War of Power (The Trouble with Magic Book 3) (27 page)

Removing the concealment which had so effectively deceived the Vedrans, the watcher slipped quietly out. He had seen all he needed to. Tomorrow would be soon enough.

Night had long fallen by the time the ‘Ambition’ nosed up to her berth in Vellethen. Symon had spent the greater part of the return voyage questioning the crew of ‘Sea Mist’, listening to their subdued chatter, and gathering as much information as he could about the events which had overtaken them. He took no consolation from finding there was little conflict in the sailors’ descriptions of the sudden storm and the actions of Karryl and Dhoum. Although not even pretending to understand quite how they did it, each one to a man was in complete agreement that the pair had undoubtedly been instrumental in saving the lives of the entire crew. Captain Finn, while mourning the loss of his ship, had no choice but to agree that things could have been far worse.

The ship safely berthed and the crew of Sea Mist ready to go ashore, Jack hurried across the foredeck. Captain Finn, a thick blanket still wrapped around his broad shoulders, stood beside the rail, looking out across the dark waters of the harbour. He turned at the sound of Jack’s footsteps.

The spymaster turned temporary sea-captain nodded and leaned beside him against the rail. “Take your crew ashore now Captain Finn. Lodgings and food will more than likely be found ready for you at the ‘Flag and Anchor’.”

Finn continued to gaze out across the water. “No doubt we’ll have to stay for the inquiry?”

Jack released a deep sigh of sympathy. “I’m afraid so. Hopefully it won’t be too long in coming.”

The older man turned and glared at Jack. “Hopefully, is it? My crew have lost everything. They have no money, and wear borrowed clothes. All they and I want is another ship and to return to Arinel.” His voice rose as he swung his arm in a gesture which encompassed the ship. “And am I to be compensated for the loss of ‘Sea Mist’? I’m thinking that’s very unlikely.” He thrust his face towards Jack’s and lowered his voice. “So what would stop me and my crew taking this fine ship, and you and your crew going ashore instead?”

Holding himself in check, the spymaster continued to lean against the railing. “I’ll make allowances and forget you said that, Captain Finn. King’s man I may be, but any one of us can succumb to stress in different ways. You shall have a ship, and soon, but not by force.”

He placed a hand on Finn’s shoulder. “Take your men ashore quietly now, Captain. We are none of us unscathed, and Master Symon and I still have a long night ahead of us.”

Finn’s only response was to hunch his shoulder away from Jack’s hand, and favour him with a sullen glare before stomping off to join his crew gathered in a huddle at the top of the gangplank. Pushing to the front, the disgruntled captain gave them a curt nod and led them down to the dockside.

One thing Symon and Jack Parry were not expecting was a reception committee. Symon’s heart began to pound as he caught sight of the tall figure, cloak fluttering in the night air, surrounded by a half dozen palace guards. Beyond them a crowd of citizens shuffled and jostled as close as they dared, murmurs of speculation filling the air as they anxiously awaited the crew’s arrival. Her dark hair catching the light of the dockside lamps, Lady Evalin remained unmoving as the crew of the ‘Sea Mist’ disembarked. Captain Finn hurried towards her. With a slight shake of her head she lifted one hand and unsmiling, motioned him towards the flanking semi-circle of grim-faced guards. Still shaken and bewildered, the remainder of the crew milled around, their expressions betraying dismay and confusion. Noticing his captain’s grim expression, the bo’sun shepherded them into a huddle well away from the waiting onlookers.

With obvious reluctance Symon started down the gangplank, Jack close on his heels. Only when Symon’s foot touched the coping stone of the dockside did Evalin begin to move towards him, pulling her cloak closely around her against a light but chill breeze lifting off the sea, setting clothing and pennants fluttering. Magician and lady gazed at each other, each one’s eyes reflecting the other’s pain.

Almost afraid to ask the question, Symon, his suspicions aroused, looked across at the small crowd. “Why are they here? In the name of D’ta, what else has happened?”

Evalin held out her hand towards him and gave him a wan smile. “Dear Master Symon. It is not as bad as it would first appear. You know how news travels in this city. Somehow these people got word of the shipwreck.” She turned to watch the crowd which was still being swelled by new arrivals. “It would seem that they have also heard that Karryl was aboard. There is little doubt that these are sympathisers. To be sure I sense no hostility in them.”

Returning her gaze to the ship, her eyes gave voice to the question. Symon’s expression provided an answer she neither wanted nor needed. Murmurs of consternation began to rise from the increasingly restless crowd, as Sea Mist’s crew found themselves surrounded by guards and escorted from the dock in the direction of the ‘Flag and Anchor’.

With a hand placed gently under Evalin’s elbow, Jack guided her to one side. He kept his voice low. “With all due respect my lady, I think it would be as well to get those men, especially Captain Finn, returned to Arinel as soon as possible. They won’t be taking kindly to being shut away.”

Evalin raised an eyebrow as the corner of her mouth twisted slightly. Jack didn’t fail to notice the dangerous glint in her deep blue eyes. “And what would you suggest Master Parry? Should Master Symon and myself magic them back to the isle one by one in only their small-clothes?”

Jack stood his ground. “I wasn’t thinking of anything so extreme. Get them a hot meal and bath, give them chance to acquire a change of clothing and provide them with a ship. They’ll recover far quicker than if they were forced to kick their heels in Vellethen for days on end. “

Symon had wandered over and caught the tail end of the conversation. “I’m inclined to agree. After all, we have first hand reports of the whole incident. Perhaps we could ask Captain Finn to go through the details once more, but after that I think they would be better off in the environment they know best.”

