Artesans of Albia: 01 - King's Envoy (47 page)

“Do you suspect him of harming the Major?” Taran was surprised. “He’s supposed to be an ally.”

Bull huffed. “He is supposed to be an ally, although it wasn’t his personal choice. I’ll tell you the tale one day. But I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again—demons are devious. Marik’s never really been useful except as a host, and you’ve seen how interminable his banquets can be. Sully always said he’d show his worth one day but I’ve never held my breath.”

Taran shrugged. “Well, if he had anything to do with this, he’s hidden himself away. Robin and I could only find traces of a couple of people at the mansion. It was virtually deserted.”

Bull glanced at the silent Captain. “If that’s the case, we should still be able to read the substrate, pick up a clue. Failing that, we’ll just have to scout the countryside to see if we can sense where they went.” He turned to Cal, who was riding protectively close to Rienne. “Cal, my lad, you’re going to have to be very alert on this trip. What are the chances of you learning how to shield Rienne? You’re likely to be quickest in her defense if there’s any trouble. What do you think, Taran?”

“I’ll learn it,” said Cal before Taran could reply. Rienne smiled.

“You can leave group shielding to us,” continued Bull. “We’ll call on you if we need you. Fair enough?”

“Fine by me,” said Cal. “Rienne’s never been through the Veils before. She’s a bit nervous.”

Rienne chuckled. “I’m sure the four of you will be able to protect me.”

“Seriously, though,” said Robin, coming suddenly out of his preoccupation, “we’ll all have to shield Rienne when we pass through the Veils. If Bull’s right and she is an empath, it might affect her. Especially as she has no idea how to shield.”

Rienne frowned. “Empath? What’s that?”

Bull tried to explain and as he did so, the healer’s face cleared.

“I think I know what you mean,” she said. “When Sullyan and I were talking about her past, I could see in my mind some of the things she was telling me. At the time I thought it was because I’d had too much to drink, or that Sullyan was a very good storyteller. But I seemed to be able to feel what she was feeling, almost taste and smell what was going on around her, if you understand me. And I really did ‘see’ her run out in front of Blaine to fend off the attackers. Does that sound right?”

“It does,” agreed Robin. “Empaths are often receptive to an Artesan’s mind, especially a powerful one like the Major’s. They’re also often highly attuned to the emotions and feelings of ungifted people, picking up on the slightest change of mood.”

He turned to Taran and Cal. “That would explain why Rienne got those nightmares instead of me. They’ve already been linked and if she’s injured, Sullyan would find it much easier to reach Rienne in her sleep than to communicate with me while awake.” He sobered. “So at least we now know one thing. The Major was definitely alive a couple of days ago. Rienne, please let us know immediately if you feel any more contact with her, or if you get any sudden, unexplained hunches as to where she might be. Even the vaguest sensation might be important.”

Rienne nodded, a worried look in her soft gray eyes.

Robin led them to the stream where they had crossed through the Veils before. The day was chilly and overcast, there were no wading birds or bright fish flashing through the steely water. They reined in along the bank and dismounted, pulling their cloaks tightly around them. Robin glanced at Bull, who said mildly, “This is your show, lad. Do it your way.”

The Captain nodded gratefully and turned to Taran. “Will you form the structure for us again? I’ll go through first and scout the area, Bull will follow me, then Rienne and Cal can come through together. You can collapse the structure behind you. Everyone agree?”

They nodded and Taran went to work, feeling Rienne’s eyes on him as he formed the tunnel. She had never been allowed to watch anything like this before; Taran had always been careful of her safety. He doubted she could see the structure as clearly as the others, but he thought it likely she would sense it on her skin. As if confirming this, she gave a gasp as the tunnel blossomed beyond the Veils.

Robin led his horse through, naked sword in hand. He seemed to dwindle and fade as he progressed, but once he emerged from the other end, his substance returned. The same thing happened to Bull and then it was Rienne’s turn.

Cal took her by the arm and led her through the clinging fog of the Veils. Taran could see her staring in awe but the shield they were holding around her protected her from harm. The sensation must be odd, he thought, disorienting, and he could see she was relieved when it was over. She and Cal emerged beside Robin and Bull, and Taran led his horse out to join them.

They rode on, Rienne taking in the terrain with interest. It wasn’t so different from Albia’s, although Taran did hear her asking Robin if he knew what medicinal herbs grew here. He smiled to himself; she would be wondering whether any of them could be useful. The terrain might not be so different, he thought, but the weather certainly was, it was colder with a hint of frost. They would all be glad of their heavy woollen cloaks.

Robin led them at a hand canter for most of that gray day with only a brief stop for food, bodily needs, and to rest the horses. None of them saw any sign of the land’s inhabitants; it was all as it had been the first time they had come. Occasionally, Robin would ask Bull and Taran to take care of the shielding while he closed his eyes, trying to pick up even the faintest trace of Sullyan. He always met with failure, becoming more depressed with each attempt. Taran knew Rienne longed to comfort him.

