“Why?” Naru Gwei continued. “What was special about her?”
“She was apprenticed to a Sage,” Lindon blurted out. Yet again, he wondered if he should be sharing this, but Yerin had never kept it a secret. She would proudly tell anyone.
“Which Sage?”
“The Sword Sage!”
Naru Gwei’s green-armored fingers wrapped around his sword hilt. “Which Sword Sage?”
There was more than one?
“I don’t know!” Lindon insisted. “I don’t know! She’s on the Path of the Endless Sword, and she learned it from him, but I don’t know if he had another name, or...”
After a moment, the Captain’s hand moved down. He stared at the wall, and Lindon felt a light brush on his spirit as the Underlord’s perception moved through him…and kept going.
He was looking for Yerin.
Naru Gwei wasn’t an Arelius, so he had to rely on his spiritual perception to find someone. He’d long been jealous of their bloodline legacy; it was wasted on them, he felt. The world’s best scouting tool, and they wasted it on civic maintenance.
But there were some things that an old-fashioned spiritual scan did best.
He found a nearby Highgold sword artist almost immediately. Her madra moved in smooth, steady rhythms—she was cycling. That would be Yerin. There were other sword artists nearby, but none of them so close.
He’d read reports that had mentioned Yerin, but he hadn’t paid them much attention. He had been focused on Lindon, the Blackflame. He’d even seen her once himself, briefly, though she hadn’t stood out to him.
But now he’d found yet another seed that Eithan had tried to plant in the Skysworn.
At first, he felt nothing out of the ordinary. She had a powerful soul, with madra that was potent for a Highgold. She may be on the verge of Truegold, or she might have used some elixir. None of that was cause for alarm.
But upon closer inspection, he felt something: a seal. Fueled by soulfire.
The seal was like a cage embedded in her soul, and it must have been made recently. Soulfire couldn’t last forever.
What was inside?
He ran his perception around the box, probing for gaps, but he found none. Instead, he sat there with his attention on the box itself, waiting for an impression to drift through.
After a few breaths of time, he felt a wisp of something from inside the seaclass="underline" blood. Like a monster that had spilled an ocean of blood and was hungry to spill more.
He jerked away, his head actually snapping backward as he broke the connection.
Could Eithan have done this intentionally? No, he must have picked this girl up months before Jai Daishou had opened the western labyrinth. And he couldn’t have known the Jai Underlord would attract the attention of Redmoon Hall.
Or could he? How far ahead had Eithan’s plan gone?
If not for Naru Gwei’s vigilance, Eithan would have slipped a Blood Shadow into the Skysworn.
The Underlord wasn’t surprised no one had caught it before. Even without Eithan’s seal, most people had never encountered a Blood Shadow before. Renfei must have scanned her before allowing her into the Skysworn, but she could easily have mistaken that impression as a blood Remnant or perhaps part of her Path.
But Naru Gwei could tell. If she wasn’t part of Redmoon Hall herself, she was well on her way.
Now, the Blackflame and the Blood Shadow’s host were in his power. He could rid the Empire of both of them.
He stood still, thinking, as Lindon squirmed against his manacles beside him. He could kill them both in an instant.
And then what would happen?
He would provoke the Arelius family at least, on the verge of a national crisis. Everyone expected the Arelius to replace the Jai clan in the ranks of the great clans, now that Jai Daishou was dead. This would be the worst possible time to make new enemies.
Even if he were willing to face that problem, there was a greater one: the Sage of the Endless Sword.
Eithan said he was dead, and if he had adopted the Sage’s disciple, he would be in a position to know. But could Naru Gwei accept anything Eithan said?
No, he couldn’t. If the Sage showed up alive, and his disciple had been killed by a fellow Highgold, he would have no one to blame. But if she had been killed by an Underlord…
Naru Gwei wouldn’t last any longer against an Archlord than a Copper would. And the Sages were the greatest of the Archlords.
No, he couldn’t kill her himself. And he would prefer not to antagonize the Arelius family by executing Lindon either. Now he had two enemies with backgrounds he couldn’t afford to offend.
Wait, not two…three.
A new face popped up in his memory, and he remembered the request from the Akura clan.
Take good care of our errant daughter, their messenger had said. Treat her as you would a favored disciple, and place her where the battle is hottest. If she is to fall, there will be no reprisals. Your cooperation will be rewarded.
The Akura clan had entrusted their Empire with this request only months ago, and Naru Gwei himself had been assigned to oversee its execution. The Emperor was counting on him.
There was no reason he couldn’t fold two more enemies into the plan.
Lindon and Yerin would still have to apply. They could go through the evaluation process like usual, and Eithan Arelius couldn’t complain. If they failed, they would join the reserve, and Naru Gwei could still find a place for them.
And if they succeeded, so much the better. They would share a fate with all the Empire’s enemies.
Before Lindon could react, Naru Gwei pulled free his sword and struck through the young man’s manacles. Halfsilver had its uses, but it was brittle, and it practically crumbled under the force of his blow.
“You’re free to go,” the Captain said.
Lindon’s expression looked dissatisfied, as though he’d missed the opportunity for a fight, but he sounded only relieved. “Gratitude, Underlord, gratitude.”
“Better hurry,” Naru Gwei said, returning his sword to his back. “The application begins precisely at noon.”
Without a backward glance, Lindon scurried out of the room. He would be headed for his contracted partner and to Yerin.
And, soon, to his death.
Chapter 14
The two Skysworn guided them to a fairground just inside the city walls. Hundreds of people had gathered out in the open, bustling and mixing, and the sheer variety of different sacred artists made it a riot of color and motion. Birds, winged Remnants, and hovering constructs filled the sky. Lindon saw Goldsigns of every description, from shining tattoos to floating clouds of eyes, and weapons Forged from solid fire or living dreams.
It was an overwhelming sight, but Renfei and Bai Rou eventually dropped them off by a pair of tents. Each had a pair of characters floating overhead, projected on cloud madra. They spelled out the words "Lowgold" and "Highgold."
Yerin made her way to the Highgold tent, and Lindon started to make his way toward the Lowgold area.
He stopped almost immediately, when the green-armored guards saw him and their faces went hard. One of them drew a sword, and the other's hands started crackling with lightning.
Bai Rou stood with his arms folded, as though whatever happened to Lindon was no business of his, but Renfei stepped up and spoke to them. What she said must have worked, because they backed away, but they still didn't look pleased.
"This is foolish," Orthos grumbled, tearing up a chunk of grassy soil and swallowing it whole. "We surround ourselves with enemies."
Lindon glanced over at the Highgold tent, where Yerin's silver Goldsigns bobbed over the crowd. "The Skysworn treat their students well. One day inside their Soulsmith library will pay for itself."