“You have it in your power to do away with abominable spells like that,” she said gently. “If you do as I ask, you can do away with all spells.”
Karl glanced at the antechamber window. “That will do away with all that, too,” he said, nodding at the bright blue sky the window framed. “Eternal spring in the middle of winter. Sunlight on the darkest day.” He paused, then looked back at her. “And Healers?”
Mother Northwind hesitated. “I hope not,” she said at last. “Soft magic is not part of the Keys or the Barriers. I do not believe that it will be affected. Not, at least, to the same extent.”
Karl studied her. “Meaning you will still have the power to twist men’s minds to do your will.”
Why deny it? “I believe that I will,” she said. “But I will use the power judiciously.”
“Will you?” Karl said. “Or are you asking me to throw over one Mageborn-led tyranny for another?”
“No!” Mother Northwind said sharply. “I want only to remove the MageLords from power. Not seize it myself.”
“Except when, in your judicious opinion, it needs to be seized.”
Mother Northwind studied the Prince with new respect. Karl had always been, in her mind, simply the tool she had forged to bring down the MageLords. Falk had always dismissed him as a feckless, immature boy with little interest in politics or anything beyond his own comfort and amusement. But that was not the Prince who stood before her now, nor the Prince who had stood up to Falk at the dinner a few nights before.
Well, she thought dryly, having someone try to kill you, rebels capture you, and a platoon of guards violently rescue you is probably a very effective program for growing up in a hurry. “I do not seek to rule,” she said again.
“Then who will, Mother Northwind? When you throw down all this,” his gesture took in the Palace, the Lesser Barrier, the Kingdom as a whole, “What will replace it?”
“Commoners,” Mother Northwind said. “Rule by the common people.”
“And are the common people ready to rule?” Karl said softly. “Or are you simply paving the way for chaos?”
Mother Northwind felt the first stirrings of real anger. Enough was enough. “The Kingdom is corrupt. The MageLords are brutal tyrants. They oppress and exploit the Commoners, and massacre the Minik at will, as though they were nothing but animals. Chaos would be preferable!”
Prince Karl studied her for a long moment. “I’ll think about it,” he said at last. “I’ll think long and hard about whether I want to help you or not.”
“Think about it?” Fury suddenly roared through her veins. After all these years…! “You’re my creation,” she snarled. “I changed you in the womb to make you what you are. You will do what I wish!” She got to her feet and stepped toward him. “Or-”
“Or what?” Karl said coldly, not moving. “You’ll twist my mind?” He suddenly stood and took a step toward her, within easy reach. “I’m the Magebane, if you tell the truth,” he said. “Care to try it?” He held out his hand.
Mother Northwind reached for it-then snatched it back. SkyMage! she thought, and that was an oath she rarely used.
She was ashamed to admit it, but she had never realized until that moment that she could no more influence the Magebane than Falk could slay him with magic. If she reached inside his mind, would she reach inside her own, instead? If she tried to twist him, would she instead twist herself… into madness?
Karl drew his hand back. “I said I will think about your request to help bring down the MageLords,” he said, voice calm. “And I will also think about the fact that you ‘changed me in the womb.’ ” His voice dropped to an intense whisper. “Whose womb was that, Mother Northwind? And what became of its owner? What became of my mother?”
Mother Northwind remembered a stormy night, a woman in pain, blood, the cry of a healthy baby boy… the woman begging to hold the child… a soothing hand on the woman’s brow…
… labored breathing that slowed, stopped…
It had to be done, Mother Northwind thought. It had to be!
But now, faced with that babe grown to a man, forged by her own efforts into someone she could not manipulate as she had manipulated so many others over the years, she was helpless before the memory. “She died when you were born.”
“You murdered her,” Karl said flatly. “As you murdered the Queen, Brenna’s mother… and how many others? How many others have you killed or caused to be killed so that your great Plan could go forward, so you could overthrow the MageLords. In what way does that make you better than them? ”
Mother Northwind trembled with rage. She wouldn’t stand there any longer, to be lectured and accused by this beardless boy who owed his very existence to her. She had wrestled with and made her choices long ago, and she stood by them. “Those I have slain were few, those I have saved are many,” she grated. “The MageLords have slain tens of thousands, here and before this Kingdom was established. If Falk has his way-and if you will not help me, and my plans crumble to dust, then he most assuredly will-thousands more will die in the war that will erupt when he brings down the Great Barrier.
“So. Take your time, Prince Karl. Make your own calculations. Decide your own level of acceptable sacrifice. I have worked my whole life to give you that power and put you where you could use it. You once thought you would be King, and wield great power. Now you know you never will… but you have more power than you would ever have had as King.
“Whatever choice you make you will have to justify to yourself.. . as I have justified mine.”
Without another word, she turned, hobbled to the door, and let herself out.
He’ll do as I ask, she thought as she made her painful way down the hallway. He has to.
But in her heart she knew that he really had to do nothing of the kind… and that the plan she had worked so long to bring to the edge of fruition now depended entirely on another.
I created him, she thought, but I had no part in molding him, and now, like a mother who gave up her son for adoption at birth and is now destitute, I have come back to him begging for his help.
Suddenly feeling very old and very alone, Mother Northwind made her way back to her empty rooms.
Karl stared at the closed door, his body still, but his mind in turmoil.
He believed Mother Northwind; how could he not, when he had seen magic literally bounce off him and rebound on its wielder, twice, and when what she had told him so well explained the strange ability he had been aware of since childhood. And he would gladly believe he was not the Heir, that King Kravon was not his father… though he still had memories, from when he was little, of Kravon showing him affection, and of loving the strange man he saw only on rare occasions.
His real father, his real mother, he would never know. Mother Northwind had chosen them as nothing more than a… a breeding pair. She needed an infant she could substitute for the true Heir at birth, an unborn child she could mold into the Magebane, and it could have been anyone… it just happened to be him.
She stole my parents from me, Karl thought coldly. She stole my childhood. She cares nothing about me; I’m just a sword to wield against the MageLords.
But she had also left him with nothing else to be. He was not the Heir, and Falk had always known it. He would never be King, and Falk might well kill him once he was no longer needed.
And Teran, the bodyguard I thought was also my friend, will help him, he snarled silently, remembering what Mother Northwind had said about him.
I could flee, he thought. Flee through the Lesser Barrier, just walk right through it and disappear into the Commons…
… bringing down the wrath of Falk once more on the city of New Cabora, he realized sickly.
How many innocent people would suffer then because of him?
Suddenly Karl couldn’t stand still any longer. He turned and strode back into his bedroom, dressed in a hurry, and went out, Teran leaping to attention and following him as he passed through the hallways of the Palace almost at a run.
At the top of the Palace steps, Karl paused, staring down at the ornamental gardens, the statue of Queen Castilla, the lake, and the Barrier, and beyond the lake at the snow-choked, smoky city of New Cabora.
“I’m going across the lake,” Karl said to Teran, without looking at him, as the bodyguard caught up to him. “To the place where I like to swim.”
“Your Highness? Where the assassin-”
