spun toward Raegar. 'Not by my authority, Blackstaff. Betimes the Font will have seekers pry secrets and lore from those unwilling to share openly, but you and yours have always been friends to us. It appears I have not been as diligent as I might have been over loremasters who may have approved such mischief. Is that the case, Raegar?' Raegar nodded and gesticulated wildly, trying to pantomime his point, but Khelben began a violent coughing fit, and his shaking reopened his wound. Blood gushed over the floor, and Tsarra felt Khelben weaken, then go silent.
His eyes fluttered and closed. 'Khelben?' she asked, kneeling in the blood and putting her hand to his neck to find no heartbeat beneath her hand. Khelben!
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
29-30 Uktar, the Year of Lightning Storms (1374 DR)
Tsarra's heart leaped into her throat as she whispered once more,
'Khelben? You can't be-' Khelben's eyes snapped open, and his body shook with a violent spasm of coughs. More blood poured onto the floor, but silver flames flickered to life and seared the wound shut once more, an acrid stream of smoke rising from Khelben's shattered hip. Eltargrim's Bones, this hurts. Khelben looked at Tsarra with eyes drained of energy, before he said, 'Out of time. We need him and what he knows.' Khelben's eyes closed for a moment, and Tsarra felt him scream angrily inside, though that emotion never made it to his face.
'Tsarra, take him to the tower. Ask my wife to attend to the boy's tongue. She should mindspider him if she has to, but I hope it won't come to that.' Raegar clenched his jaw, and his knuckles whitened but he relaxed when Nameless growled at him and drew attention to him. He nodded to Khelben and Sandrew, but Tsarra noticed his face still blanched. 'You'll not punish him, Blackstaff? I sense he has been a pawn and deserves no reprimand beyond helping right what he has wronged,' Sandrew said. 'I cannot openly acknowledge what he does for my church, but I can vow that his heart is a good one and his skills and actions do not overshadow that.' 'Punishment is far from my mind, Sandrew,' Khelben gasped, 'save to let him help us visit it upon the one who wronged all of us. Now, time is short for us all. We must away.' 'Are you certain you don't want healing?' 'Too many gods' magic affects me already to accept one more right now, Lorekeeper. I have my own remedies, thank you. There's no need to carry me, either of you.'
Khelben glared at both Tsarra and Raegar who had moved to either side of him. He sent to Tsarra, Back away, as both of us can't use this magic and I need you to be my hands for a while. Look to your intuition for guidance, in case I don't respond for a while. Khelben's blue eyes lit up with silver and gold as he whispered a spell. Gold shimmered in the necklace he wore, a tiny tapered bottle. As he finished, his form dissolved into a golden mist, shrank, and seeped into the bottle. A necklace alone rested on the bloodstained marble floor. Tsarra and more than a few onlookers gasped with his disappearance. Sandrew the Wise smiled and said, 'An Anyllan's bottle.
I read about these ancient elven devices, but I never thought I'd see one that still worked. Khelben should be safe to heal slowly inside there.' Tsarra stooped to pick up the necklace off the floor and place it around her own neck. She sent out tentatively, Khelben? Khelben's mental voice wavered. Need sleep to save my energy. Go to the tower, and both of you talk to Syndra. She knows what's to be done, and Raegar knows who is to blame. Be respectful, but hurry. Know I am sorry for this burden forced upon you. I can no longer carry it alone.
Tsarra flinched despite herself, but with the visions and what she'd learned in the past day, she knew why they had to face the undead.
Stop worrying. You've trained me well enough. Sleep and I'll do what I can in the meantime. 'You three and Khelben brought much trouble to my temple.' Sandrew the Wise looked sternly at all of them. 'I trust that when we meet again that I may have a suitable explanation for this disruption-' he glanced upward toward Oghma's empty fist, deprived of its scroll-'and desecration.' On that last word, Raegar's shoulders slumped, and he knelt by the priest, bowing his head for forgiveness.
Sandrew's hand hesitated but settled on the man's head in benediction.
