blood. All were staring at him, their expressions guarded. One or two glanced at a man at the prow of the boat. This, Dannyl guessed, must be their leader.
As the second boat drew up next to the ship, the man raised a hand and called out in the Vindo language. Tayend made a small, strangled noise, but the crew of the Anyi remained silent. Dannyl glanced at the captain.
“What did he say?”
The captain cleared his throat. “He ask how much you sell your pretty friend for. Say he make profit selling as slave in the West.”
“Really?” Dannyl glanced at Tayend. “What do you think? Fifty gold?”
Tayend turned to glare at Dannyl.
The captain chuckled. “I not know right price for man slaves.”
Grinning, Dannyl shook his head. “Neither do I. Tell the pirate my friend is not for sale. Tell him,” Dannyl turned to regard the pirate, “that he cannot afford the cargo on this ship.”
The captain repeated the words in Vindo. The pirate smiled, then raised a hand to signal to the other boat. Men hurried to ropes and pulleys, and soon the vessels had pulled away from the ship and were moving away rapidly.
The captain took a step toward Dannyl. “You kill now,” he said urgently. “Before they get away.”
Dannyl shook his head. “No.”
“But pirate bad people. Always rob ships. They kill. They take slaves.”
“They didn’t attack us,” Dannyl replied.
“You kill them, you make sea safer.”
Dannyl turned to face the captain. “Killing the men on one or two boats won’t make any difference. Others will replace them. If the Vindo people want magicians to remove the pirates from these islands, they must arrange it with the Guild. By law, I can only use my powers in defense unless under direct command from my King.”
The captain lowered his eyes and moved away. Dannyl heard the man muttering in his own language before ordering the crew back to their duties. Several of the sailors looked displeased, but returned to their work without complaint.
“They’re not the only ones disappointed by your performance,” Tayend said.
Dannyl regarded his friend speculatively. “You also think I should have killed them?”
Tayend narrowed his eyes at the retreating pirates. “I wouldn’t have protested.” Then he shrugged. “But mostly I was hoping for a little display of magic. Nothing too fancy. Just some sparks and fire.”
“Sparks and fire?”
“Yes. Maybe a little waterspout.”
“Sorry to disappoint you,” Dannyl replied dryly.
“And what was all that about selling me to slavers - and for only fifty gold! How insulting!”
“I’m sorry. Would a hundred gold have been more appropriate?”
“No! And you don’t sound particularly sorry.”
“Then I apologize for failing to be convincing in my apology.”
Tayend rolled his eyes. “Enough! I’m going inside.”
Sonea hugged her box of notes to her chest and sighed. It was growing dark rapidly. The sunlight had streaked the forest with long shadows when she had set out, but only a misty half-light remained now, making it difficult to distinguish the edges of things. She resisted an urge to create a light, knowing that it would make her all too easy to find.
A twig snapped nearby.
She stopped and stared through the trees. In the distance the lights of the Healers’ Quarters could be seen flickering through the trunks. She saw no movement, heard no sound.
Releasing the breath she had been holding, she started walking again.
A few weeks earlier, Lord Kiano had taken the class to the fields and glass-roofed houses beyond the Healers’ Quarters, where medicinal plants were grown. He had shown them several species, telling them how to identify each plant. Afterward, he had told them that, each week, he would select a novice to accompany him to the fields after the class, where he would test them on their knowledge.
That afternoon had been her turn. After the test, he had dismissed her, leaving her to return to the Novices’ Quarters on her own. Knowing that Regin wouldn’t miss an opportunity to waylay her out of the sight of the magicians, she had lingered, pretending to be interested in examining the plants, in the hope that she could follow Kiano back. But when the teacher had begun a lazy conversation with a gardener she realized she would be waiting a long time.
So she decided to try her other plan. Guessing that Regin would be waiting for her on the usual path, she had cut through the forest, hoping to circle around the Healers’ Quarters to the path that led to the front of the University.
A crunch to her left brought her to a stop again. She felt her blood turn cold as she heard a smothered laugh and knew her plan had failed.
“Good evening, Sonea.”
Spinning around, she saw a familiar silhouette among the trees. She willed a globe light into existence, and the darkness shrank back. Regin stopped, a smile spreading across his face as two more figures appeared beside him: Issle and Alend. Hearing sounds all around, Sonea saw Gennyl, Vallon and Kano emerging from the shadows.
“Nice night for a walk in the forest,” Regin observed, looking around. “So quiet. Peaceful. No one to interrupt us.” He stepped closer. “The teachers aren’t giving you special treatment anymore, are they? Such a shame. It really isn’t fair that we get extra attention and you don’t. So I thought I’d give you some lessons myself.”
The sound of snow crunching under boots told Sonea that the novices behind her were drawing close. She strengthened her shield but, to her surprise, they moved around her to stand behind Regin.
“Hmmm,” Regin continued. “Perhaps I could teach you some of what Lord Balkan has shown me.” He glanced at the others and nodded. “Yes, I think you’d find that interesting.”
Sonea’s mouth went dry. She had known Regin was taking extra classes in Warrior Skills, but not that he was learning under Balkan, the Head of that discipline. As Regin raised his palms, the other novices moved closer to their leader and placed their hands on his shoulders.
“Defend yourself,” Regin said, mimicking Lord Vorel’s commanding tone.
Throwing more magic into her shield, she blocked the flow of energy that flashed from each of Regin’s palms. The strikes were weak, but rapidly grew in force until they were stronger than anything she had faced in the Arena. Surprised, she poured more and more magic into her shield.
How was this possible? She had fought Regin enough times to know his strength. He had always been much weaker than her. Had he been holding back, just waiting for a moment to surprise her with his real strength?
Regin’s face stretched into an ugly grin, and he took a step toward her. Abruptly, the attack weakened, then stopped as he paused to glare at the others. They hurriedly stretched forward to regain their hold on his shoulder.
As they touched Regin again, he resumed his attack. She considered what this meant. Obviously the others were lending him their power. She hadn’t heard that it was possible, but there was plenty about the Warrior Skills she didn’t know - or might have missed during Vorel’s long and boring lectures.
Her senses rang with the magic that filled the air. The snow between them had melted into sizzling puddles. So much power... the thought of what was being directed at her was appalling, and set her heart racing. If she failed to hold her shield, the consequences would be brief - and fatal. He was taking such a risk... or was he?
What if he means to kill me?
Surely not. He would be expelled from the Guild.
Yet when she pictured Regin facing the assembled magicians in the Guildhall, she could easily hear what they’d say. An unfortunate accident. He wasn’t to blame for her poor skills. Four weeks’ work in the library, and don’t let it happen again.
Anger replaced her fear. As she regarded the novices, she saw that they were glancing at each other doubtfully. Regin was no longer grinning, but frowning with concentration. He growled something, and the others
