CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Not knowing what else to do, Kehrsyn shouldered her bag, left the building, climbed down the ladder, and headed for the Thayan enclave to see Eileph.
He wanted to study that thing, she thought, so I guess there's nothing stopping him now. Not that there's anything really left to learn-Tiglath said the magic was fading-but really, I owe him the pieces of the wand.
She worked her way through the crowded streets of Messemprar. The snow had been plowed to slush and pressed away to the margins of the streets, leaving slick cobbles, cold mud, and, in places of greater shade, ice for her to contend with. The wind had picked up again and blew from the southeast in gusts. Kehrsyn pulled her cloak tighter around her face and shoulders and tried to ignore the fact that it smelled of someone else.
When she was most of the way to the enclave, Kehrsyn stopped in her tracks, rolled her eyes, and changed her course for the Mage Bazaar. Of course Eileph would be there, in his tent, selling to a desperate public instead of lounging in his sanctum. She only hoped she would not have to wait long to see him.
At the entrance to the curtain walls that encircled the Red Wizards' pavilion, the guard informed her that Eileph was not selling merchandise that day. He had remained in the enclave engaged in research. Kehrsyn rolled her eyes again and retraced her steps all the way back to the enclave.
She was admitted promptly, and once more found herself entering Eileph's laboratory and erstwhile reception room. As she entered, the deformed wizard was carefully studying a small organ he had cut from the cadaver. The toad sat upon the corpse's flayed face, an image that made Kehrsyn's lower lip quiver with revulsion.
'Um… Eileph?' she said.
Eileph hobbled around, leaning on a gnarled cane as misshapen as he was. So did the toad, its amphibian feet slapping on the cold, dead musculature as it rotated its obese bulk in place. Kehrsyn tried very hard to ignore it, but the beast was unavoidably visible in her peripheral vision.
'Oh, mm-hmm, it's you,' said Eileph. 'I must tell you, it is rare I find myself anticipating anyone's interruption, but you've managed to make yourself an exception, even if you are built like a wee wisp of an elf.'
'Thanks,' she said.
As she tried to figure out how to break the news, Kehrsyn smiled hollowly.
'Do your people have another commission for me? Hmm?' asked Eileph, waggling his fingers. 'More gold for this tired old soul?'
'Well… no,' said Kehrsyn. 'Basically, um, the reason I'm, y'know, here, is that they-well we, that is-we agreed that… you could sort of… study the, uh… the staff. When we were through with it. And… I guess we're kind of through with it.'
With those words, Kehrsyn placed the broken halves of the wand on a relatively flat pile of papers on the worktable, there being no spot that was actually clear of clutter.
Eileph's jaw dropped, and his skin went deathly pale. One hand clutched at his jersey, just over his heart. He began to hobble over to the remnants of the staff.
The toad began croaking loudly, and Eileph burst into braying laughter. It was a jarring duet. Kehrsyn tried to smile, but her unease made it look like she was going to vomit, which, truth be told, was not entirely out of the question.
Eileph drew in a deep, gasping, rasping breath and slapped the table.
'You shouldn't scare an old man like that, young lady, you really had me going!' He closed his solitary eye and began pounding on his forehead with two stubby fingers. 'Oh my, oh, dearie me,' he laughed, 'I don't think I'll be able to spit for a tenday, you scared me so bad!'
'What?' asked Kehrsyn.
'What? Why, because this is the decoy, youngster!' guffawed Eileph, wiping a tear of laughter from the corner of his empty eye.
'Decoy?' echoed Kehrsyn, trying very hard to catch up with events.
'Well,' he said, 'I see that it fooled you, eh, young lady? Don't let it stop your wee little heart. This is what I was working on for you lot, a copy of the staff you'd marked for acquisition. Here,' he said, as he hobbled over and picked up the halves, 'let me show you what I did. Superb carving work, if I do say so myself.'
He moved so close that he had to crane his head up to look at Kehrsyn. He held the halves aloft for her inspection, spinning them and pointing to the pieces as he spoke.
'See? First of all, this is stone, not bone like the original. Didn't have any good bones handy, but it looks much the same as a weathered bone, and anyway that organic stuff is a regular mess to carve properly. But stone is heavier, so I had to hollow it out just like this to match the weight properly. Now this side you already saw in the sketches I showed you, but I didn't know what this side looked like, so I had to wait for your delivery to be able to duplicate it. Hard work, too, but I'd already had practice in the style with this first side here. The river and setting the jeweler made, and laid the black amber and smoky quartz to match the original. Then I cast Mythrellaa's Lust upon it-that's a rather more stylish version of the Fool's Aura, a little trick the zulkir gave me in payment for a small service I'd rendered her. And there it was, all but indistinguishable from the original, except, of course, it wouldn't work.'
'That's… very impressive,' said Kehrsyn, stepping back to get some personal space between her and the sour-smelling magician.
'Humph,' said Eileph, inspecting the pieces. 'Of course, that doesn't explain how this came to be broken.'
'They don't tell me such things,' said Kehrsyn, pleased that she'd come up with such a plausible non-answer off the cuff.
'And who does?' yelled Eileph, flicking a finger at Kehrsyn. 'Oh, I know all about such things,' he said as he hobbled away, then stopped dead in his tracks. 'Or, more accurately, I don't. You see, the zulkirs and tharcions, and all the Red Wizards are very good at not telling things.' He hobbled back over to Kehrsyn and stood too close again. 'Which makes it very scary,' he whispered, 'when one considers all that one has been taught by others who thrive on secrets. It makes one wonder how much knowledge they hold back! And that makes all of us hunger for that knowledge, plot for it, scheme for it…' Eileph's arm started to tremble, tapping his cane on the floor. 'Good thing I'm such a stable person,' he said.
Kehrsyn nodded. She didn't trust her voice not to crack were she to lie at that moment.
'Well,' said Eileph, as he started back to the cadaver.
He tossed the halves on his table as he passed. Kehrsyn thought maybe the fake one would pass inspection at Wing's Reach, at least until she got the real one. She feared returning empty-handed with Ahegi lurking around.
'Um, Eileph, sir?' asked Kehrsyn. 'Can you fix it?'
Eileph whipped around, staggering when his whirl exceeded his balance.
'What?' he bellowed. 'First they destroy my art and now they say, 'Jump, Eileph, fix the staff!' What do they think I am, a trained homunculus?'
'Standard rates,' said Kehrsyn, raising her voice to be heard over Eileph's tirade. 'Double for a rush job.'
Eileph's countenance softened in an instant. He picked up the two halves and fitted them together, working his jaw from side to side.
'Humph,' he said. 'I can do it, young lady, never you fret. I can have it for you tonight, if you don't mind a bit of a crack, or tomorrow for a job as good as new. If you want one carved afresh, that'll take a while.'
'How big a crack are we talking about?'
'Oh, not a very big one,' said Eileph. 'Fit the halves together and take a look. I can make it a bit better than that.'
Kehrsyn fiddled with the broken pieces. The crack would be just a hair wide.
'That'd be great,' she said, handing the pieces over.
Eileph limped back over to her and patted her hand gently, almost tenderly.
'Don't you fret your heart, young lady. I'll have it delivered tonight,' he said, with a smile that was the picture of warmth despite the malformed frame in which it appeared.
