the Authority, you are going to have to learn how to keep a few secrets. So, yes. That is the story until we hear otherwise.”
“And that’s all the story you’re telling me?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t think I like that.”
“Too bad.”
I scowled at him. I not only didn’t like being in the dark, I didn’t like that he was comfortable keeping me there. “Is there a list of who I can and cannot talk to about the Authority? I work with the police on occasion,” I said. “Can I talk to them?”
“The police don’t know about us. Detective Stotts shouldn’t either.”
“Shouldn’t?”
“We are fairly sure he doesn’t know about the Authority.”
“Why?”
“Because he hasn’t done anything to try to stop us.”
“You know, that makes it sound like you’re on the wrong side of the law.”
“You can talk to Violet if you want.”
“Way to avoid my observation,” I said.
“She knows about the Authority.” He continued like I hadn’t even spoken. “But she doesn’t know everything. And there are some things that would be best not to tell her. Things that would put her in danger. Like Cody being under evaluation with us.”
I rubbed at my face. “I give up,” I said into my palms. “One slip of conversation and someone’s going to get hurt? How do you keep track of it all?”
“Spreadsheet.”
“Right. So how do you know who knows what?”
The clouds grew darker the farther north we headed to the Fremont Bridge. He was silent awhile, maybe thinking about how to explain it to me, or maybe just paying attention to navigating the thicker traffic.
By the time he turned onto the bridge, it was raining steadily. The windshield wiper squeaked. “It’s not that difficult,” he finally said, picking up our conversation once we had merged with I-5 traffic. “The majority of people in the city, in the world, do not know about the Authority.”
“And why not? Why not just come out and come clean so we can all move forward with the same information?”
“The older uses for magic, the ancient spells, are far more dangerous than the simple magic approved for release to the masses. The older uses for magic-dark magic, light magic-have always been hidden from the world. The few times in history those magics have fallen into the wrong hands, wars and worse have nearly destroyed mankind.”
“Wait. Magic was approved to be released?”
He glanced at me. “You didn’t know that?” He shook his head. “Your father. .” He left it at that, then went on. “When the technology reached such a point that the common man could access magic safely-”
“Relatively safely,” I interrupted.
“Relatively safely,” he agreed, “and not without price or pain. When that technology was released, only certain magics, glyphs, spells, were ‘discovered’ and tested by the pioneers in the budding field of magic.
“And all of that happened under the control of the Authority,” he said. “Mostly.”
“So the Authority has been hiding magic for hundreds of years?”
“Thousands.”
Wow. “What changed?”
“Your father and James’s father, Perry Hoskil, invented the technology to channel and access magic. And they brought it to market, released the notes on their study of uses-spells and glyphs that allowed the users to make magic bend to their will.”
“My dad started this?” I mean, I knew he was one of the driving forces of the Beckstrom Storm Rods, and had found a way to draw magic out from the deep natural cisterns where it pooled. I guess I’d never really thought that he was more than a driving force behind the way to make money off it. I’d never thought of him as an innovator. And certainly never thought of him as the beginning of the common man’s access and awareness of magic beyond superstition, religion, or the things conservative people always wrote off as esoteric nonsense.
“Yes,” Zayvion said, “your dad started this.”
“And the Authority was okay with that?”
Here Zayvion smiled. “That’s one of the things I like about you. You know the right questions to ask. No. The Authority was not okay with what he or his partner, Perry Hoskil, were doing. But there are divisions in the Authority. Lines and boundaries that limit how much high-level magic users can influence and interfere with one another’s experiments and studies.
“Even though it is an ancient field of study, not everything about magic has been discovered, tested, proved. Like space, like the oceans, like the human body, there is still so much we don’t know about it. So much to learn.”
I couldn’t help myself; I smiled. That man had a hunger for knowledge, a respect for it. I’d always gone for the intellectual types. Well, not always. There were those years in college where brawn, not brains, got me in bed, but it hadn’t taken me long to get tired of the pretty-on-the-outside, empty-in-the-head guys like that.
“By the time what Beckstrom and Hoskil were doing was discovered, the damage had been done. Magic was no longer a secret. Magic was now in the hands of the untrained masses.”
“Why didn’t the Authority go public then? They could have established themselves as experienced managers, or at least educators.”
“From what I am told”-he raised an eyebrow, maybe to remind me that he wasn’t around thirty years ago when this all happened-“there were worldwide gatherings of the Authority to discuss a course of action.”
Traffic slowed. Maybe an accident. More likely congestion from merge lanes and exits. The rain drew a veil of evening over the afternoon light.
“The argument to go public,” Zayvion continued, “and reveal the mastery of magic was strongly championed. And so were many other arguments, factions of the Authority taking sides, for and against, including the ancient Order of the Aegis, who adhere to the oldest written laws that magic should never be revealed to the uninitiated. Never. Your father came very close to being Closed when the vote was taken to allow his transgression to stand or to remove him. Magic was very nearly erased from common use.”
That was a lot to take in all at once, but the painkillers and soup were giving me a little of my brain back.
“Oh, come on. People wouldn’t willingly give up magic once they had a chance to use it.”
“I didn’t say willingly. But enough engineered failure in the budding technology would prove magic was a wildly unmanageable, unsafe, and, if the members of the Authority did their jobs correctly, perhaps even an unreal resource.”
“Engineered failure,” I said. “Do you mean deaths?”
“That was one option.”
Holy shit. These people really did play for keeps.
“Instead it was agreed to allow magic, the safest form of it, to be accessible to the common man. There was money to be made off of it, and like you just said, members of the Authority were in the perfect position to educate, train, and manage the change in the world.”