'I'm sure he reasoned that if no one knows we're going,' said Tamlin, 'no one can ambush us, and he's right, so we'll go. Anything to put an end to this unpleasantness and get things back to normal.'
'All right, I agree,' said Talbot. He grinned. 'Of course, if she still wants to be contrary, our sister may insist on staying home this time around.'
Tazi threw a slice of bread at him.
As there was little of consequence left to say, Tamlin and Tal took their leave of Wyla shortly thereafter. The factor started to struggle up from her chair, and Tazi put her hand on the o.ther woman's arm. 'You're more than welcome to stay and rest for a while,' she said. 'You seem tired.'
'No,' said Wyla, lurching upright. 'I must go. I have matters I must attend to.'
Thazienne smiled. 'Are you worried about what Magnus and Chade might be doing, or not doing, during your absence?'
For a split second, Wyla looked blank, then said, 'Magnus and Chade, yes, exactly! Excuse me, Mistress, please.' She turned and hurried away as quickly as her uneven gait would allow.
Tazi shook her head. Talbot was right, things did seem strange. Father's summons. Jester throwing a fit And Wyla's manner as well. Why was she so ill at ease, and why, when the two of them were alone, had she called the noblewoman 'Mistress' instead of 'Tazi' as she normally would?
Abruptly feeling impatient with herself, Thazienne snorted her misgivings away. Father desired secrecy, the cat craved a mate, Wyla was ill as well as upset over the troubles that had overtaken her employer's House, and none of it was anything to fret over. The important thing was that Father and Mother were alive and well and evidently had conceived a strategy to unmask and defeat the unknown enemy.
Tazi stuffed a piece of apple in her mouth and filled a cup with warm, spiced wine.
Chapter 19
Then Nuldrevyn and Ossian reached Marance's shadowy suite, the wizard was lounging on a velvet-cushioned farthingale chair. Bileworm was limping about the room in a fantastic, frenetic manner, lengthening, shortening, and altering the form of one leg from moment to moment.
Nuldrevyn viewed the wizard and his familiar with the usual mix of hope and anxiety. 'Ossian says you want to see me,' the old man said. 'I trust it's important. You've called me away from a conference with the fellow who runs our most profitable marble quarry.'
'Then I apologize,' said Marance, rising, staff in hand, from his chair. 'But I also promise you won't be sorry you came.'
'From that,' said Nuldrevyn, 'I take it you're finally ready to share the details of your new scheme.'
'I am indeed,' said Marance, his white eyes shining in the gloom. 'Please, sit down and be comfortable.' He waved his kinsmen to the cluster of chairs where they'd sat and palavered before.
Nuldrevyn kept an eye on Bileworm as he seated himself, making sure the spirit couldn't pop out and surprise him. The familiar leered at the nobleman, and just for an instant, stretched and twisted himself into a sinusoidal form suggestive of a snake. Nuldrevyn went rigid but managed to avoid flinching outright.
The old man scowled and returned his attention to Marance. 'All right,' he said, 'tell us.'
'Of course,' the wizard said. 'I hit on this plan by pondering what went amiss with the previous ones. How did the Uskevren cubs escape? By outfighting me? No. By running away. So this time, I intend to deny them the opportunity.'
'Didn't you already try to do that,' Nuldrevyn asked, 'by placing a barrier of ice behind the heir, and stationing some of your conjured creatures at the door in the rear of the Wide Realms?'
Marance's lips quirked upward. 'In point of fact, yes. But in the former case, I didn't reckon on Master Selwick being such an accomplished wizard, and in the latter, I didn't anticipate Thamalon's allegedly invalid daughter turning up and fighting like a lioness. This time, nothing will go wrong. I'm going to trap our prey in the center of the High Bridge. With our forces sweeping in from both sides to catch them by surprise, and other warriors sealing off each end of the bridge just in case the Uskevren should somehow get past the first lot, it's inconceivable that the youngsters will survive.'
Nuldrevyn nodded, envisioning the snare. 'It is an interesting idea,' he conceded. 'Once in a while, you hear of someone diving off the High Bridge and surviving, but never in winter with the river so icy cold. However, the scheme only works if you have a way of luring the Uskevren to the killing ground at the right time.'
'That's already taken care of,' said Marance.
'I deserve most of the credit,' said Bileworm in a husky contralto voice. His body shortened and thickened until it became the silhouette of a stocky woman with a long ponytail, except that his wide, gray, fanged grin split the inky shadow-stuff of the face. 'Master said it would be easy, but it wasn't. Since I failed to catch Wyla's memories, I didn't get the limp right, and my presence drove a cat wild. But still, I convinced everyone! I should be acting in the Wide Realms myself!'
'What Bileworm is trying to explain,' Marance said dryly, 'is that cloaked in the flesh of a trusted family friend, he persuaded the Uskevren to come alone to a tavern at the center of the bridge for what they believe will be a secret meeting with their missing parents at midnight.'
'Not bad,' Nuldrevyn said, 'but what about the guardhouses on the bridge? There are some, you know.'
'Only a couple,' the wizard said. 'I wish I still had some sleep dust left, but I fancy that even without it, I can quietly eliminate the sentries in advance.'
'It's a good plan,' said Ossian hesitantly, 'but you alluded to 'warriors.' I hope you didn't mean the bravos I obtained for you, because most of them are wounded, slain, or have decided your service is too dangerous and decamped. I doubt I could find you another such group by tonight.'
'You needn't bother trying,' said Marance. 'I don't want you to think I'm unappreciative of your efforts, nephew, because I'm not, but I am tired of trying to work with the scrapings of Selgaunt's gutters. If any of those clods had known how to aim a crossbow, or had possessed the modicum of nerve necessary to fight alongside conjured creatures that I had explained were magically constrained from harming them, our campaign would be farther advanced than it is.'
'So you're simply going to rely on your summoned beasts?' Nuldrevyn asked.
'No,' said Marance. 'If you recall, I explained why that isn't a sound idea. Actually, I'll require a number of your household guards, and I'd like to enlist the aid of one of your wizards as well. A nice brace of destructive spells, blazing unexpectedly out of the dark from either side, may well slay the Uskevren before they even have a chance to reach for their swords.'
Nuldrevyn's throat abrupt felt thick with anxiety, but he realized that this time, he had to stand up to his brother. 'Marance, we discussed that, too. We agreed that using our own soldiers would constitute an unacceptable risk.'
'Circumstances change,' Marance replied. 'Perspectives change. It's now clear to me that we must take the chance to assure our victory, and really, if we instruct our retainers not to flaunt the Talendar black and crimson, it's extremely unlikely that anyone will recognize them in the dead of night.'
Nuldrevyn shook his head. 'I'm not convinced of that.'
'My poor brother. I recall when you would not only have endorsed this scheme, you would have demanded to stand in the vanguard and butcher an Uskevren or two with your own hand. Have the years diminished you so much?'
'I don't feel diminished,' Nuldrevyn replied, 'but as you observed, perspectives change. When we were young, I thought only of what could be won. Now, I understand what must be preserved.'
Marance cocked his head. 'I don't understand.'
'If we exterminate the Uskevren,' Nuldrevyn replied, 'it will give us satisfaction. In the long run, it may also enrich our House. Yet suppose we fail or even succeed, but are unmasked in the process. What happens if everyone discovers that it's the Talendar who attempted to assassinate Thamalon's children, creating mayhem and terror in public places, and trafficking with-forgive me- the powers of darkness?'
'Then you brazen it out,' Marance said, 'and spread a few bribes around as needed.'
'That might work,' Nuldrevyn said, 'and it might not. We have other enemies besides the Uskevren, foes
