The High Lord

'So you suspect he read your mind when you were in Kyralia?'

'Maybe. Or maybe he did when he ordered me to return to the Guild.'

Irand's eyebrows rose. 'While you were in the mountains? That he can read minds at such a distance is extraordinary.'

'I doubt he could have if I had not answered his call. Once contact is established, however, he might have been able to see more than I intended.' Dannyl nodded at the letter. 'Read on, Tayend. There is one more paragraph.'

Tayend looked down at the letter. ' 'Your assistant has encountered these rebels before. He ought to be able to arrange an introduction.' How could he possibly know that?'

'I hoped you could tell me.'

The scholar frowned down at the letter. 'Everyone in Elyne has a secret or two. Some you talk about, some are best kept to oneself.' He glanced at Dannyl and Irand. 'A few years ago I was invited to a secret party by a man named Royend of Marane. When I declined, he assured me it wasn't what I thought, that there'd be no, ah, indulgences of the flesh or the mind. He said it would be a scholarly gathering. But his manner was furtive, and I took that as a warning and didn't attend.'

'Did he give any hints that he was offering magical knowledge?' Irand asked.

'No, but what other scholarly pursuits would ever need to be kept hidden? It is no secret that I was once offered a place in the Guild, but declined. And my inclinations are well known.' He glanced at Dannyl. 'So he knows I had magical ability, and could guess at my reasons for not accepting the robes.'

Irand nodded. 'The High Lord probably knows this, too. It makes sense that these rebels approach all who decline or are refused entry into the Guild.' He paused and looked at Dannyl. 'And while Akkarin clearly knows the truth about you, he has not recalled or denounced you. Perhaps he is more tolerant than the average Kyralian.'

A chill ran down Dannyl's spine. 'Only because I am useful to him. He would have me risk much for the sake of finding these rebels.'

'A man in his position must be willing to use those that serve him,' Irand said sternly. 'You chose to be a Guild Ambassador, Dannyl. Your role is to act on behalf of the High Lord in matters that are the domain and responsibility of the Guild. Sometimes carrying out that role means taking risks. Let's hope this task risks only your reputation, and not your life.'

Dannyl sighed and bowed his head. 'You're right, of course.'

Tayend chuckled. 'Irand's always right, except when it comes to cataloguing meth—' He grinned as the librarian turned to glare at him. 'So I guess if the rebels thought Dannyl had reason to resent the Guild, they might consider him as a potential recruit, too.'

'And teacher,' Irand added.

Dannyl nodded. 'And they would believe that if I proved uncooperative, they could blackmail me into silence by threatening to reveal my relationship with Tayend.'

'Yes. You must plan this carefully, however,' Irand cautioned.

They began to discuss ways to approach the rebels. Not for the first time, Dannyl was glad to have the librarian's confidence. Tayend had insisted several months ago that they tell his mentor about their relationship, assuring Dannyl that he would trust Irand with his life. To Dannyl's consternation, the old man hadn't been at all surprised.

As far as Dannyl and Tayend could tell, the rest of the Elyne court still believed Dannyl was oblivious to, and certainly didn't share, Tayend's attraction to men. Rothen had told Dannyl that similar rumors had circulated in the Guild, but had been quickly forgotten. Despite this, Dannyl still feared that the truth about him would reach the Guild, and he would be stripped of his position and ordered home.

Which was why he had been shocked and angered by Akkarin's request that he allow the rebels to find out the truth. It was difficult enough keeping his relationship with Tayend a secret. Allowing the rebels to know was a risk he did not want to take.

It was late when the knock came. Looking up from her desk, Sonea regarded the door of her room. Was it her servant bringing a late cup of hot raka? She lifted a hand, then stopped. Lord Yikmo, the Warrior who had trained her in preparation for the Challenge, always said a magician should avoid the habit of gesturing when using magic - it gave away a magician's intent. Hands still, she now willed the door to open. Takan stood in the corridor beyond.

'My Lady,' he said. 'The High Lord requests your presence in the library.'

She stared at him and felt her blood slowly turn cold. What did Akkarin want with her at this time of night?

Takan gazed at Sonea and waited.

Pushing her chair back, she rose and approached the doorway. As Sonea entered the corridor, Takan started toward the library. When she reached the door, she peered through.

A large desk stood at one side. The walls were covered in bookcases. Two large chairs and a small table were arranged at the center. Akkarin was sitting in one of the chairs. As she bowed, he gestured to the other, where a small book lay.

'This book is for you to read,' he said. 'It will help you with your studies on the construction of buildings with magic.'

Sonea entered the room and approached the chair. The book was small, bound in leather and very worn. She picked it up and opened it. The pages were filled with faded handwriting. She read the first few lines and drew in a quick breath. It was the diary of Lord Coren, the architect who had designed most of the Guild buildings, and who had discovered how to shape stone with magic.

'I don't think I need to tell you how valuable that book is,' Akkarin said quietly. 'It is rare and irreplaceable and,' his voice deepened, 'is not to leave this room.'

Sonea looked at him and nodded. His expression was serious, and his dark eyes bore into hers.

'You will not speak of it to anyone,' he added softly. 'Only a few people know it exists, and I would prefer it stayed that way.'

She took a step away as he pushed himself out of the chair and walked to the door. As he moved into the corridor she found that Takan was watching her with uncustomary directness, as if he was assessing her closely. She met his eyes. He nodded, as if to himself, then turned away. Two sets of footsteps faded into the distance. She looked down at the book in her hands.

Sitting down, she opened the cover and began to read:

I am Coren of Emarin, House Velan, and this is to be a record of my work and discoveries.

I am not one of those who writes an account of himself out of pride or habit or any need for others to know his life. There has been little in my past that I could not discuss with my friends or my sister. Today, however, I discovered a need to transcribe my thoughts to paper. I have encountered something that I must keep a solemn secret, yet at the same time I feel an urge to tell of it that cannot be denied.

Sonea looked to the top of the page and noted the date. She realized from her recent studies that at the time of writing this diary Lord Coren had been young, restless and in disfavor with his elders for drinking excessively and designing strange, impractical buildings.

I had the chest brought to my rooms today. It took some time to open it. I disengaged the magical locks easily enough, but the lid had rusted shut. I didn't want to risk damaging anything inside, so I took great care. When I finally had it open I was both disappointed and pleased. It was filled with boxes, so my first sight of the contents was very exciting. But as I opened each box I found only books inside. When I opened the last box I was greatly disappointed. I had found no buried treasure. Just books.

From what I have seen they are all records of some sort. I have been reading late into the night and much puzzles me. Tomorrow I will read some more.

Sonea smiled as she pictured the young magician locked away in his room reading. His following entries were haphazard, often skipping several days. Then came a short entry, underlined several times.

I know what I have found! These are the missing records!

He named some of the books, but Sonea did not recognize any of them. These missing volumes were 'full of forbidden knowledge' and Coren was reluctant to describe their contents. After a gap of several weeks there was a