The Magician’s Apprentice

smiled with embarrassed gratitude as Kachiro pressed the bag into his hands. “Now, there is something I want to show you.” Kachiro looked up at Stara. “I’m afraid you would not find it interesting, Stara dear,” he said apologetically.

She smiled. “Then I will return to my room, if you wish.”

He nodded.

“Thank you for showing interest in my maps,” Chavori said, looking at her a little plaintively. “I hope you were not bored.”

“No, not at all,” she assured him. “They were fascinating. I look forward to seeing more on our walls, and hearing how they are made.”

He beamed at her. Smiling, she turned away and walked out of the room. A moment later, Vora slipped out of a side corridor and fell into step behind her.

“How was our guest, mistress?”

“Surprisingly pleasant company.” Stara chuckled. “An intelligent man, though a little awkward socially. He will grow out of that in time, I expect.”

Vora hummed non-committally. They reached Stara’s room, and the slave closed the door.

“So, mistress, do you think he’s the sort of man who would admit to being the father of your child, if bribed or blackmailed?”

Stara laughed ruefully. “As subtle as ever, Vora. Yes, he would,” she said. “Whether at the threat of being discredited, or the temptation of having his work funded, he would do it. Don’t worry. I am not going to fall in love with him.”

“That is good. Though . . .” The slave frowned.

“What is it?”

Vora looked up at Stara and her eyes narrowed in thought. “The reason for you remaining childless may have been removed.”

Stara felt her heart stop for a moment, then start racing. “Nachira? You heard news? Is she...is she dead?”

Vora smiled and shook her head. “No.”

Sighing with relief, Stara sat down on the bed. “Then what?” As a possibility occurred to her she felt a thrill of excitement. “Is she pregnant?”

“Not as far as I know.” Vora chuckled.

“Then what?” Stara scowled at the slave. “Stop playing with me! This is serious!”

Vora paused, her gaze becoming thoughtful and, to Stara’s alarm, wary. Then she sighed. “Nachira has vanished. Either left or been taken from your father’s house.”

Stara stared at the old woman. “I see. You don’t appear as alarmed by that as you should be.”

“I am,” Vora assured her.

“No. You’re not.” Stara rose and moved to stand in front of the slave. “What aren’t you telling me?”

A hint of fear entered Vora’s eyes. “Do you trust me, mistress?”

Stara frowned. Do I? She nodded. “Yes, but there are limits, Vora.”

The slave nodded, then looked down. “There are some things I have learned through... through new connections with your husband’s slaves... that I cannot tell you because if I do, and your mind is read by your husband or your father, people will die. People who do good things. People they’ve helped, like Nachira.” She looked up at Stara. “All I can tell you is that Nachira is safe.”

Stara searched the woman’s gaze, which did not waver. Do I trust her enough to accept this? she asked herself. I believe she loves and is loyal to Ikaro, and therefore Nachira. I’m not as sure she loves me as much, but it would be reasonable if she didn’t since she does not know me as well. Yet I think she would try to avoid choosing between us. Which might mean keeping information from me.

I could try reading her mind. But I don’t want to do that to her. And is it worth the risk of endangering Nachira just to find out what happened to her?

“She had better be safe,” Stara said. “And as soon as you can tell me where she is, I expect you to do so.”

Vora’s eyes filled with tears, but she blinked them away quickly. “I will. I promise. Thank you, mistress.”

“Does Ikaro know yet?”

“That would be impossible. She only disappeared last night. No messenger could have got the news to him so fast, even if he knew where in Kyralia Ikaro was.”

Stara moved back to the bed and lay down. “Poor Ikaro. I hope he is all right.”

“I too,” Vora assured her. “I too.”

CHAPTER 39

Who would have thought that horses could turn out to be so vital to the survival of the army? Dakon thought.

Thinking back, he remembered the discussion among the leaders, prior to battle, about whether to leave magicians with the horses or not. All had agreed that they needed as much of their magical strength engaged in fighting the Sachakans as possible. It would be no consolation to have saved their horses, if Kyralia was lost to the Sachakans because of it.

Leaving the apprentices in the protection of one magician had been a risk, too, Dakon thought. But at least they have a little magic of their own, their wits, and the ability to tell us if they’re being attacked.

According to the servants who had been tending to the horses, only a handful of Sachakans had attacked them. It took only a few to wreak so much havoc. Fortunately, the Sachakans had set out to steal the mounts, not kill them. They could have slaughtered them quickly, but instead each had taken one horse, then gathered up the reins of as many others as possible, and left.

Once the servants had realised what the enemy’s intentions were, they had bravely emerged from hiding to untie and cut lead ropes, setting horses free and encouraging them to run away. Then, when the Sachakans had left, the servants had rounded up the scattered mounts as best they could.

I hope the king rewards them for their courage and quick thinking, Dakon thought. Nobody thought to tell them what to do if they were attacked. They acted all on their own.

None of the magicians knew the horses had been taken until they tried to retreat. Sabin had restricted the blood gem rings he’d made to the leaders of each team, saying too many minds connected to his was too distracting. He hadn’t given one to Jayan, for the same reason.

As the army had retreated, the Sachakans had followed. Having to wait until horses were rounded up delayed their escape. Several more Kyralians had died when the magician protecting them ran out of magic. Eventually fewer than ten magicians had been left with the burden of protecting the entire army. The enemy continued to attack and pursued the Kyralian army step for step.

They were determined to press their advantage. But they should not have had the advantage. Their numbers were smaller, even with the addition of new allies. They should not have had enough opportunities to regain the strength they lost in the last battle.

But they had. With more slaves to draw strength from than the apprentices and servants the Kyralians relied upon, plus the lives of those killed in villages and towns, the Sachakans had managed to fend off the attack and chase their attackers all the way to Coldbridge, where they broke off the pursuit to hunt down any villagers who hadn’t managed to flee fast enough.

They lost plenty of fighters, though. We lost nearly a third, but they lost more.

Dakon looked up at the road stretching ahead, curving and leading his eye towards the jumble of walls and roofs ahead. Imardin. Kyralia’s capital. I can’t believe they’ve driven us this far.

Abruptly, his horse skittered away from the side of the road. Tightening his grip on the reins, and bracing himself, he glanced back. Nothing. Just crops swaying in the breeze. No strand of curren looking any different from or more dangerous than any other.