Casket of Souls

shirt for bandages. When they had made the best job they could of binding the wound, Alec looked back at the corpses. “What do we do with them?”
    “Leave them,” said Seregil. “We’ll lock the place up again, until Thero can figure out what to do with all those bottles downstairs.”
    Alec gave him a worried look. “
If
he’s still alive.”
    “If he’s not, what do we do?” asked Micum. “Atre was no use, but Thero did get Mika’s soul restored, even if it was only by chance.”
    Neither Seregil nor Alec had an answer for that.
    After taking the bone necklace, several phials, and labeled bits of jewelry to show as proof to Korathan, they hid the door to Atre’s workroom behind piled crates again, to keep the rest of Atre’s cache safe until Thero—or some other wizard—could decide what to do with it. The bodies they left for Korathan to deal with. Locking the theater securely behind them, they began the long walk back for their horses.
    “What in Bilairy’s name took you two so long?” asked Seregil.
    “We nearly got arrested,” Alec told him. “The neighbors thought we were attacking Brader and called in the bluecoats. Brader ran, and I got away a moment later.”
    “How did you not get arrested?” Seregil asked Micum.
    “Told them Brader had gotten my daughter in trouble, and that I and her brother Alec were after him for it. That, and a little gold, worked a charm.”
    “I got here first and got the front door open and managedto get up in the box for a shot while you were all distracted.” Alec shook his head. “You three up onstage like that? It looked like a scene from one of Atre’s plays.”
    Seregil sighed. “I hate to admit it, but I am going to miss those.”

 
    T HE city woke to the sound of gongs and herald’s cries: “The queen is dead. Long live Queen Elani!” and “Princess Klia has led Skala to victory in the north!”
    Seregil and the others strode among knots and crowds, stunned as any of the citizens.
    “This must be what Klia sent that message to Thero for,” said Alec.
    All around them, householders and servants were already hanging black swags over front doors in acknowledgment of the royal mourning. Public mourning lasted a week, but for the royal family and court it would go on for much longer.
    “No more parties with Elani,” Seregil murmured. “I doubt we’ll see much of her for a while.”
    “And Klia led the army to victory!”
    “As the last royal left on the field, it was her right to take command.”
    “Beka always said the army loved Phoria. If they thought Klia had any hand in it, they wouldn’t have followed her. So that’s the end of the cabals?”
    Seregil shrugged.
    Some people they passed were now quietly celebrating the victory or mourning the fallen queen. Others were grumbling that the death and the mourning period put off the time for the public victory feast the queen would give for the city, and had shut down theaters, brothels, taverns, and the like.
    The house in Gannet Lane was still shuttered when theyarrived there to collect their horses, which fortunately were still where they’d left them.
    “Do you think Korathan arrested all of them?” Alec wondered.
    “I imagine so,” Seregil replied with a twinge of regret. Merina and Brader had seemed like a devoted couple, and there had been no mistaking how much the man loved his children, even to his dying breath.
    “I hope he was telling the truth about the others not being involved,” said Alec, as if reading his thoughts.
    “So do I,” said Micum. “I don’t regret the killing of either of them, but the thought of those fatherless children …” He kept the rest of his thoughts to himself.
    They parted ways at the Temple Precinct, Micum and Alec going back to the inn with Illia’s phial and good news, and Seregil heading for the Dalnan temple to ascertain Thero’s condition.
    “What have you done to yourself now?” Valerius asked when he saw Seregil’s sad condition.
    “Never mind that. Is Thero all right?”
    “See for yourself,” the drysian told him, leading him to a guest room off the library.
    To Seregil’s considerable surprise and great relief, he found the wizard sitting up in bed. He was pale as bleached linen, except for the angry red weal on his neck where the needle had struck him, but his eyes were clear and alert as he rasped out, “Illia? Did you get the phial?”
    “Yes. Micum has it at the inn. By the Light!” Seregil pulled up