Night of The Eye

Guerrand frowned his disapproval. 'You mean break into his villa and search it.'

Esme looked at the mess around her and said archly, 'You didn't seem to mind breaking into my room. Nevertheless, I was also going to suggest you explore the world inside his mirror.'

'Which would you do?'

Esme's thin shoulders raised. 'Considering that Belize is the most powerful mage of our order, it would be safer to take your chances with the Council of Mages.'

'Then I'll search Villa Nova,' said Guerrand. Esme looked surprised but pleased. 'I'll no longer seek the easy road, and I won't have someone else fight my battles,' he added resolutely. 'The mirror is a second option, but I prefer to face what I understand first.'

'We can leave whenever you say,' said Esme, her tone eager. 'Just let me change into more practical clothing first.'

'We?' he asked in disbelief.

'I can't let you go stumbling alone into someone else's traps, can I?'

Guerrand smirked. 'Well, when you put it so nicely…' He dashed through the curtain and into the antechamber. 'I'll meet you outside in two shakes.'

'You're certain both of them are gone?'

The two apprentices passed under the first arch into Belize's villa.

'Lyim told me Belize was going to be away, penning his next work, for more than a fortnight,' Guerrand whispered back. 'I know for sure that Lyim is, uh, doing field work.'

They stepped inside a vast rotunda that was so large they felt like ants. Both apprentices gasped in wonder.

The circular, domed room looked more like a guild hall or temple than a home. Square recesses adorned the inside of the dome, leading to a large, perfectly circular opening at the peak. The floor was cold gray marble, except in the very center of the room. There, sunlight streamed in a narrow column from the hole above and splashed across an elaborate parquet of red and black marble triangles, squares, and circles. The majority of the room was empty, except along the walls; Guerrand thought there was not enough furniture in all of Palanthas to fill it, anyway.

Four arched doorways at equidistant points around the rotunda led to unseen rooms beyond. Between these portals were elaborately mantled alcoves that contained gilded mirrors, chairs and small tables, or marble statues on pedestals. Guerrand recognized one of the busts, of the great wizard Fistandantilus, from a book he'd read frequently in his father's library.

The two apprentices walked a third of the way in, slowly turning to survey the surroundings. Esme watched her reflection in six mirrors.

'This place looks like a maze at a festival fun house, with all these mirrors,' the young woman whispered. Even so, her voice echoed in the rotunda. 'They make me feel as if we're being watched.'

'I wouldn't rule it out,' muttered Guerrand with a shiver. 'Let's just find his laboratory and some evidence so we can get out of here.'

Esme nodded. 'It's a sure bet he didn't leave a checklist lying around that says: 'Ways to Kill Guerrand.' ' Her gaze traveled to each of the four large doorways. 'Should we just start turning knobs?'

'I have a less risky idea,' said Guerrand, rummaging around in the pouch that hung over his shoulder. He withdrew the mirror, brushing away flecks of lint, and mentally summoned his familiar. Zagarus tumbled out, startling both bird and woman.

She knows about me? asked Zag. Guerrand nodded his head.

'A sea gull!' cried Esme. 'And such a magnificent one. I love the black-and-white markings on its head.'

'Zagarus is a he. Uh,' Guerrand continued hastily as Esme reached out a hand, 'Zag doesn't like to be pet-' To Guerrand's surprise, Zag preened happily under the hand on his feathered head.

Such an observant judge of avian superiority can pet me anytime, the sea gull nearly purred.

'If you two are finished admiring each other,' Guerrand said aloud so both could hear him, 'I have a job for Zag.' The bird was instantly alert. 'First, get back into the mirror.'

Hey!

Frowning, Guerrand clamped a hand around his familiar's beak. 'Just do as I say, Zag. We don't have time for petulance.'

Zagarus blinked at the hand on his beak. Guerrand quickly withdrew it and held out the mirror. Zagarus dipped his head, as if trolling for fish, and disappeared inside the shard's glassy surface.

'Good,' said Guerrand. He strode to within two paces before the door to his left, knelt down, and set the mirror on the cold marble floor. Esme had trailed him. She watched, curious but silent as he took a wad of gum arabic from his pouch. Closing his eyes, Guerrand conjured a mental picture of the bones and muscles of his right arm stretching like hot taffy. 'Voli-gar et,' he said firmly. Instantly, even before he opened his eyes, came the gentle tearing in his limb that told him his spell had worked.

He reached out with the elongated limb and pushed the mirror three-quarters under the door, keeping his fingers on the jagged edge. 'I've sent the mirror across the threshold, Zag. Pop your head up on the other side and tell me what you see.'

I'm in a wide, empty hallway, said the bird. It looks like it leads to the kitchen.

'All right, get back in the mirror,' he said, sensing Zag's desire to explore. 'I'll pull you over.'

I'm inside. Zag's disappointment was obvious.

Guerrand reeled back his three-foot-long arm, bringing with it the mirror. He turned to Esme, who looked impressed with his tactics. 'Zag says this one goes to the kitchen. We'll have to keep trying.'

She nodded. 'While you're doing that, I'll look around, see if I can find something odd,' she suggested.

'Don't touch anything,' he warned, watching her take tentative steps toward the center of the room.

Guerrand turned back to his own task. Scooping up the mirror, he followed the curve of the rotunda to the right, stopping a safe distance before the next door, where he repeated the process.

'What do you see?' he prompted Zag.

I'm not sure, he mumbled. It's another hallway, darker than the last, but I think I can make out a staircase.

Guerrand felt hope flutter in his chest. 'Back in you go,' he commanded, then waited a few moments before drawing the mirror back, taking it up in his long fingers.

Suddenly he heard a scream behind him. Esme! He whirled about and spied her on a shield-sized platform that was rapidly rising skyward from a shaft in the center of the rotunda's floor. She clamped off a second terrified scream with one hand. Dropping into a crouch, the young woman used the other hand to grip the side of the circle of marble as it brought her ever closer to the sunlit opening in the peak of the rotunda.

Guerrand ran to the base of the shaft. 'Hang on!' he called up. Stuffing the mirror in his pack, he looked desperately for some lever on the thick metal column that rose several stories above on the platform of marble. He found none. Guerrand began to fear she'd be shot out of the opening like a stone from a catapult.

Near the top, the shaft ground to a stop. 'I'll think of some way to get you down!' he called lamely.

'Do you think this thing will lower itself? Oh, bother,' he heard her mutter. 'I won't wait for that. Stand back,' she called, kneeling at the edge of the platform to address him directly.

'Esme, no!' Guerrand yelled, but he was too late.

Esme threw herself from the platform. Horrified, Guerrand ran beneath her, expecting to catch her, or at least break her fall. The young mage plunged for a heartbeat, but then her decent slowed until she was floating gently like a feather to the floor. Smiling, Esme did a dramatic one-foot landing.

'Feather fall spell,' she explained calmly, considering the mixture of horror and relief on Guerrand's face.

'Next time tell someone what you're about to do,' her companion growled.

'I'm fine, if you're wondering,' Esme said lightly, ignoring his anger.

Abruptly both apprentices jumped away from the parqueted marble as the shaft began to move again, sinking