The House Of Gaian

about the feel of the puppy’s fur and its eagerness to belong to someone.
    She would give the innkeeper her answer in the morning. The puppy would stay here a while longer, waiting for her in a land that flowed with the power of life while she rode to a place that would be a banquet for Death.

 

     
     

Chapter 46

 

     
     

     
    waning moon
     
    Adolfo walked into the small clearing. He’d spent the entire morning searching for the right place—a place within the cover of the trees just beyond the field with the tumbled stones, a place shielded from the eyes of curious men.
    Now, as afternoon waned toward evening, he studied everything carefully to be sure his Inquisitors had followed his orders. Finally, he nodded once to show approval—and was amused to see the relief in their faces ... and the curiosity they allowed to show now that they knew they wouldn’t be reprimanded for some oversight.
    “Leave now,” Adolfo said. “This is delicate work, and I must focus all my power as the Master Inquisitor to take the foul magic of our enemy and transform it into a weapon that will be used against them. I must not be disturbed. I will summon you when the task is done and we are ready for the next step.”
    One by one, the Inquisitors left the clearing, their eyes flicking from the cage covered with blankets to the witch tied to a stool. But they asked no questions, and when this was all over, none of them would ever dare question him, even in their own minds. When they finally saw what he could do, they would know having a dead arm had not diminished the power the Witch’s Hammer could wield. They would do anything for him, be anything for him. They would know that the foulness in Sylvalan that had crippled his body had not really crippled him at all. And when they’d cleansed this land of the witches and the barons and the Fae who stood in the way of men ruling what was rightfully theirs, his Inquisitors and the barons in Sylvalan, Arktos, and Wolfram would know once and for all that he was the true power in the world.
    And everything would be as it was meant to be.
    Adolfo walked to the cage and adjusted the blankets covering it to create a small opening. The creatures stirred, drawn to the sliver of light. One of them started whimpering. They must have consumed the food his Inquisitors had put in the cage—or had lost interest in it.
    He moved away from the cage and bent his will into creating a circle of power that would contain what he was going to do. What he sent into the circle would remain within the circle until it was absorbed by flesh that would be twisted and transformed into something glorious and deadly.
    Once the circle of power was completed, he turned his attention to the witch. Not much of a witch.
    Barely a witch, despite the initial stink of magic he’d sensed when she was revealed to him. If she’d been merely a hedge witch, she would have been no use to him. He would have handed her over to the guards to enjoy. But she had enough connection with the branch of earth that he could use her as a channel for power. Her own strength might not have been enough to transform all five of the creatures, but the land here was saturated with magic, more than he’d felt anywhere else. So she would be his tool for draining that power to feed his spell.
    More whimpers from inside the cage. The witch, bridled and blindfolded, whimpered too.

    Placing his right hand on her shoulder, Adolfo began draining the magic out of her, drawing it into himself.
    Tapping into the power in the land once he’d drained her own pittance of magic. More. And more, until he was so swollen with power he thought his skin would burst.
    Then he raised his hand and released the power in a fierce wave, twisting it as he sent it flying into the cage, as he said the words, “Twist and change. Change and twist. Become what I would make of thee.
    As I will, so mote it be.”
    Power crashed into the cage, snapping a few of the wooden bars as it sought living flesh. It crackled in a way that grated on the ears, dazzled the eyes with tiny bolts of lightning.
    Finally, the power he’d gathered was spent. He waited, listening. When he heard faint stirrings from inside the cage, he released his breath in a deep sigh of satisfaction. He hadn’t been sure these creatures would survive the transformation. They were much larger than the squirrels or birds that were usually changed when Inquisitors twisted magic and sent it back