Tsarra, Raegar, and Sandrew realized the circle of angry people had pressed close around them, just outside the glowing hemisphere set by the priest. 'Khelben insists on utmost speed, but I'm afraid your priests don't look all to willing to let us go quickly.' 'What else would you expect, girl?' Sandrew said. 'There are many here who wish the guards would clap you both in irons. Run now and get you away so I may cool tempers, but vow before Oghma that you will return and explain all this.' 'What little I know, Lorekeeper, I'll share with you. I promise that everything you saw today leads to the betterment of the Realms.' Tsarra turned to Raegar, and said, 'You are going ahead of me, and we're running at best pace to Blackstaff Tower. Try to lose me, and my familiar will be the first to correct you, followed by my spells or arrows.' Tsarra jerked her thumb up at Nameless, who bared his teeth. Raegar rolled his eyes and nodded. The three of them darted through the glowing energy. Their movement startled most from their path, and they flew or ran through the temple doors and into the streets. Behind them, Sandrew cleared his throat and snapped his fingers both to dispel the sound-blocking hemisphere and to draw the attention of the crowd. 'Oghma wills their secrets remain their own for now, brethren. Return to your lore and lives, and the Binder may or may not reveal what enigmas he sees fit.' He whispered to himself,
'And may what magic you work be as good as you claim…'
'That should do it. What say you now, handsome rogue?' Laeral's merry eyes looked into Raegar's from beneath a heavy silver helm, its forehead adorned with three stripes of sapphires. Raegar knew whatever that lich had done bound him no longer. He inhaled, and 'Thank you' sounded in both his head and throat. He smiled broadly and stretched his arms and shoulders. 'I don't know what you did.' Raegar took the heavy helm from his brow and set it on the sidetable next to him. 'I don't feel anything crawling around inside my head any more. Thank you, ladies, for that.' 'Enough. Under whose control were you? Answer me, Stoneblade!' Tsarra had been pacing the room and snapped her head around. Raegar watched the arc of auburn curls more than the angry look on her face. 'I never got a name,' Raegar said, and Tsarra growled in anger, pacing around the chairs in which he and Laeral sat.
Raegar watched her a moment then looked back at Laeral when he said,
'By the gods. How anyone can get anything accomplished around so much distracting beauty is beyond me.' Raegar smiled, winking at Laeral in the opposite chair but watching Tsarra for her reactions. He had never been so close to anyone of Blackstaff Tower in either his recent missions nor in all his years in the City of Splendors. Still, he knew enough about them to expect what would happen next. For his part, he bent over in the chair to touch his toes and stretch out his torso and back. As he anticipated, he rose from the chair to find the point of a glimmering scimitar near his throat. As he smiled and felt a rush of excitement go through him, Raegar heard a complicated growl come from the tressym, who lay nestled among a pile of books on a high shelf over the door frame. Tsarra's gaze snapped to him and she uttered a similar tangle of purrs and growls. The conversation between the woman and her familiar continued for a few moments until Raegar cleared his throat, earning a glare from Tsarra. He raised his hands slowly, smiling his most sincere smile, and tried to push the point of the blade away from his neck by his fingertips. 'Ahem. If I'm to duel, I'll need to borrow a blade, milady.' Raegar wasn't sure how she would react to his teasing, but he hoped Laeral might aid him. Laeral smirked as she set down her helm and stood. 'Tsarra, please. You'll hardly get the lad to answer any questions that way. Besides, Nameless tends to be right about a great many things, whether you want to acknowledge that or not.' Laeral's fingers danced and a small silverfish appeared to swim upwards through the air and into the black tom's claws. 'This is not the time for jokes, Laeral!' Tsarra snapped back at the taller woman, the point of her scimitar not moving an iota. 'Khelben urged me-' 'Yes, yes, girl, but allow a moment to revel in irony aplenty.' Laeral moved closer to Tsarra, easing her sword arm down and whispering to her as the two women moved away from Raegar. He wasn't sure if Laeral meant him to overhear, but his heart leaped as he caught her whispered comment. 'After all, holding him at bladepoint was the first thing I did to my beloved when we first met.' Tsarra's reaction was a frustrated growl followed by what Raegar guessed might be a chuckle from the tressym. The auburn-haired half-elf glared at the tressym, Laeral Silverhand, and Raegar as she sheathed her scimitar. After a moment, Raegar saw her catch herself, close her eyes, take three deep breaths, and her shoulders dropped as she relaxed. When she opened her eyes again, Tsarra looked directly into Raegar's eyes, but he couldn't read anything in hers other than impatience. 'Well, stonecarver, chisel us some knowledge from that grinning stone face of yours. Who or what was behind your attack on the Font of Knowledge?' Tsarra's tone was brusque and clipped. Raegar had seen her do that with others in the street-cloak off her
