Casket of Souls

overheard Duke Reltheus telling Kormarin that all was in place for the queen’s return, my lord.”
    “All what?”
    “That I don’t know, my lord.”
    “Thank you. Are you dining with anyone else interesting tonight?”
    “Not tonight, my lord. The theater is dark and I’m going to enjoy a much-needed rest.”
    Seregil looked the man over. “You hide it well, my friend. You look fresh as a spring morning.”
    Atre laughed, flashing white teeth. “Kind of you to say, my lord. Good day to you!”
    They arrived in Korathan’s sitting room to find Thero already there, and looking none too happy. Korathan was still in his robes, but the velvet hat was perched on the head of a nearby statue. Under different circumstances, Seregil might have found that amusing.
    “What in Bilairy’s name is going on?” the prince demanded. “My nobles are dying or being murdered and those who are still alive are fleeing! Now this!” He snatched a scroll from the desk and brandished it at the three of them. It still bore the blue ribbon and seal of a royal herald. “Protector General Sarien is dead!”
    “Murdered?” asked Alec.
    “I don’t know—yet. After reviewing the defenses at Yantis, he dined with the mayor and his family, went to bed, and never woke up. Not a mark on him, just like Laneus and the others. I have had the mayor, his family, and all the servants jailed until the drysians there determine if it was poison.” Korathan leveled a finger at them all. “I have given you time, and you’ve brought me nothing. And people continue to die. Are they all associated with these cabals?”
    “Perhaps Kormarin,” said Seregil. “I have it on relatively good authority that he was killed by guild assassins working for Kyrin’s side. The young lady and the page could be spies for one side or the other or not related at all. I’m sorry, Korathan. I wish I had more for you.”
    Korathan shook his head. “I didn’t think you three would fail me again.”
    The prince’s words stung. Beside him, Alec was blushing in shame.
    “If you could just give us a little longer—” Thero began.
    “Until how many more die?” Korathan cried. “No, I want the names of every cabal member you know of. Now!” He shoved a parchment across the table at them and set an inkwell and pen next to it. “All who are left, at least. I’m arresting the whole lot tonight.”
    Seregil took up the pen and began to write. As much as he hated including Malthus’s name on the list, he knew better than to omit it. The man had brought this on himself, but that didn’t make Seregil feel any better about it.
    Korathan took the list and scanned it, scowling. “My truth knower is going to be busy. Is there anything else you haven’t told me about them? Any other names?”
    “No, you have it all.”
    “What about husbands and wives?” Alec asked softly.
    “We have no evidence that any of them are involved,” Seregil put in quickly.
    “I’ll take that under consideration. That’s all.”
    Dismissed and disgraced, they bowed and took their leave.
* * *
    “You might have warned us,” Seregil grumbled as the three of them left the Palace.
    Thero rounded on him, pale eyes flashing, and whispered, “I didn’t know until I got there! If you two had paid more attention to the problem at hand, instead of haring off through the slums for Valerius, it might not have come to this. Who knows how many conspirators will escape now?”
    “We did all we could! And were we just supposed to abandon Myrhichia and Eirual?” Seregil retorted angrily, but deep down the wizard’s accusation struck home. Had they missed something important, all that time chasing ravens?
    Thero glared at him, then turned on his heel and collected his horse from a groom who was goggling at the argument. As he mounted, the wizard looked back and said, “I was going to send word. You should speak with Miya at the House.” With that he urged his horse into a trot and went his way.
    “Miya?” asked Alec.
    “He mentioned her that day at the Yellow Eel Street temple, when Korathan first began shoving the sick into the Ring. She’s old Teleus’s successor.”
    “I think we should go see her now.”
    Seregil shrugged. “Oh, I think we’re finished here, don’t you? Come on. Maybe we can be useful to someone.”
    Hearing her described as “old Teleus’s successor,” Alec was expecting Miya to be Thero’s age, but the wizardess was three hundred and fifty if she