'My concern is that justice is done.'
'Whose justice?'
The Sentinel Marshal looked perplexed, like the question made no sense to her.
'Enough of this bluster and boasting!' Ossa bellowed, tromping up a few more steps.
'I told you before, Kundarak-you can't handle me.' Lightning slashed across the sky to emphasize his point, and thrilled in Gaven's veins.
The dwarf stopped in her tracks, staring at Gaven's face and neck, bewilderment on her face. 'Your dragonmark,' she said. 'It's… not just covered up.'
A dragonmark was a difficult thing to hide, partly because the pattern was typically raised above the level of the surrounding skin, and partly because using its power made it stand out even more, and typically melted away makeup used to cover it. Gaven had never tried to cover his, but as large as it had been, he doubted he would have had any success. Now, of course, his mark was gone, though the storm clearly still flowed in his blood-and the skin of his neck and chest burned furiously as the lightning flashed overhead.
'No, it's gone,' Gaven snapped. 'But that won't stop me from blasting you to the Outer Darkness if you take another step closer.'
To Gaven's surprise, Ossa held up her hands, and even the Sentinel Marshal dropped one step back.
'What do you mean, your dragonmark is gone?' the Sentinel Marshal said quietly.
'I mean that House Cannith, House Thuranni, Arcanix, and the Royal Eyes of Aundair built a device that stripped the dragonmark off my skin.' Thunder rumbled as he descended one more step. 'They put it into a bloodshard and channeled its power into a storm that brought the siege of Varna to a speedy end. But I understand I'm a threat to society, so you'd better get me back to Dreadhold.'
Lightning struck the steps right next to him, sending the Sentinel Marshal staggering backward, stumbling on the stairs.
'If you can take me!'
Another bolt crashed to the ground between the two women, tossing them aside. Ossa rolled quickly back on her feet, but the Marshal was slower to stand.
'Gaven!' Aunn's voice was right at his shoulder, and he felt the changeling's hand on his arm. Power surged in Gaven's blood, thunder rumbled in the sky and shook the ground, but he bit back a thunderclap that would have thrown Aunn back away from him.
'Give them a chance to talk,' Aunn said.
The Sentinel Marshal was in a crouch, her empty palms turned out to Gaven, her rapier on the ground a few feet away. Ossa, too, had her hands well away from the weapon at her belt, as her eyes continued to search Gaven's skin for any sign of his mark.
'So talk!' Gaven shouted.
'Where was this device?' Ossa said, glancing at the Sentinel Marshal.
'Near the Blackcaps.'
'I knew it!' the dwarf exclaimed.
'And House Cannith built it-Cannith West?' the Sentinel Marshal asked. 'With help from all the others you mentioned? Arcanix and the Royal Eyes-and House Thuranni?'
'Yes,' Gaven said.
'Not exactly,' Aunn interjected. 'One officer of the Royal Eyes was involved, but he's dead now. And I don't know how involved House Thuranni was.'
'And that officer died in the… catastrophic failure of the device?' Ossa said. Gaven couldn't read her expression, but there was more she wasn't saying.
'We destroyed the Dragon Forge,' Gaven said, 'but Kelas met his end earlier.'
'Who from House Cannith was involved?' the Sentinel Marshal asked.
'A whole platoon of magewrights,' Aunn said quickly. He was trying to hide Ashara's involvement, Gaven realized.
'But what about the baron? Was Jorlanna aware of it?'
'I saw her there once,' Aunn said. 'She demonstrated the device to the queen.'
Ossa and the Sentinel Marshal shared an excited glance. 'We have her!' the Marshal exclaimed.
Ossa grinned. 'We've got them all.'
CHAPTER 37
Aunn stepped in front of Gaven, hoping the storm might calm if Aunn took the reins of the conversation and let Gaven cool his head.
'You're looking for information you can use against Jorlanna?' he asked.
The Sentinel Marshal nodded.
'Then you need to know that she's part of something larger.'
'Larger?'
'At minimum, it's a plot against the queen, but I fear it's more than that.'
'I'm listening,' the Sentinel Marshal said.
'Should we go someplace more private to discuss this?' Gaven said.
Ossa scoffed. 'So you have a chance to lose us in the city streets?' she said. 'I don't think so.'
'Here is fine for now,' the Sentinel Marshal said. 'Let's hear what you have to say, changeling.'
'My name is Aunn.' It still felt strange to say it aloud. 'I was with the Royal Eyes.'
'That much I knew,' the Sentinel Marshal said. 'The Royal Eyes issued a warning to the city watch about you. I'm Mauren d'Deneith.'
'Mauren,' Aunn repeated. It was a name he might have used for one of his faces. He had been a Vauren, a Maura, and a Laurann in the past. He felt a sudden strange pang-he missed them, somehow, or grieved the life they represented. It was followed by a sudden stab of suspicion: What if Mauren was the changeling, Vec? Vec had used one of Aunn's faces, appearing as Haunderk. Might he also use a name similar to one he would use?
'Mauren, forgive my impertinence,' he said, 'but could I please see your dragonmark?'
Mauren's mouth quirked in a funny smile. 'You don't want to see my papers or my badge? Just my mark?'
'I'm a Royal Eye, Sentinel Marshal. I know how easy it is to acquire papers and badges.'
'You're also a changeling,' she said. She fumbled at a buckle near her shoulder as she climbed the steps. 'And you know how hard it is to imitate a dragonmark.'
'Exactly.'
'It is not easy to show,' Mauren said, still smiling, her fingers working at a different buckle. Ossa climbed the stairs behind her.
Aunn tensed. That could be a convenient excuse, though Mauren didn't look like she was preparing an attack.
Mauren slipped her leather coat down off her shoulders and turned partly away from Aunn. 'Come here,' she said.
Aunn stepped beside her, feeling awkward.
'There's a flap at the shoulder you should be able to open,' Mauren said.
Aunn reached out and pulled at the chainmail that covered her shoulder. As Mauren had said, a flap of mail attached to leather and backed with cotton pulled away, revealing bare skin beneath-and the tracings of the Mark of Sentinel, a bit like a rampant dragon, with its head, tail, and wings forming a sort of cross shape. If she was a changeling, she had mastered a talent he found impossible.
'I'm sorry I doubted you,' he said quietly. It was a strange moment of intimacy.
'I'm glad you're satisfied. Maybe now we can work together from a position of trust.' She pulled the armor flap back over her mark and her coat back over her shoulders as Aunn stepped back. 'You were going to tell me about Jorlanna's involvement in a plot against the queen.'
'Yes. We believe that Nara ir'Galanatyr is behind the whole scheme, though almost everyone else involved
