“A witch woman?” Amos rolled his eyes again. “A minor sorceress? A trivial seer? Witch women don’t have much standing in Ildakar. In our city, the gifted are strong.”
Nicci was glad to hear that, since she’d had enough of witch women. “Why were your wizards so much more powerful than any opponent? In those days were there not other gifted enemies? Dream walkers? Shapers?”
“Ildakar was different because our wizards banded together. Their secretive research had taught them magic and spell-forms that no one else knew, and when they united their abilities, no outsider could defeat them.”
From the sound of his words, Nicci guessed that Amos was just parroting what he’d been taught all his life. Nevertheless, it seemed to be true.
They soon reached the first of the high outer walls and a towering double gate made of stone-hard wood held in place with giant iron hinges; each plank was the length of a full tree. The gate looked impervious to any kind of siege or battering ram. Nicci ran her gaze up and down the construction, trying to imagine whether she would have the power to blast her way inside. Or to escape, if need be.
Bannon looked intimidated. “Will they let us in?”
Amos snorted. “They’ll let us in. I’m the son of the sovrena and the wizard commander.” He went to a smaller, person-sized door inset on the lower left side. He hammered with his fist. “High Captain Avery, are you on duty? Open up! I brought visitors.”
Nicci heard voices on the other side, then a rattle and clank as iron bolts were drawn back out of their sockets.
She sensed a flash of magic as a different kind of seal peeled away from around the jamb; then the smaller door swung open. A uniformed guard stood there, tall and handsome, with a red pauldron on his left shoulder. Brown leather armor lapped with iron scales covered his torso but left his arms bare. His wide belt held a dagger and a sheathed short sword. Though the air was warm, he wore a cape lined with a wiry brown pelt from an animal Nicci could not identify. His high boots came to just beneath the knee.
The guard captain looked at Amos, ignoring the strangers. “We’ve been expecting you back, young man.”
Amos and his two friends pushed through the gate. “No matter what you do with my mother, you don’t command me, Captain.” He glanced over his shoulder at Nicci, Nathan, and Bannon, who were still waiting to be introduced. “This is High Captain Avery, the head of the city guard. He’ll know what to do.” He turned back to the muscular man. “The woman is a sorceress, and the old one claims to be a wizard. Apparently, they have some business in Ildakar and have come a long way. I turn them over to you. Take them to my parents in the ruling tower.” He paused and glanced at Bannon, considering. “You’ll stay with them, I suppose?”
Bannon brushed back his long ginger hair and made up his mind. “Yes, I will.”
Amos clearly had no further interest. “Fine. My friends and I have other things to do.”
Jed pushed forward. “Let’s go to the bathhouse first. Slaves can bring food to us there.”
“I thought you wanted to visit the silk yaxen first,” Brock said.
“Tonight,” Amos replied. “There’ll be plenty of time.”
Without a second glance, the three youths entered the bustling city, while High Captain Avery frowned at the three strangers. “Come with me.”
After they entered through the wall, he slammed the door behind them, then threw numerous bolts to keep the barricade intact. Once they were securely locked inside, the guard captain said, “Welcome to Ildakar.”
CHAPTER 7
Nicci didn’t like to have doors closed behind her. Or locked.
After the small common entry was sealed, she looked up at the tall ceremonial gate that towered above her head. The door seemed impenetrable, the layered wood adorned with exotic designs, even the rippling curves of denial-based spell-forms.
Nathan also pondered the wooden barrier behind him, his brow furrowed, but then he forced a smile. He said to Nicci, “We wanted to come to this city, and now we’re inside. I will take that as a good thing.”
Taking the lead, she faced High Captain Avery. With her black dress, long blond hair, and shapely form, Nicci did not look intimidating, even with a dagger at each hip, but the intensity of her blue-eyed gaze gave the guard captain pause. “I am Nicci, a representative of the D’Haran Empire. This is Nathan Rahl, wizard and roving ambassador for D’Hara.”
“And this is our companion, Bannon,” Nathan added.
The young man touched the sword at his side. “I help defend them.” He glanced at the three youths, who slipped away into the crowds without even looking back at them.
Avery regarded them with a narrow stony face that was both handsome and aloof. He had close-cropped brown hair and sported a well-groomed mustache, but the rest of his face was clean-shaven.
“We have come to Ildakar to speak to your leaders,” Nicci said.
“Then it is my obligation to take you to the ruling tower. Up there.” With a brusque nod, he indicated the top of the plateau high above these lower levels of the city. A sleek tower rose from the summit, overlooking the streets below. “I don’t know if the wizards’ duma is in session, but the sovrena and the wizard commander will be there.” Leaving other guards at the gate, Avery commanded five of the armed men to accompany them as an escort through the streets.
Ildakar was a city that throbbed with colors, exotic smells, and fascinating sights. They walked at a brisk military pace, as if Avery had no interest in delay or small talk. People watched them as they marched past, and Bannon turned from side to side as he drank in the turbulence of fascination. “This city is even bigger than Tanimura.”
Nicci assessed the streets and buildings around her. “Tanimura is more sprawling, but Ildakar is contained, everything compact, not an inch wasted.”
Nobles, merchants, and tradesmen wore loose, clean clothes with accents of rich colors, while others wore drab linen pants and rough tunics with frayed sleeves and necklines. Instead of well-tooled boots, the drab ones wore only sandals. Nicci assumed they were the lower classes, the workers, for they were carrying water jugs, pulling carts, lifting crates, or sweeping out gutters. And they kept their eyes averted.
Following the guards along the winding cobblestoned streets, she noticed that even here in the lower level, the paving was well maintained, the walkways were swept. The brick homes were covered with whitewash, the roofs layered with baked terra-cotta tiles, glazed with bright colors, like the scales of a dragon. Workers climbed wooden ladders and stood on the roofs, repairing loose tiles or installing new glazed pieces to make striped patterns that could only be seen from the upper levels of Ildakar.
Gold-trimmed purple banners hung from high buildings or bell towers. The banners bore the ubiquitous symbol of Ildakar, a stylized sun from which emanated jagged lightning bolts. The design looked powerful and dangerous at the same time.
The streets formed an upward, spiraling curve like a graceful snail’s shell that rose to the top of the tapering plateau. The most magnificent buildings occupied the upper level, grand villas and a prominent stair-stepped pyramid as well as the high tower on the edge of an abrupt drop-off.
“From a geological perspective, this is quite unusual,” Nathan said. “The wizards of Ildakar must have extruded this high mound to make it a defensible fortress above the plain.”
Avery gave a curt nod. “Yes, rather than find a place that suited their needs, the wizards created exactly what they wanted, right here. They uplifted half of the valley, then constructed this magnificent city, which has stood for millennia—and will stand for eternity.”