what fate awaits those who abuse my trust.'
The Karrnathi ambassador sat down, his face as rigid as that of his skeletal bodyguard. Murmurs rippled through the crowd. The Orb of Dol Azur, Steel said. I wonder if he's with Karrnathi intelligence or the Three Faces of War.
The room fell silent as Sora Katra spoke once more. 'You know where you are. You know why you are here. You know what will happen in the days to come, and the laws you must obey. So now, I ask that you enjoy yourselves. Indulge in the delicacies of our land. In the hours to come, you will hear the drums of the Keroine minotaurs and the pipes of the Suthar satyrs. I had planned to give you a taste of harpy song, but in light of recent events, we have set that aside. We are grateful to you for coming, travelers, and tonight is our gift to you. Enjoy it while you can.'
She raised her arms again, and the sparks of light above her flowed down, surrounding her in a brilliant funnel. They grew brighter and faster, spinning in a radiant tornado. And then they burst, scattering across the chamber and filling the room with light.
Sora Katra had vanished.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The Great Crag Droaam Eyre 18, 998 YK
Thorn's bunk was a blanket set atop a slab of stone. And I was complaining about sleeping on the ground, she thought. I'm already looking forward to the trip back.
'I'll bet I missed a beautiful sunset,' Thorn said. It was a code phrase; 'sunset' let other Lanterns know she was concerned about magical surveillance.
We are not being observed, Steel whispered.
'You're certain?'
One of my primary functions is to sense the use of scrying or other active divinations, Steel told her, sounding slightly annoyed. I've served with thirty-two Dark Lanterns in my time with the Citadel, and I've never been mistaken.
'At least, you've never had a diviner drop by to tell you that you were mistaken.'
I've never had a mission compromised by magical surveillance when the Lantern has listened to my recommendations.
'So-no eyes or ears?'
That is correct.
Thorn had remained at the feast long enough to identify the remaining warlords, then feigned indigestion and asked a guard to escort her back to her quarters. She sat on her bunk, running her thumb along Steel's hilt and studying the envelope left for her at the dinner table.
What are your conclusions so far, Lantern Thorn?
'Let's see. I've just seen a childhood nightmare threaten to trap the soul of anyone who tries to steal from her. And I've been told that she knows who I am and possibly why I'm here. So I don't exactly have a conclusion. I've just been wondering whether Sora Maenya will keep my skull on the mantel or use it as a paperweight.'
Thorn…
'Don't worry,' she said, flipping the dagger in the air and catching it. 'I've been through worse.' She smiled as she spoke. As dangerous as the situation was, she enjoyed the challenge. Considering the problems drove the lingering pain from her mind; the world seemed sharper and clearer.
'So,' she said, 'let's look at what we know. Sora Katra's position is that Droaam is stronger than ever. She says that Droaam isn't a threat to the east unless we turn down their offer, in which case they'll tear the heads off our children and turn us to stone.'
More or less.
'However, we've seen signs that Droaam isn't quite as unified as Katra would have us believe. She didn't explain the harpy attack, but from what we overheard, it was the work of a harpy chieftain in league with another warlord.'
Indeed.
'Four warlords are here at the Crag. The giant Gorodan Ashlord. Zaeurl, the cheerful one-eared elf. The medusa Sheshka. And an unfriendly oni named Tzaryen Rrac. Of these, Zaeurl appears to be in favor, but the other three were mentioned as possible traitors. If one of these warlords is allied with the harpies, he may still plan to murder the delegates. And Sheshka has asked for a private audience with our Lord Beren… which would be a convenient time to add a new statue to her collection.'
Steel wasn't worried. Your escorts brought a harpy prisoner with them. I'd assume the Daughters of Sora Kell now know which of their warlords betrayed them. Besides, protecting the delegates is a job for bodyguards. You have another mission.
'Yes… the one that's likely to end up with my skull on a shelf,' Thorn said. 'And then there's this.' She tapped the envelope with her code name on it.
Presumably it's a threat, Steel said. They expected the delegates to come in the company of spies. They just want to make sure you don't engage in any activities beyond basic espionage.
'Good thing I'm not planning anything else,' Thorn said. 'Let's see what it says.'
The envelope was sealed with a single blob of dark red wax. Thorn pried it off with a fingernail and pulled out a stiff piece of parchment.
'Well, this is an interesting way to send a warning,' she said. 'Whatever it is, I can't read it.'
Let me see it, Steel said.
Thorn laid the note on the bed and passed the knife over it. The sheet was covered with interwoven patterns of lines that seemed more like artwork than language.
It's Draconic, Steel said. One of the oldest languages in existence. I don't know why they'd expect you to be able to read it. And it's not a warning-not an obvious one, at least. It says, 'Nothing lost remains lost forever, not even a bone in an ossuary.'
'Ossuary?'
A receptacle for bones. Often an urn, though the context suggests something larger. A pit, perhaps.
'Of course, that explains everything. They're trying to confuse us to death.' She stood up, pinned back her hair, and picked up Steel, flipping the dagger to set the blade against her wrist. 'I think the tales of Sora Teraza's madness may be more accurate than those of her foresight. Shall we put it to the test?'
Are you planning to change your clothing?
Thorn was still wearing the gown she'd selected for the feast-the most exotic piece of clothing in her shiftweave wardrobe. It was a lovely, deep blue with azure and silver trim, complete with jewelry and a short train-a ridiculous thing to wear sneaking around an enemy fortress.
'You may have a century of experience with scrying, but I'm not letting a dagger make decisions about my wardrobe.'
But-
'The feast is still going on, Steel. From what we've seen, it should be continuing for hours. I've got a plan, but until it comes together, I'd rather be poor Nyrielle Tam, lost in the dark while trying to find her way back to the party, than Dark Lantern Thorn.'
Surprisingly wise, Steel said. But what about your guardian ogre, who's waiting just down the hall to take you back to the party?
'As to that,' Thorn said, 'I thought I'd get help from a little friend.'
Thorn slipped out of her room. Her clothing wasn't quite as useless as it appeared-while her boots were fashionably high and pointed, they retained their sound-dampening enchantments, and her heels made no sound when they struck the stone. An ogre waited just down the hall; her chaperone, ready to escort her wherever she might need to go. As she'd hoped, he had his back to her. There was only one way out from the Brelish quarters, and he was expecting people to come from the other direction. He made no move as she crept soundlessly across
