"Then perhaps members of the Ones still suffer as Necrophagians to this very day," Shailiha finished for him. "They await their descendants of the Vigors to acquire sufficient knowledge to free them."
Wide-eyed, she looked first at Faegan, then at Wigg. "Could it really be true? Could there really be members of the Ones still living among us, albeit in an entirely different form?"
"Very possibly," Wigg answered. "But even if it is true, we do not have the knowledge required to free them."
"But Wulfgar was apparently able to free the captains of the Black Watch," Shailiha countered. "And despite the quality of his blood, he is still very new to the craft. So where did he acquire such training?"
"Presumably from the same source he has acquired all of his other gifts," Wigg answered. "The Scroll of the Vagaries. Remember, the Scrolls were written to supply 'shortcuts,' if you will, to one's training in the craft in the form of Forestallments. Your ability to commune with the fliers of the fields is a perfect example of this, Princess. You have never been classically trained, yet you are able to perform that feat. And unlike us, Wulfgar has an entire group of highly trained consuls to research the Scroll for him. While it's true that we have the acolytes to help us wade through the Scroll of the Vigors, their skills don't yet match those of the consuls. And don't forget that at least one third of our scroll was burned when Wulfgar tried to pollute the Orb of the Vigors. There is no telling how many secrets turned to ash that night. I must say that I fear that Wulfgar is far ahead of us in his understanding of the Scrolls-at least the one in his possession."
Wigg gave Adrian a little smile. "No offense meant about your abilities, First Sister," he said. "The acolytes simply haven't studied and practiced the craft for as long as the consuls." Then he gave her a wink. "But your time will come."
Adrian smiled back. "No offense taken," she said.
"But some of this still doesn't make sense," Celeste argued. "Why bother to condemn the captured Ones to the sea at all? Why not just kill them outright? The Ones and the Heretics were mortal enemies, were they not?"
"I think I may have the answer to that," Jessamay said. This was the first time the sorceress had spoken during the meeting, and everyone turned to look at her.
"The Heretics wanted to protect the Citadel," she said. "It is supposedly one of the aeons-old birthplaces of the craft, is it not? I propose that it was upon that island that the Vagaries were first conceived and then perfected. What better way for the Heretics to guard their precious knowledge than to ensure that the Ones could never reach it? Unless they were in Heretic vessels, of course-in which case it's quite reasonable to assume that if they could create the Necrophagians, they could demand safe passage from them as well." She looked around the table.
"I agree with Wigg," she added. "The Citadel holds far more secrets of the craft than even Wulfgar may realize. True, he is the Enseterat. But his future powers-and even those still unrealized gifts of the Jin'Sai and the Jin'Saiou-may pale in comparison to what was once accomplished by the Ones and the Heretics. The truth is that we simply don't know."
Tristan was about to speak when an urgent pounding came on the doors. He looked over to one of the Minion guards and he nodded. They swung the double doors open to reveal Ox.
The giant warrior looked worried. Another warrior unfamiliar to the prince stood beside him. The second Minion looked totally exhausted. With a wave from Tristan, the two of them walked briskly into the room and they came to attention.
"This be Dax," Ox said. "He be the captain I leave in charge to watch orb. He fly all night to bring news."
Ox turned to look directly at his lord and master.
"All news very bad," he added.
Tristan and Traax both came to their feet and walked over to Dax. Tristan gave him a chair. Traax poured him a goblet of wine. The warrior drank deeply. After sitting down and taking a few moments to collect himself, Dax told his tale.
It was clear to everyone that Ox was right: The news was very bad indeed.
CHAPTER LX
Wulfgar was uneasy as he looked out over the sea of Whispers. The sun was setting. Much of the demonslaver fleet and all seven of the Black Ships sat at anchor in the horseshoe-shaped bay, waiting for their lord to join them. The rest of the fleet dutifully patrolled the waters surrounding the island. Two days had passed since Tyranny's raid on the Citadel, and the Enseterat remained concerned.
Einar and Serena stood beside him. The seven skeletal captains of the Black Ships stood at attention to one side, awaiting their orders. Today Wulfgar and his forces would sail for Eutracia. And this time he knew he would not fail.
He wasn't particularly worried about the captured demonslaver. The slaver had been only one of many such guards of lower rank, and he did not possess information that would be of great use to the Eutracian wizards.
What concerned him was that the sanctity of his home had been violated-the very place where he had vowed to keep his queen and unborn daughter safe. The demonslavers who had failed him had paid for their mistake with their lives. Extra precautions had been taken to protect the fortress, and he was reasonably sure that its security would not be breached again. Without informing his consuls, he had granted Serena's blood signature a host of additional Forestallments, should she need them in his absence. Even so, he had mixed feelings about leaving.
Yesterday the soothing voices of the Heretics had come to him again, bringing words that had slowly salved his concerns. He had been in the throne room with Einar and Serena, poring over maps of Eutracia and briefing them about the impending campaign.
Wulfgar had been in midsentence when he heard the chorus of voices. Recognizing their timbre, he walked to the edge of the room that looked out over the sea. Lowering his head, he went down on both knees.
"Wulfgar," the voices whispered.
"I am here," he answered.
"The wizards of the Redoubt have violated the Citadel. But remain strong of heart, for they have gained little. The wounded Orb of the Vigors has succeeded in cutting its way through the mountains that lie on the western side of Eutracia. When you reach Eutracia, you and a measure of your forces must immediately travel to the pass. Send another group under the leadership of your captains to find the orb and keep it safe from the Jin'Sai and his wizards. Nothing must be allowed to stop its decay. Allow the female assassin to continue her work, for it will prove useful. But if she is unable to kill the Jin'Sai and the Jin'Saiou, then that shall become your task."
The voices paused for a moment. Sensing that his mind should remain still, Wulfgar waited reverently.
"Under no circumstances are you or any of your servants to attack the capital until you have first secured the mouth of the pass. Proceed with caution, because the forces of the Jin'Sai guard it and they must be dealt with. Once the pass is yours, we shall again reveal ourselves to you. Do not be alarmed by what you will see there, for it will be wondrous and will further aid you in your cause. Go quickly, Wulfgar, and have faith. All will be revealed."
"I shall obey," he answered.
Stunned, he slowly walked back to Einar and Serena. They looked at him curiously.
"What troubles you, my lord?" Serena asked. She took his good hand. It felt cold, as though all of his blood had somehow left him.
Wulfgar cast his gaze westward toward Eutracia-the land that had once been his home. "The Heretics have spoken to me once more," he said. He told Einar and Serena the news and instructions.
"Is it true?" Wulfgar asked Einar, unsure he believed what he'd been told. "Could a pass to the other side truly exist? What wonders might await us there?"