The High Lord

'You did not expect to see her, did you?' she said softly. 'Does it disturb you, to see your lost love kill another?'

He stared at her, suddenly uncomfortable. 'How did you know that?'

She smiled. 'It is in your face, when you see her or talk of her.'

He looked down at the room. An image of Sonea leaping at the woman flashed through his mind. Her face had been set with determination. She really had come a long way from the uncertain girl who had been so dismayed to discover she had magical abilities.

Then he remembered how the expression on her face had changed when Akkarin had brushed something out of her hair.

'It was a childhood crush,' he told Savara. 'I've known for a long time that she's not for me.'

'No, you have not,' she said, setting the roof creaking as she shifted her weight. 'You only learned that tonight.'

He turned back to face her. 'How can you—'

To his surprise, she had edged closer. As he turned to face her she put a hand behind his head, pulled him nearer and kissed him.

Her lips were warm and strong. He felt heat rush through his body. Reaching out, he tried to pull her closer, but the piece of wood he was sitting on slid sideways and he felt himself losing his balance. Their lips parted as he began to fall backward.

Something steadied him. He recognized the touch of magic. Savara smiled mischievously, leaned forward and grabbed his shirt. She dropped her shoulder to the roof and pulled him over her, and the supports creaked alarmingly as they rolled farther away from the damaged area. When they stopped, she was lying on top of him. She smiled - the breathtakingly sensual smile that always set his pulse racing.

'Well,' he said. 'This is nice.'

She laughed quietly, then bent to kiss him again. He hesitated only a moment, as a feeling, like a premonition, touched the edge of his thoughts.

The day Sonea discovered her magic, she belonged somewhere else. Savara has magic, too. And she already belongs somewhere else...

But right now, he didn't care.

Lorlen frowned and blinked open his eyes. His bedroom was mostly dark. The light of the full moon set his window screens glowing faintly, making the gold Guild symbols appear as stark black shapes on the fine paper.

Then he realized why he was awake. Someone was hammering on his door.

What time is it? Sitting up, he massaged his eyes in an attempt to rub away sleepiness. The hammering continued. He sighed, rose and staggered out of his bedroom to the main door of his rooms.

Lord Osen stood outside, looking dishevelled and frantic.

'Administrator,' he whispered. 'Lord Jolen and his family have been murdered.'

Lorlen stared at his assistant. Lord Jolen. One of the Healers. A young man, recently married. Murdered?

'Lord Balkan has sent for the Higher Magicians,' Osen said urgently. 'You're to meet in the Day Room. Would you like me to go back, while you get dressed, and tell them you're on your way?'

Lorlen glanced down at his bed clothes. 'Of course.'

Osen nodded, then hurried away. Lorlen closed the door and walked back into his bedroom. He took down a set of blue robes from his cupboard and began to change.

Jolen was dead. So was his family. Murdered, according to Osen. Lorlen frowned as his mind began to fill with questions. How was this possible? Magicians were not easy to kill. The murderer was either knowledgeable and clever, or another magician. Or worse, he thought. A black magician.

He looked down at his ring as dreadful possibilities began to form in his mind.

No, he told himself. Wait until you've heard the details.

He tied the sash of his robe about his waist, then hurried out of his room. Once outside the Magicians' Quarters, he strode across the courtyard to the building called The Seven Arches. The leftmost room of this building was the Night Room, where the weekly social gathering of magicians was held. The room at the center was the Banquet Room. On the right side of the building was the Day Room, a place created for receiving and entertaining important guests.

As Lorlen entered he blinked at the sudden brightness. The Night Room was all dark blue and silver but, in contrast, the Day Room was decorated in shades of white and gold, now lit by several globe lights. The effect was harsh.

Seven men stood in the center of the room. Lord Balkan and Lord Sarrin nodded to Lorlen. Director Jerrik was talking to the two Heads of Studies, Peakin and Telano. Lord Osen was standing next to the only man not wearing robes.

As Lorlen recognized Captain Barran, his heart sank. A magician was dead, and the captain investigating the strange murders was here. Perhaps the situation was as bad as he feared.

Balkan stepped forward to greet him. 'Administrator.'

'Lord Balkan,' Lorlen replied. 'I guess you'll want me to hold my questions until Lady Vinara, Administrator Kito and the High Lord arrive.'

Balkan hesitated. 'Yes. But I have not summoned the High Lord. My reasons will be explained soon.'

Lorlen endeavored to look surprised.

'Not Akkarin?'

'Not yet.'

They turned as the door opened. A Vindo magician entered. Kito's role as Expatriate Administrator kept him outside of the Guild and Kyralia most of the time. He had returned from Vin only a few days ago to deal with the rogue magician Dannyl was bringing for trial.

Lorlen remembered Akkarin's prediction: The Guild will lose interest in the murderer once Ambassador Dannyl arrives with the rogue, Lorlen.

If this is as bad as I fear, Lorlen thought, I think the situation will be quite the opposite.

As Balkan greeted Kito, Captain Barran approached Lorlen. The young guard managed a grim smile.

'Good evening, Administrator. This is the first time the Guild has brought my attention to a murder, instead of the other way around.'

'Really?' Lorlen replied. 'Who informed you?'

'Lord Balkan. It seems Lord Jolen managed to communicate with him briefly before he died.'

Lorlen's heart skipped. Did Balkan know who the murderer was, then? As he turned to regard the Warrior, the door of the Day Room opened again and Lady Vinara stalked into the room.

She looked around at the faces, noting who was present, then nodded to herself. 'You're all here. Good. I think, perhaps, we should be seated. We have a serious and shocking situation to deal with.'

Chairs at the sides of the room floated to the center. Captain Barran's expression was a mixture of fascination and awe as he watched the chairs arrange themselves into a circle. Once everyone was seated, Vinara looked at Balkan.

'I think Lord Balkan should begin,' she said, 'as he was the first to be alerted to the murders.'

Balkan nodded in agreement. He looked around the circle. 'Two hours ago my attention was caught by a mental call from Lord Jolen. It was very faint, but I heard my name and detected great fear. When I concentrated on it, however, all I caught was the identity of the caller, and the sense that he was being harmed by another - with magic - before the communication ended abruptly. I attempted to call Lord Jolen, but received no answer.

'I informed Lady Vinara of the communication, and she told me Lord Jolen was staying with his family in the city. She could not contact him either, so I decided to visit the family home. When I arrived, no servant came to open the door. I unlocked it, and found a terrible scene inside.'

Balkan's expression darkened. 'The entire household had been killed. I searched the house, discovering the bodies of Jolen's family and servants as I went. I investigated the victims, but could find nothing more than