Camp that night was made in a stand of trees that sheltered a soft carpet of old leaves on the ground among their peeling trunks. Once the horses had been seen to and a hot meal eaten, Bull proposed they try a Powersink. He asked Rienne to take a turn on watch while they were occupied and she agreed, although Taran could see she didn’t feel confident.

Bull reassured her. “Just let yourself be open to any feelings of danger,” he said. “Keep your eyes peeled and if there’s anything you don’t like the look of, don’t hesitate to rouse us. This shouldn’t take long. It’ll either work or it won’t.”

As Rienne walked to the edge of the trees, Taran guided Cal through the principle of the Powersink. He was quick to pick it up and Taran praised him. “I wouldn’t be at all surprised if you came out of this an Apprentice-elite,” he said. Cal smiled with pride, he’d been working all afternoon on the shielding technique and was learning fast.

This Powersink was vastly different to the first one Taran had participated in. The absence of a Master-elite’s strength—even if only half of it had been available to him—made this one a much less powerful and heady experience. However, two Adepts-elite, one Adept and an experienced Apprentice could wield considerable strength. Robin was confident as the power was surrendered to his control and he used it to fling a wide net of awareness toward the mansion.

After only a few minutes, he turned away in disgust. The place was as deserted as the last time they had looked. Only two or three people—probably guards—remained within; everyone else was gone.

Puzzled, he widened the field of search, but as he had no specific direction to work with, he was questing in the dark. Deflated, dispirited and depressed, he eventually relinquished the Powersink.

Taran watched in sympathy as the young Captain lowered his face to his hands. Bull stood and leaned over, patting Robin’s shoulder. “Come on, lad,” he encouraged, “let’s not have the wake before the bloody funeral. We’ve only just started looking. There’s plenty we can do yet.”

Robin nodded, only marginally cheered. Bull then walked through the trees to relieve Rienne, who made her way back to the campfire. She crossed immediately to the despondent Captain, accepting a mug of fellan from Cal as she passed.

Sitting down by Robin, she murmured, “I’m sure she’s still alive.”

Robin raised a haggard face, his eyes red. “I wish I could believe that.”

“But you’re so close to her, don’t you think you’d have felt it if she had … died?” Rienne was plainly reluctant to say or even think the word.

Robin’s hands twisted together in pain. “Yes, I’m sure I would. So if she’s alive, why can’t I sense her presence?”

Rienne had no answer and could only offer her hand on his arm for comfort.

“Could she have crossed to another realm?” asked Cal.

Robin shook his head. “Why would she? And I’d still be able to link with her. I’d still be able to pick up her trail, especially with all of us in concert. No, there’s some other explanation, though I dread to think what it is.”

Bull came back through the trees. “The mansion’s still our best bet,” he said. “With the speed we’ve made today, we should be able to reach it by midday tomorrow. We’ll gain entry—by whatever means necessary—and do a thorough search. If we read the substrate from inside, either in the rooms we used or maybe the council chamber, I’m sure we’ll pick up some clues. Meanwhile, we need to set watches. There’s nothing moving around right now but I’d feel safer if we did. Cal, will you take first watch?” The young man nodded. “Then you, Taran, then me. Robin, will you take the early turn?”

The Captain nodded and Taran realized that Bull had assigned him the watch usually taken by Sullyan. He doubted Robin took any comfort from it, though.

Morning dawned bright, the previous day’s cloud cover having been blown away by a breeze. As he struggled from his blankets, Taran thought it would get colder as the day progressed. He was thankful for the hot breakfast Rienne made; it would help warm bodies not used to sleeping on the ground. He did his share of the camp duties and they were cantering on their way again only one hour after dawn.

Soon, he spotted the small range of hills that had sheltered them after Bull had been shot. Now they were in sight of their first goal. Robin led them on warily, aware that despite what they had seen on their search, there might still be raiders or members of Marik’s court in the hills. Cautiously, they approached the rise before the mansion plain. Once they crested it, nearly an hour later, they could look down on the building.

Even from this distance, it was clear to Taran that all was not well. The shanty town that had clung to the mansion’s walls like fungus on a dead tree was completely deserted. Half-demolished, there was evidence of fire and hasty evacuation. Robin pointed out that Marik’s standard was missing from the flagpole on the topmost turret. It had been flying when they left; now, it was empty. He glanced at Bull.

“At least the lack of people should make getting in easier,” he said. “What do you think? The frontal approach or sneak in around the back?”

Bull thought for a minute. “It can’t be a trap,” he said, “we know there are few guards. There are enough of us to provide a solid shield if anyone decides to try a shot, so I’m inclined to use the front door. Much quicker. We could spend hours finding the back way. Any other suggestions?”

“As long as we keep Rienne out of the way until it’s safe,” said Cal.

“Of course. She can wait in the trees over there where she can see the gate, and we can signal when we’re in.”

Rienne wasn’t happy about being left on her own, but she knew her skills were no use in this situation. She knew nothing about fighting; only the damage weapons could cause. She agreed to the plan.