Casket of Souls

Klia might be too trusting, but he kept that to himself for now. “The messages also mentioned ‘wolves.’ Seregil thinks that may refer to Urghazi Turma. They’re referred to as being too loyal.”
    “To whom? The queen or me?”
    “We don’t know for certain, but I assume to you.”
    “Do you think Elani is in any danger?”
    “There’s no evidence of that yet, but Seregil and Alec have recently been taken into the royal circle, thanks, ironically, to Reltheus himself.”
    “She must be protected at all costs! You have to go to Korathan with this.”
    “We need to gather more evidence before we risk implicating anyone. Seregil and Alec won’t be much good to me in the Tower, or me to you.”
    “I don’t like it, Thero. The longer I keep this from Phoria and Korathan, the worse it looks for me.”
    “I know, and I’m sorry. But do you really want a repeat of what happened with your mother, with the falsely accused traitors being executed? We could have lost Seregil then.”
    “Very well. But I want regular reports!”
    “Of course. It could be that Reltheus is merely beingcautious, considering you potential competition for the throne. My fear is that you may be in danger, one way or another. Do you have spies of your own?”
    “Yes, but they’ve never been called to spy on their own comrades.”
    “I’m afraid it’s necessary now.”
    “But what am I supposed to do about Danos? He’s a damn good captain, and I’ve never had any reason to doubt his loyalty to me or the regiment. Sakor’s Flame, Thero, it was his people who were killed the night the assassins came after me.”
    A ruse to throw off suspicion?
“Watch him. And you and your spies will need the key to the code.”
    Klia reached under the bed for a wax tablet and a stylus and copied down the specifics of the offset code. When they were done, she set the tablet aside and ran a hand over her chestnut widow’s peak. “Once again, I wish you were here, my friend.”
    “So do I,” Thero replied, heart beating a little faster at her words. “I miss our peaceful time in Aurënen.”
    “I do, too, very much. But this war can’t last forever. If nothing else, I’ll be back in a few months. You still owe me a round of cards, you know.”
    Thero smiled. “Of course. I look forward to it.” Then he paused. “How is the war progressing?”
    “Well, I think. We crossed the Folcwine two weeks ago and are in southern Mycena. Resistance is hardening against us, but Phoria believes we can break through.”
    “Sakor’s luck to you all. Be careful. I can’t bear finding you wounded every time I look in on you.”
    She grinned. “I’ll try, but no promises. Good night, my dear friend.”
    Thero closed the spell and sat for a moment, trying to hold her image in his mind a little longer, and the sound of her voice as she called him “dear friend.”
    It was all he dared hope for, but when he slept that night, his dreams were filled—as they so often were—with that sweet voice and lovely visage, and, tonight, the sight of a bandage encircling a slender bare leg.

 
    W HEN Thero was gone, Klia lay there for a moment, picturing his face and, as always, missing the wizard more for having had such a fleeting glimpse of him. During those precious, peaceful months together in Aurënen, she’d come to first like Thero, then something more began to develop—or so she thought. One moment they’d be laughing together, the next he’d be his old stiff and formal self again. But tonight, just before he’d broken off the spell, she was sure she’d seen him color when she called him “friend.”
    She had no time for such thoughts now. Pulling the blanket around her, she limped to the tent door, where two of Beka’s men were on guard duty. “Rider Yonus, send a runner for your captain. Where’s the major?”
    “Here.” Myrhini stepped from the shadows beyond the watch fire.
    “Come in, and close the flap.” Klia lowered herself into one of the chairs by the map table with her wounded leg stretched out in front of her. “We have a problem.”
    It was not unusual for Beka to be called to Klia’s tent. But Klia’s and Myrhini’s deadly serious expressions as she came in made her halt just inside the tent flap. “Commander?”
    “Come, sit with us,” Klia said, gesturing her to a stool very close to her own. She and the major appeared to be trying to keep anyone else from hearing. Beka soon understood why.
    “You’ve never