Casket of Souls

when the Plenimarans attacked the Orëska House. He was the best versed in killing magic of any of us.”
    “What about his successor, Miya?” asked Valerius.
    “I think her studies have taken her in another direction, but she has all of her master’s books. I’ll speak with her.”
    As they stepped outside they were met by a group of Scavengers being overseen by a score of the City Watch.
    “What are you doing?” the temple drysian exclaimed in alarm as two Scavengers shouldered past him.
    “Vicegerent’s orders,” the bluecoat captain informed him, handing him a scroll with the prince’s seal of office dangling from it. “As of now, this part of the Ring is being sealed off. All the sick ones you have there must go back inside.”
    Looking past him, Alec saw a wagon loaded with boards and rocks, no doubt to build the barrier.
    “But you can’t just toss them in there!” the temple drysian cried. “What will become of them?”
    “They’ll be under your care, won’t they?” said Valerius.
    The man looked at him with horror. “You expect us to go in there?”
    “The Maker’s servants go where the need is greatest. They are your charges and you will attend to them. You, Captain!” He turned to the man in charge of the bluecoats. “Give my priests time to gather all they need and see that the sick are moved gently to some sheltered place. I won’t have you doing murder in the prince’s name and if you do, he’ll hear about it from me, understand?”
    “Of course, Brother Valerius!” the captain assured him, cowed as most were by the sheer force of the imposing drysian’s will and presence.
    Leaving Valerius to oversee the transfer, Alec drew Thero aside. “So what do you think?”
    “I think that if this is magic, then a quarantine isn’t going to solve the problem,” the wizard replied. He paused, frowning. “I wonder if we have this backward?”
    “How so?” asked Alec.
    “What if it isn’t what these raven folk take away? What if it’s what they leave behind that acts as some sort of telesm? If so, then you may have put yourself in danger, buying that stone the other day. The boy who bought it has already been struck down.”
    “May have?” Alec asked, suddenly uneasy. He’d had bad experiences in the past with strange magics.
    “It’s just a theory. Do you have it?”
    Alec took it from his purse and handed it to the wizard.
    “If that’s the case, though, then now you’re in danger, aren’t you?” asked Seregil.
    “I can seal it up so that it can’t be used by anyone from a distance.”
    “The little girl we found in the temple had only been given a sweetmeat,” Alec pointed out. “And she ate it, so there was nothing left to work magic through.”
    “What you eat becomes a part of you, doesn’t it?”
    “Just how certain are you that sealing the stone away will work?” asked Alec.
    Thero shrugged. “Reasonably certain.” Then, lowering his voice, “Can you find your way into the quarantined areas and look for more of these raven folk of yours tonight? I really need some item from them.”
    “We’re hosting Archduchess Alaya, Princess Elani, and her mother at the Golden Crane, to see the new tragedy. Reltheus and his wife are coming, as well. By the time we get out of that, the ravens will probably have gone to nest. But tomorrow we’ll look into it.”
    “Ah, I see. Then would you mind if I accompanied you to the theater?” Thero asked, surprising them both.
    “You
want
to go?” asked Seregil.
    “I’d like to have a closer look at Reltheus, and also reestablish my acquaintance with the princess royal. I can discreetly ascertain whether magic is being worked on her by any conspirators, as well. This would be the most innocuous way to do it, given that I’m known to be your friend.” He paused and raised an eyebrow at them. “And perhaps you’ll stop hounding me about it, too.”

 
    W HILE Thero had only come to the theater to meet Reltheus and Princess Elani, as he took his place with the others in the patrons’ box to await the royal arrivals, he had to admit he was impressed. The inside of the theater was beautifully done, with gilt, fine carvings, and an ornate proscenium.
    “It is always a pleasure to meet a wizard of the Orëska House,” Reltheus said, extending his hand. “Allow me to present my wife, Duchess Palmani.”
    The woman was very beautiful, and much younger than her husband. Her eyes shone as she took in Thero’s