All the Paths of Shadow

sidewalk, and she put herself square in his path.

He stopped, his bearded Eryan face breaking into a wide grin.

“You’re being followed,” said Meralda, before he could speak. She caught his elbow and guided him off the sidewalk and into the doorway of a cigar shop.

“Really? What an amazing day I’m having. By whom?”

“Loman. And mages Shingvere and Fromarch. They’re even sharing a cab.”

Donchen sighed and rubbed his face. His hand passed through the specter of his beard. “Marvelous. Do you think our spell casting friend has spotted them yet? He’s trying to transport a rather large spell, by the way. Where to, I have no idea.”

“I know.” Meralda wished Donchen was wearing his own face. “It’s aimed at the Tower. I’ll know more once it’s latched. But for now, I need to keep Fromarch and Shingvere as far away from the Vonats as possible. They’ll detect it, too, and there’s no telling what they might do.”

“Something involving a massive explosion, I surmise.” Donchen put a finger to his chin. “I don’t think anyone has seen me. Shall I go on ahead, see what I can see?”

Meralda nodded. “Go. I’ll turn the mages around. But do be careful, won’t you?”

“I am a ghost,” said Donchen, with a smile. “As such, I have little to fear.”

And he sauntered out of the doorway, and vanished into the crowd.

Meralda resisted an urge to watch him go. “Your shoes,” she called, not knowing if he heard, or understood.

Then she whirled and made her way up the street in the opposite direction, darting to the edge of the sidewalk so she could see oncoming cabs well before they passed.

“We almost ran you over,” growled Fromarch.

“What you almost did was ride headlong into a Vonat spell,” said Meralda, forcing herself to keep her voice lowered to whisper. “And you waving the Infinite Latch around! What do you think might have happened if the Vonat had decided to hurl something your way?”

“We’d have ruined a room or two, what with all those stinking Vonat ashes,” said Shingvere, waggling a finger at Meralda. “We’re hardly first years, you know. I have done a bit of magic in my time.”

Meralda hushed him with a furious gesture. All around them, bemused diners looked on, forks paused in mid- raise, ears turned and listening.

Loman, the elderly Hang wizard, laughed to himself as he tried to wrap Phendelit noodles around his fork.

“You still haven’t told me what the three of you were out doing,” said Meralda.

“We’re just three old men, out enjoying a cab ride,” said Fromarch. “Isn’t that right?”

“Nonsense.” Meralda glared. Loman met her gaze and winked. “Why were you following Donchen?”

“Who?”

“Never met the man.”

“Donchen is dead,” said Loman, in perfect New Kingdom. “How does one follow a ghost?”

“You’re insufferable, the lot of you!” Meralda pushed back her chair and rose. “Do I have your words, as gentlemen and scholars, that you will take a cab back home and stay there? Please?”

Fromarch exchanged shrugs with Shingvere. “Fine. We’ve got a bit of beer to drink, as I recall.”

“We certainly do.”

Loman nodded owlishly. “I myself enjoy the occasional fermented beverage.”

Meralda glared, turned, and stalked out of the diner.

Fromarch let the door slam shut before speaking.

“How did she know?”

“Search me,” said Shingvere. “I was sure she was holed up in the laboratory.”

“She is a very clever young woman,” said Loman. “Do you often see crows inside your eateries?”

Fromarch frowned. “Never.”

“My old eyes,” replied Loman. “So, shall we do as your mage bids, and go home?”

“Eventually,” said Shingvere. “Eventually.”

Fromarch grinned and waved to the waiter for a check.

Chapter Fifteen

Meralda made her way back to the weather-beaten door on Hopping Way, put her key in the lock, and stepped through the door and into the dark narrow space between shelves in the back of the laboratory.

Traffic noise followed her until she closed the door.

“Mistress!” cried Mug. “Quick! Donchen is up to something.”

Meralda darted out the aisle, dodging treasures as she ran.

Mug followed her progress with a single eye while he kept the other twenty-eight trained on the mirror. Inside the glass, Donchen sat on a bench at a trolley stop and read the Times.

Meralda leaned on her desk and tried to catch her breath.

“He’s reading the paper,” she said.

“Wait.”

Donchen turned the page.

A bright yellow butterfly fluttered from the paper and flew quickly up and away, beyond the view of the mirror.

“That happens every time he turns the page.” Mug waved his fronds. “Tower claims the butterflies are hidden by the same spell that made him invisible.”

“The insects are massing around the building occupied by the spell caster,” said the Tower. Its voice was muted and distant.

“Can you tell what they’re meant to do?”

The Tower did not reply.

“Guess that’s a no, mistress,” said Mug. “That cab almost ran you down, by the way.”

“So I’m told.” Meralda pulled back her chair and sank wearily into it. “So our ghost is also a magician, if not a mage himself.”

“Cook, mage, spy, ghost-when does the man sleep?”

Meralda picked up her pencil and idly began to doodle tiny Towers on a page of shadow latch calculations.

“The Vonats are up to something, Mug.”

“Do tell.” The dandyleaf plant turned a half dozen eyes toward Meralda. “Wait, did you see something, out there?”

Meralda shook her head no. I didn’t see a thing, she thought. But an awful suspicion was blooming, and with it anger. “They’re trying to latch something to the Tower.” She added the tethers and the curseworks to her drawing. “Why do you think they’d pick the Tower, of all things? Why not the palace? Why not the Gold Room itself?”

Mug shrugged.

“Because they know about my shadow moving spell,” said Meralda. “My spell. We know someone hid spells in the palace. Which means someone has been listening. In fact-Sir Ricard. I’d bet a purse of Vonat gold doubloons he’s been waiting for weeks to give Yvin that ridiculous idea about moving the Tower’s shadow.”

Mug went still.

“Mistress.”

“Yes. I think so. I think the spell they’re latching to the Tower is intended to do something awful at the opening ceremony of the Accords. I think the Vonat are working with that small group of Hang Donchen mentioned. I think they want to wreck any chance of the Hang joining the Realms peacefully, and I think they plan to blame the whole thing on me.”