operation. But he still borrows it, on occasion. And he borrowed it last week. My understanding,' and now there was nothing jovial at all in that normally cheerful visage, 'is that he kept himself to shallow cuts. He just wanted to make a point, after all, not permanently injure his best agent. Baltrice's scars'll probably be healed before you see her again. Or at least, the physical ones will.' His eyes gleamed sickly. 'I was there-Tezzeret let me watch, since it's my blade-and I think the memories will last her long, long after the scars have faded.
'So don't come in here, Beleren, and whine to me about a little soreness after a failed operation.' Paldor flicked his wrist, and the manablade vanished once more up his sleeve. 'I promise you, you don't know what punishment is. Keep doing your best for Tezzeret, he'll keep making you rich-and you'll never need to know.'
Jace looked down at the table once more, and nodded.
'Excellent.' Paldor's face broke out in his accustomed grin once more. 'So, who's up for dessert while we start talking details?'
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Jace's face was a stony mask as he pushed through the door into Paldor's office, but those who knew him well could see faint ember of smoldering irritation, even resentment, behind his eyes. It was a look he wore frequently these days.
'What could possibly be so urgent,' the mage demanded while leaning both fists on the edge of the desk, his voice low but firm as iron, 'that you had to pull me out in the middle of an ongoing assignment?'
Paldor looked meaningfully at the desktop, then at Jace. He was not smiling. 'Get your hands off.'
Jace straightened, but his expression didn't crack. 'You know you left Kallist to finish the job alone? No blades, you said. Make it look like a natural death, you said. How is Kallist supposed to make it look natural without me, Paldor? Did you even think of that?'
His face purpling, Paldor pointed across the room. And only then did Jace realize that a figure stood in the far corner, a figure he'd swept past without even noticing.
'Really, Beleren,' Tezzeret chided him. 'Have you so little respect for your superiors anymore?'
'Is there any way I can possibly answer that?'
Tezzeret chuckled. 'Probably not. I am sorry for pulling you away from your assignment, Beleren. I'm sure Kallist will do fine, though. He was doing this long before you showed up.'
'So he was.'
'But I need you for something more important. I need you to accompany me to a meeting.'
Jace's eyebrow rose. 'Any chance that means you'll finally be taking me to your sanctum itself?'
'Not at all. We're going someplace far less pleasant.'
Paldor snickered at Jace's disappointed expression. 'Really, what'd you expect? I don't even know where his illustriousness takes his ease.'
'I've asked you not to call me that, Paldor,' Tezzeret reminded him.
'And I've asked to be taller,' Paldor told him with a grin. Tezzeret scowled but said nothing more.
'The meeting?' Jace prompted.
'Yes.' Tezzeret wandered behind the desk and gave Paldor a meaningful look. The lieutenant grumbled but heaved his great bulk out of the way so his employer might sit. The artificer scowled at the height of the chair, which made him look faintly ridiculous behind the equally short desk, but at least he had no doubt it would take his weight.
He turned and gave Paldor a second look, equally significant.
'Oh, you've got to be kidding!' Paldor exclaimed. 'Boss, this is my office. I-'
'Should therefore know the fastest route to the door, shouldn't you? I'll let you know when we're done.'
Grumbling even more loudly, Paldor stomped his way to the door and slammed it behind him.
'How have you been, Beleren? We've not spoken in a while.'
Deader every day. How about you?
'Fine,' he said. 'Everything's just fine.'
'So glad to hear it. You'll be accompanying me to a rather delicate negotiation.'
'Oh?'
Tezzeret waved a hand. 'Bit of a conflict over mining rights in overlapping territories. Nothing that should particularly interest you.'
'That's nice,' Jace said, 'but actually, I meant who are we meeting with?'
'Nicol Bolas.'
'Ah,' Jace said, after replaying the answer in his mind to be certain he'd heard correctly. 'This would be related to that messenger who came to us a few weeks ago.'
'It would.'
Jace shook his head and allowed himself to fall back into one of the room's sundry chairs. 'I've never entirely understood… This Bolas is pretty powerful, obviously. Obviously a planeswalker, or he couldn't have put together something like the Consortium. So why usurp it from him? Couldn't you think of any safer way of building an organization?'
Tezzeret grinned. 'Some while ago, Beleren, I found myself in the ranks of a cabal that called themselves the Seekers of Carmot. Sorcerers and alchemists, they claimed a great many fascinating discoveries-but the greatest of all, and one they promised to teach me once I'd proved worthy, was the rediscovery of the ancient arts for creating etherium!' He raised his artificial arm, as though he felt the need to remind Jace of its existence.
'Well, of course I was intrigued,' he said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. 'The person, or the faction, that learns how to replenish the Multiverse's dwindling stores of etherium would be powerful enough to trade whole worlds!
'Imagine my disappointment when I discovered that it was all a lie. That the tales of forging etherium were a deception orchestrated by the true master of the Seekers of Carmot as one of his various convoluted schemes. And imagine my anger when, upon realizing that I knew the truth, the Seekers attempted to have me killed! After all my years of service!' Tezzeret shook his head, then smiled once more.
'Care to guess who the Seekers' master actually was?'
Jace gawped at him. 'So stealing the Consortium was-what? Revenge?'
'I do not,' Tezzeret told him blandly, 'take kindly to treachery.'
Several moments marched by as Jace allowed that to sink in. 'All right,' he said finally. 'So what about revenge? You think Bolas is going to meet with you peacefully, just like that? You aren't afraid he might, oh, I don't know, try to kill you?'
Tezzeret smiled and began idly tapping his fingers on the desk. The wood made a hollow sound beneath the impact of the etherium. 'Bolas controls his own network of organizations, Beleren, and he's agreed to meet with me leader to leader. He won't renege on the promise of a safe negotiation, not and risk word getting out to others he might need to bargain with later on.'
'And you trust that?'
'Not at all. I only agreed to this meeting if we could each set up wards in advance, ensuring that neither of us can attack the other. And we'll be arriving early, to double-check those wards.'
'Well, if you're sure…' Jace frowned. 'So what am I here for?'
'Ah, that.' Tezzeret's grin flipped itself over into a faint scowl. 'The truth is, I'm not entirely certain what Bolas is capable of. More specifically, I don't know if he can read minds.'
Jace nodded slowly. 'Paldor implied something similar. So you want me there to let you know if-'
'No. I'm certain I'd sense it if he did it to me. You're there to block him.' Jace blinked.
'It doesn't do me any good to know he's reading my mind,' Tezzeret said, 'if he gets what he's looking for in the process. And there are certain details that might rather substantially weaken my bargaining position if he were to learn them.'
'So why meet him in person? Why not send a proxy?'
'Part of the deal,' the artificer groused. 'He wouldn't meet with anyone but me, and this mining operation is worth a lot. I have to get this matter settled.'
