“Isn’t that enough?” Mereth asked, shocked. “He’s Anaran’s heir!”
“Anaran was a fine general, but does that mean all his descendants are going to be natural rulers?” Sarai said. “They’ve ruled Ethshar of the Sands for seven generations now; doesn’t that mean that less than one part in a hundred of Ederd’s blood comes from Anaran?”
“Oh, but they’ve intermarried with the families of the other overlords, and bred back in...” “So what?”
“Lady Sarai,” Kelder interrupted, “at least Anaran’s descendants did not take their thrones by force, or murder innocents in their beds.”
“That’s true,” Sarai admitted. “But I still don’t like it. I don’t want anyone else to be killed.”
“None of us do,” Mereth said. “Or at least, we don’t want anyone other than Tabaea to be killed.”
“Mereth?” The voice came from the archway opening into the central hall; Sarai and Kelder turned to find Lirrin, Serein’s former apprentice, standing there.
“You’re needed downstairs,” Lirrin said. “What’s happening downstairs?” Sarai asked. She blinked; was there a downstairs? She hadn’t noticed that when she visited the house in the course of her investigation.
“Guild business,” Lirrin said apologetically. Mereth rose, gathering her skirts, then looked back at Sarai. “Oh.” Sarai glanced at Kelder, who shrugged. “I’m no more a wizard than you,” he said. “We can wait here together and pass the time.”
“I’m sorry, Lady Sarai,” Mereth said. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” She and Lirrin vanished down the hallway.
That left Kelder and Sarai alone in the parlor; for a moment they sat in awkward silence.
“Do you still have all those talismans and trinkets of yours?” Sarai asked at last.
“Of course,” he said, gesturing at his pack. “Do you think they could tell you anything more about Tabaea that might be useful in deposing her? She was in this house once, after all.”
“Oh, I doubt it,” Kelder said. “There will be traces, but what they can tell us will be limited. If you like, I can see what there is to see.” “I’d be very interested.”
Kelder bobbed his head in a semblance of a bow. “Then I’ll try,” he said. He opened his pack and began rummaging through it.
A moment later he emerged holding a thin silver box set with square-cut gems. “A denekin allasir,” he explained, tapping an uneven rhythm upon it.
“What’s that mean?” Lady Sarai asked.
“I haven’t any idea,” Kelder admitted. “It’s just what it’s called.”
“What does it do?”
Kelder proudly explained, “It reads traces a person has left— flakes of skin, bits of hair, even the air he or she breathed—and then displays for me a pattern of lights, in this row of jewels here, that I can interpret to tell me about that person. What I can see will vary; sometimes it’s a great deal, sometimes it’s nothing at all.”
Lady Sarai looked at the row of jewels Kelder pointed to. She could see odd little curls of light, glowing deep within the stones, but they made no pattern that she could see. “And what does it tell you about Tabaea?” she asked.
“Well, this is the device that gave me the description I gave you,” Kelder said. “I don’t suppose it will find any trace of her in here, though; the murder was upstairs, and I assume Tabaea came in through the bedroom window.”
“Did she?”
Kelder hesitated. “I don’t know,” he said. “Shall we find out?”
Sarai nodded.
“If she used the stairs, we’ll probably find...” Kelder began, as he tapped at a dark blue gem on the side of his little box. Then he stopped in midsentence and stared. He began tapping other jewels and various places on the surface of the allasir.
“What is it?” Lady Sarai asked.
“She was here,” Kelder said.
“That’s not so very surprising,” Sarai began.
“No, no, Lady Sarai,” Kelder said, cutting her off. “She was here four years ago. Several times.”
“Perhaps she knew Serem, then,” Sarai suggested. “Perhaps she bought a potion from him, or sold him something he needed for one of his spells. It’s hardly as shocking as all that.”
Kelder blinked.
“I suppose you’re right,” he said. “Yes, of course you’re right.” He sighed. “And here I thought I’d found something important.”
“Well, perhaps you did,” Lady Sarai said comfortingly. “There might be a connection. Why don’t we go discuss it with the others, the wizards?” “Do you think that’s a good idea?” Kelder asked.
“Yes, I do,” Sarai said, getting to her feet. “I’m tired of being shut out by them, anyway. Maybe we can trade this discovery of yours for some of their information.” She pushed aside the plant that was waving determinedly at her and headed for the hallway. Kelder followed.
In the central corridor Sarai stopped, suddenly aware that she didn’t know where the wizards were.
“That way,” Kelder said, holding out his silver box. Following his directions, Sarai soon found herself on the stairs to the old wizard’s great underground chamber, which she had not known existed; surprised into caution and silence, she crept down the steps slowly and carefully.
Before her, she saw a score of wizards—Mereth, Tobas, Lir-rin, the Guildmasters Telurinon, Heremon, and Algarin, and others she knew only slightly or not at all. No one else could be seen; despite Tobas’s presence, Alorria was not there. Voices rose from below.
“... the dagger,” an unfamiliar voice said, “it must be that dagger she carries that’s stopping all our spells.”
“I don’t think there’s much doubt of that,” replied Telurinon. “Which leaves us with the question of where the dagger came from, and what it is, and how this thief obtained it.”
“We’ve been using the Spell of Omniscient Vision,” Mereth’s voice said. “We’ve managed to follow her back for a few months, though it’s very difficult, the way she’s constantly moved around and never lived in the same place for more than a few sixnights. She’s always had that dagger, as far back as we’ve gone. She always had that embroidered tunic and black skirt, and a few other things, as well—I’ve made a list—are you sure it’s the dagger?”
A chorus of voices replied, all in the affirmative. Lady Sarai cleared her throat.
Noone heard her, as Telurinon said, “I’m sure you’ve all seen the significance of the fact that this woman’s magic appears to reside in a dagger...”
“Ahem,” Lady Sarai said loudly. She really did not want to be accused of spying on wizards. Several eyes turned toward her, and someone shrieked. “Excuse me,” Lady Sarai said, trying very hard to stay calm, “but Kelder and I have just learned something that we thought might be of use.”
Guildmaster Telurinon stepped forward from the corner where he had been standing, and glared up at the new arrivals.
“Lady Sarai,” he said, “what is the meaning of this intrusion? Surely, despite your display the other day at the Cap and Dagger, you know better than to enter uninvited into the private councils of the Wizards’ Guild!”
Lady Sarai glared back. “And surely you, sir, know better than to leave the doors unlocked and unwarded when conducting private councils! Therefore, this could hardly have been such a council, or else neither of us would have made such a foolish mistake!”
Mereth giggled nervously; Tobas threw her a warning glance. “The doors of this house are locked and warded, my lady, and you are here only because the door was opened for you,” Telurinon replied. “Still, I see your point and concede that you have not forfeited your life.”