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.The treasure she placed in a small cauldron, along with a chunk of beeswax and an assortment of magical powders.She placed the cauldron on the banked coals of her hearth.When the wax melted, she poured the whole of it into a candle mold and waited impatiently for the spell candle to set.She set it alight and watched as the treasure melted away with the candle, lending power to the spell.New runes etched themselves onto the electrum page.As she read, Keturah could feel the blood drain from her face drop by drop.The spell fragment spoke of the Unseelie Folk: dark fairies that haunted the mountains of Halruaa, mysterious creatures of such unfathomable evil even the drow were said to fear them.The rune that had been reversed and twisted was a charm of warding against these deadly fey folk."A warding reversed," she said slowly."So the spell Kiva cast was not a warding but a summoning!"Sweet Mystra! This explained why Dhamari had hesitated when she'd asked if they'd summoned the imp deliberately.The summoning was deliberate, but the imp's appearance had been a mistake, and a lucky one.Keturah was not certain she could have handled the dark creatures her students had intended to evoke!The Lady be praised, neither Dhamari nor Kiva was skilled enough to breach the boundaries between the world they knew and the hidden realm of the Unseelie Court.Keturah was not certain she herself could do so, and she had no desire to seek an answer.Dhamari would not try again: she had his wizard-word bond on it.But Kiva.Keturah leaped up from the table and looked around frantically for the scrap of parchment-important evidence if Kiva's ambitious were to be curtailed.The elf woman was a fledgling magehound.Keturah was not so young and idealistic to believe the Azuthans would rule against one of their own on her word alone.The clerics of Azuth, Lord of Wizards, were a minority in a land devoted to Mystra and were jealous guardians of their god's prestige and position.Most Azuthan priests were good men and women, but when faced with wizardly interference they became as defensive as cornered wolves.Keturah's eyes fell upon the brown-edged scrap, nearly lost in a tangle of wilting vines.It had fallen from the table while she worked her spells of inquiry.She dropped to her knees and reached for the parchment.Her fingers closed around a puff of green mist.It swirled through her fingers and wafted up to touch her face, and with it came a deep, green scent that was all too familiar.The mist abruptly disappeared, leaving Kiva's perfume lingering in the air like mocking laughter.The wizard responded with a shriek of agony.Tzigone muttered a phrase she'd picked up on the streets and stooped beside him.Quickly she tucked her mother's talisman back into his hand.His screams immediately subsided to a pathetic whimper."I want you to survive," she told him.Her voice was cold and her eyes utterly devoid of the playful humor that had become both her trademark and her shield."I'll find a way out of this place for both of us-and when this is all over, I'm going to kill you myself."Tzigone dragged herself from the vision and glared at the writhing, cowering Dhamari.Because illusion had such power in this place, she swore she could still smell the elf woman's perfume and the stench of sulfur in Dhamari's clothes.She shook the wizard, shouting at him in an attempt to raise him from his self-inflicted torpor.He only shied away from her, flailing his hands ineffectually and pleading with her not to impale him with her horns."Horns," she muttered as she rose her feet.For a long moment she watched the wretched man, a terrible person caught in a swamp of his own misdeeds.The urge to kick him was strong, but she shook it off."Grow a backbone, Dhamari! Thanks to you and Kiva, I can tell you from experience that it's possible to survive almost anything."Chapter FourThe waning moon rose unnoticed over the streets of Halarahh, its light shrouded by somber clouds rising from the pyres.Two dark-clad men slipped through the darkness to the wall surrounding the green-marble tower.Matteo followed as Basel Indoulur-a powerful conjurer and the lord mayor of Halar, Halarahh's sister city-moved confidently up the wall.The portly wizard climbed as nimbly as a lad, finding handholds and crevices in the smooth marble that the jordain's younger eyes could not perceive.But then, Basel had known Keturah very well, and probably had reason to know the tower's secrets.What surprised Matteo was how well the man could climb and how much pleasure he seemed to take in this small adventure despite the seriousness of their purpose.For the first time, Matteo saw a similarity between the wizard and Tzigone, who had been Basel's apprentice-and who was perhaps also his daughter.Matteo suspected that Basel might be his father, as well.Raised at the Jordaini College with no experience of family, Matteo nonetheless felt a bond between himself and these two disparate rogues, a bond as binding upon his heart as truth itself.The two men clambered over the wall and walked with quick-footed stealth through gardens fragrant with herbs.Dhamari, who had taken over the tower after Keturah's exile, had been a master of potions, and the narrow paths leading to the tower were nearly obscured by dense growth.The intruders made their way to the base of the tower without incident and stood for a moment eyeing the vines that seemed to erupt from the green-veined marble.Basel caught Matteo's eye.With a rueful smile, he dropped his gaze pointedly to his own rounded belly."I'm twice the man I was last time I climbed this tower.Unfortunately, I mean that quite literally.Are you sure we can't use the front door? What place in all Halruaa is denied to the king's counselor?""None, provided I wish to have my actions scrutinized by the city council.Dhamari is a casualty of war.He named Tzigone as successor to his tower, but she is also missing, and she has not named an heir.Until the Council of Elders rules on this matter, the tower will be sealed against magical intrusion.If we disturb the wards on the doors or attempt to enter the tower through magical means, Procopio Septus will hear of it.""Ah." Basel's face hardened."Better a knife at my throat than that man looking over my shoulder." He glanced at Matteo."I know he was your patron.""Never apologize for speaking truth.For what it's worth, Tzigone held a similar opinion of our lord mayor.She called him 'Old Snowhawk.'""Among other things, no doubt.Well, let's get this over with." Basel began the chant and gestures of a spell.Matteo had seen wizards employ cloaking spells before, but this was the first time he'd seen years peeled away by magic.Basel's face narrowed and firmed.Jowls lifted and disappeared, and the ravages cause by middle-aged resignation and too much good living faded away
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