the wizards viewed the novices with extreme skepticism, their obvious fright carried their story for a moment, and the procession started out into the cold.
'There had better be something truly horrifying out here,' one of the masters stated as they returned to the scene. 'If I've been dragged out into a night like this for a prank, the two of you will wish you'd never been born.'
Telemachon remained silent, but Oriseus spoke up. 'I suspect that even the most addlepated novice would have more sense than that. But we shall see.'
Several of the masters created powerful spheres of brilliant mage light, driving away the darkness as they approached the ruins with deliberate caution. Aeron's heart sank. There was nothing there, no trace of the monstrous creature he and Melisanda had seen! He could feel the eyes of the masters turning toward him. 'The two of you will have a lot of explaining to do,' one said ominously.
'Wait,' said Telemachon. He directed his light at the rubble. A tatter of red fluttered in the wreckage. The masters fell silent as the mangled corpse of the Master Abjurer appeared. Perversely, his face was untouched, staring sightlessly into the ebon sky.
'What of the creature that attacked him?' Oriseus said. 'Melisanda? Where did you see the creature?'
'It was right here, Master Oriseus. It had already killed Master Raemon when we fled.'
'You abandoned him?' one of the students asked.
'Easy, now,' Oriseus said. 'If a High Master could not defend himself against the creature that did this, how could two novices have made any difference? In this case, discretion was clearly the better part of valor.'
'There will be questions to answer,' the first master said in a low voice. 'Many questions.'
Telemachon knelt by the body, his face expressionless. 'Indeed. First we must see if the creature still lurks nearby. Summon the rest of the masters. And get these two inside.'
Eight
No sign of the creature was ever found. Melisanda's novitiate examination was delayed by the death of the Master Abjurer, the extensive interrogations that she and Aeron endured, and the chaotic maneuverings of electing a replacement to the college's Ruling Council. Classes and lectures were suspended for a week as the masters debated, schemed, formed alignments, and broke them, and finally elevated a senator's son to the council. Students and novices alike waited nervously, although Aeron noticed that Dalrioc spent much of his time conferring with the masters. Supposedly no student had any say in how the masters managed their affairs, but the prince of Soorenar could and did make his voice heard.
A few days after the ceremony of advancement, Aeron was surprised to receive a summons from Lord Telemachon. When a High Master sent for a novice, the fish dropped what he was doing and answered the call, so Aeron trotted over to the Masters' Hall with all due haste. The hall felt silent and suspicious, still simmering with the unresolved arguments and the disturbing circumstances of Master Raemon's death. He went straight to Telemachon's chambers. 'Lord Telemachon? You sent for me?'
The Master Diviner sat immersed in a sea of musty tomes, crackling yellow scrolls, and old rag-paper books stitched to wooden covers. His own personal library was quite extensive, but he had doubled its size since Aeron had last been in his chambers. Telemachon was visibly fatigued; dark bags pouched under his eyes, and he wheezed with each breath. The diviner frowned and looked up from his book. 'Aeron. Have a seat.'
The novice carefully cleared a leather chair and sat down. 'Thank you, my lord.'
'As Fineghal foretold, you have demonstrated great promise as a mage,' the old wizard began. 'While you still need to work on your mundane lessons, particularly your command of Untheric and Old Rauric, I understand that your spellcasting skills are without equal among the novices. Therefore, you will stand for your novitiate examination at the end of the week.'
Aeron glanced up, his eyes alight. 'I'm ready.'
'Of course you're ready. I know that you can pass the examination easily, or I wouldn't have challenged you to attempt it. We'll observe the forms, but you need to be instructed as a student, not as a novice.'
'Yes, my lord.'
'I didn't expect this so soon, Aeron,' Telemachon said, meeting Aeron's eyes. 'But several students are about to graduate, and we expect to place some new fish soon, so there's no sense in holding you back. Most of the High Masters favored accepting you as a student based on your performance so far.'
Aeron assented with a nod. He knew he could learn more as a student. . and it would incense Dalrioc Corynian if Aeron climbed from the ranks of the novices to the exalted status of student. It also meant that he could remain close to Melisanda. 'I won't fail, Lord Telemachon.'
The old wizard leaned back behind his desk, studying Aeron. 'Are you certain you've recovered from your harrowing experience of a week ago?'
'Yes, my lord. I was not injured.'
'Through auguries and divinations, we've gleaned some information about the creature that attacked Master Raemon,' Telemachon said. 'It was a yugoloth, a supernatural horror from black dimensions beyond the circles of the world. A powerful fiend indeed.'
Aeron straightened in his seat. 'How could such a creature appear in the middle of the college?'
'Obviously it was summoned here,' Telemachon said, a trace of irritation in his voice. 'There are a number of wizards among us capable of such a feat, which leaves us to ponder the reason of it, not the means.'
'I've been told that the ruins of the pyramid are dangerous. Could Master Raemon simply have stumbled across something better left undisturbed?'
'Perhaps,' Telemachon said without expression. 'Yet I find it curious that a powerful mage, one of the best among us, should simply happen to be abroad in the tower's ruins on such a night, and that he should happen to disturb something, and that the thing he unleashed should happen to be a creature capable of destroying him. . and that his death should happen to occur in front of two defenseless novices, conveniently located to observe that no one else was near to rend Raemon limb from limb.'
'You suspect foul play?' Aeron asked.
'Suffice it to say that I find the circumstances of Master Raemon's demise to be suspicious,' Telemachon replied.
'But who would kill him, and why?'
Telemachon shrugged. 'That,' he said, 'is what we still need to learn. Although it does not escape my notice that Raemon was one of nine members of the Ruling Council, a supporter of the Sceptanar, and that he has been replaced by Andreseus, who is a lord and senator of the city. With one unfortunate encounter, the balance of power has shifted.'
'You don't think one of the masters favoring the senate killed him, do you?'
The High Diviner turned a frigid gaze on Aeron, the weakness and fatigue of his manner sloughing away to reveal an iron will beneath. 'Novice Aeron, it is unwise in the extreme to speak such accusations of a High Master. The affairs of the Ruling Council are not the concern of novice or student. Do I make myself clear?'
Aeron recoiled. 'Yes, my lord,' he muttered. 'Lord Telemachon. . neither Melisanda or I had any part in this.'
Imperceptibly the diviner's ire softened. 'I know, Aeron. I suspect you were simply moved into place as one might move a piece on a chessboard. Some of my compatriots are not so certain of that.' He settled his bulk into his chair and steepled his fingers in front of him, turning his gaze out the window. 'Have you considered which colors you want to wear when you become a student?' he asked suddenly.
'No, my lord. I haven't thought that far ahead. Illusion and invocation are my strongest disciplines.' Aeron paused and added, 'A few weeks ago, Oriseus told me that he wanted me to consider conjuration as my school of choice.'
Telemachon scowled. 'Oriseus wants you, eh?'
'He said my talents lent themselves to summonings.'
'Do you feel that is true?'
'No other master has encouraged me to choose another school, my lord. I hadn't wielded many conjuration
