“So do I,” said Micum. “I don’t regret the killing of either of them, but the thought of those fatherless children…” He kept the rest of his thoughts to himself.

They parted ways at the Temple Precinct, Micum and Alec going back to the inn with Illia’s phial and good news, and Seregil heading for the Dalnan temple to ascertain Thero’s condition.

“What have you done to yourself now?” Valerius asked when he saw Seregil’s sad condition.

“Never mind that. Is Thero all right?”

“See for yourself,” the drysian told him, leading him to a guest room off the library.

To Seregil’s considerable surprise and great relief, he found the wizard sitting up in bed. He was pale as bleached linen, except for the angry red weal on his neck where the needle had struck him, but his eyes were clear and alert as he rasped out, “Illia? Did you get the phial?”

“Yes. Micum has it at the inn. By the Light!” Seregil pulled up another chair and clasped hands with him. “I didn’t know what to expect here.”

Thero gave a rusty chuckle. “Wizards are hard to kill. How else do you think we live to be so old? I’d managed to expel most of the poison from my body by the time Micum brought me here.”

“That nasty-looking black stuff you were coughing up?”

Thero nodded. “Not a pleasant process, but it saved my life. Valerius has been working to restore my strength.”

“With considerable success, I might add,” said Valerius.

“How soon until you’re strong enough for magic? We need you to restore Illia.”

“Fortunately, the ring of protection takes very little effort,” Thero replied. “The symbols do most of the work. I only hope we didn’t just get lucky with Mika because he’s wizard-born.”

“Don’t say that in front of the Cavishes. They’re scared enough as it is. And this might help.” Seregil took Atre’s bone necklace from his tunic and gave it to Thero. “Brader told us Atre always used it to work his magic.”

Thero held it gingerly between two fingers and wrinkled his nose.

“Those are human bones,” said Valerius.

“I thought so,” replied Seregil.

“And strung on human skin.” Thero dropped it onto the coverlet with a look of disgust. “How this whole business didn’t reek of necromancy I can’t imagine. As for that thing-” He gestured at the necklace, clearly loath to touch it again. “It isn’t magic.”

Seregil’s heart sank. “What? But Brader said Atre always used it!”

“He may have, but his magic didn’t come from it. It’s a nasty relic, very old, and clearly a ritual piece, but the only power it might have had was if Atre believed it was magic. If so, it was nothing but his own superstition at work. The power lay in him.”

“That would explain why you didn’t find it with your magic, unless he carried it with him.”

“I suppose so.”

Seregil let out a frustrated growl. “So it won’t help you at all?”

“If anything, the foul aura of the thing would hinder me. From what little I felt from it, it’s been used by hundreds of evil people over a very long period of time.”

Seregil told them what had happened to the bodies after Brader and Atre died.

“Abominations!” the drysian rumbled. “Are the corpses still there?”

“Yes, we locked them in.”

“I’ll deal with them.”

“Can you tell from the necklace where they were from, Thero?” asked Seregil.

The wizard reluctantly rested his hand over it, eyes squeezed shut with the effort, then fell back against the pillows.

“It’s too soon to be doing that!” Valerius scooped the necklace up and tossed it to Seregil.

“It’s all right,” Thero gasped. “They came from somewhere far beyond the Ironheart Mountains, a land I know nothing of. And centuries ago, though I can’t tell how many in my present state.”

“Not Zengati, after all?” asked Alec.

“No.”

Seregil nodded. “In that first play of his we saw, the narrator spoke of ‘eastern mountains’ and black ships. Alec noted it at the time, thinking they were talking about Mycena, which didn’t make any sense. I thought it was just poetic license at the time, but perhaps he was talking about his real homeland.”

“I wouldn’t have guessed them to be foreign, having spoken with them.”

“They were actors, after all, and apparently had plenty of time to learn new ways and accents as they went along. So, how long until you can help Illia?”

“I should be strong enough by tonight.”

“I don’t know about that,” Valerius objected.

“We don’t know how long the elixirs last,” Seregil told him. “It’s already been four days, and for one reason or another the stricken ones we know about don’t last much longer than that. For all we know, the unfixed souls can fade.”

“I’ll be fine,” Thero interjected. “As I said, the protection doesn’t take much strength.”

“Will you be strong enough to do what you did with Mika?”

“All I really did was talk to him, and calm him. I can do that, and Illia knows me. Besides, her body will be right there. She won’t have to find her way.”

Despite the reassurances, a chill went up Seregil’s back at

the thought of opening that bottle. In his mind’s eye he could still see that fluttering gesture Atre had made.

Sometimes they just float away…

Valerius tended Seregil’s shoulder, packing it with a honey-and-herb poultice that relieved some of the pain, then found a clean tunic for him to replace his torn and bloody one.

Seregil went next to the Palace and was admitted to Korathan’s private quarters, where the prince was in the process of dressing for the day’s duties.

Korathan dismissed the valet and sat down with Seregil in the sitting room. “I received your message last night, and locked the city gates. I took you at your word, given the urgency of the messenger. The actors, however, had already fled, and apparently in a great hurry. The City Watch is searching for them, but they may have escaped before the gates were closed.”

“I see. Well, I doubt they had anything to do with the deaths.”

“I assume this all had something to do with the cabals?”

“Yes and no.” Seregil showed him their evidence and explained the night’s events-the revelation of the cause of the sleeping death, their pursuit of Atre and Brader, and the true manner of the mysterious deaths among the cabals and the general populace. He took out the chain with Elani’s ring and brooch, along with the loose emerald, and gave them to the prince. “You have my deepest apologies for unwittingly exposing Queen Elani to such danger. I’ll abide by whatever punishment you think best.”

Korathan took the jewels and shook his head. “You saved her life, and a good many others, from the sound of things. You have my thanks. I’ve a mind to raise you and Alec to a dukedom.”

“I’d consider it a greater reward if you didn’t,” Seregil replied. “We’ll be much more effective at our current rank, if you take my meaning. A dukedom would raise too many questions, and seriously complicate our social lives.”

Korathan smiled. “You’re a curious fellow, cousin, but I

think you and Alec may be two of Skala’s most loyal and useful subjects, after all.”

Seregil blinked in surprise, not at the compliment, but at the familial term; Korathan hadn’t called him “cousin” in a long time. “Thank you. I hope we continue to be for some time.”

Thero arrived at the inn just after sunset, accompanied by Valerius. The wizard didn’t look much better than he had before, but he was on his feet, at least.

Seregil brought them upstairs, where the Cavishes and Alec were anxiously waiting.

Kari went to the wizard and embraced him. “I’m so glad you’re here! But you’re so pale! Are you strong enough?”

Thero smiled down at her. “I am. And I promise you, I will do everything in my power to restore Illia, even if it takes my last ounce of strength.”

“Please, please do!” Elsbet implored, tears glistening in her dark eyes.