The little magician gave an assertive nod to confirm his opinion before tilting his head to one side and looking expectantly up into Evalin’s face.

She returned his gaze for a long moment, then gave Jack a thin smile. “It would seem I must concede.” She folded her arms under her cloak and straightened her shoulders. “But will you be telling me, Master Parry, what shall we give them for a ship?”

Jack feigned innocence. “We could grant Captain Finn’s wish. Let him take the ‘Ambition’. He…er…he admired it greatly as we were entering harbour.”

Both Evalin’s eyebrows rose. “Did he indeed? Be that as it may, it is not in my power or yours to simply hand over a King’s ship, whatever the reason.”

Symon and Jack both took a breath to protest, but Evalin held up a hand to forestall them. “Your crew are remaining on board, Master Parry?”

Jack confirmed with a nod, and Evalin turned to face the crowd of onlookers who were gradually dispersing, some quite clearly intending to follow the Sea Mist’s crew to the inn. “Very well. We shall return with all haste to the palace. Vailin must be consulted. If he agrees, then that is what shall be done.”

Like a fast cutter under sail, she moved through a lane made for her by her guards. She climbed into the waiting carriage, leaving Jack and Symon staring after her rapid but dignified departure.

Jack watched until Evalin’s carriage had disappeared through the dock gate before turning to Symon who seemed to be gazing vacantly at some point in the middle distance. “It would have been nice to have been offered a ride up to the palace. Did we do something to upset her?”

Pulled from his reverie, Symon glanced at Jack and gave a low chuckle. “Not at all. The lady just thinks that the idea of Captain Finn having the ‘Ambition’ is preposterous. I could see it in her eyes although she didn’t say so in so many words. She just wants to get to Vailin before we do.” His grey eyes twinkled as his round face creased in a mischievous grin. “I think she might be disappointed though.”

Jack rolled his eyes upwards. “I suppose that means we have to do that flying thing again?”

Symon returned a wry grimace. “I’m afraid so, Master Parry. As much as I would like to call at the inn, I doubt we would achieve much. Our presence at the palace will, I feel, prove far more productive.”

Jack nodded, his eyes slightly wild. Jamming his cap firmly on his head, he held out his other slightly trembling hand towards the diminutive magician. “Come on then. Let’s get it over with.” He released a long tortured sigh. “This makes me feel more sea-sick than any storm.”

Before he could utter another word Symon had seized his outstretched arm, the air shimmered, and the dock lay empty under a blanket of star-strewn, moonlit sky.

* * *

The pair materialised just far enough from Vailin’s apartment door to avoid being run through by the pike of a guard who was very much awake and took his post very seriously. Startled, Jack stepped quickly back. His face pale, either from the sudden and unexpected threat or the ordeal of translocation, he leaned with a sigh of relief against the corridor wall. Holding up a restraining hand towards the profusely apologising guard, Symon gave him a magnanimous smile and reached into a hand-sized niche, set into a small arched alcove. As he tugged on the slender bell-pull, Symon felt confident that even at this late hour Jobling would not be far away. The door was opened almost immediately from inside. To his surprise and a certain amount of chagrin, Symon could clearly see beyond Jobling that Lady Evalin had already arrived. She stood beside Vailin in the centre of the room, the anxiety in her dark blue eyes emphasised by the thin grim line of her mouth.

She began to pace as the young king hurried forward. “Master Symon, Master Parry. Can you tell me anything good that will alleviate this catalogue of disaster?”

Uncertain for once in his life as to what to say, Symon shook his head. An appeal in his tired eyes, he turned to Jack.

Straightening his shoulders, the spymaster snatched off his cap and took a step forward, his normally relaxed manner with his king replaced by one of tense deference. “Not to put too fine a point on it Your Majesty, quite frankly we have no idea what has happened to either Master Karryl or to Dhoum. All the crew could tell us was that they had both lashed themselves to the mast before the ship was overwhelmed.”

Pausing for a moment, he looked at each of the room’s occupants in turn. “There was nothing found of them when the crew were pulled out of the water.”

Vailin listened intently as Jack continued to give details of the rescue and extended search. As if he could no longer bear to listen, Symon stumbled to a chair and slumped into it, his hands over his face.

Seeing his obvious distress, Evalin ceased her pacing and crossed the room to crouch down beside his chair. “Don’t be giving way to despair Master Symon. It seems to me that we must conduct a wider search.”

Something in the tone of her lilting voice told Symon she already had something in mind.

Taking his hands from his face, he forced a weak, almost hopeless smile. “What else can we try?”

Even as he asked the question the answer came to him, so simple he could only think that the stress of recent events had blinded him to the obvious. He sat bolt upright “Of course! Another scrying!”

Evalin’s eyebrows rose, her eyes wide. “To be sure I never thought of that, but it may well be the better option.”

Symon tilted his head to one side, his eyebrows gathered in a frown. “Why? What else did you have in mind?”

Evalin looked a little bashful. “Well, to be honest, I was in half a mind to try calling the Lammergeyers.”

The little magician thought for a moment, then folded his tiny hands across his stomach. “I wouldn’t want to pour cold water on the idea dear lady, but…don’t you think that if either Karryl or Dhoum were able they would have already done just that?”

A deep silence fell over the room. Vailin, Jack and Evalin all stared open-mouthed at Symon, his words hanging like dark clouds of doom on the still air. For long moments, no-one spoke.

The tension-laden atmosphere, pregnant with foreboding, was dispelled by Vailin’s deep measured tones. “For now, no-one is to do anything.”

Four pairs of eyes regarded the young monarch, but their owners’ faces showed only one expression; undisguised disbelief.

In a pre-emptive gesture, Vailin held up one hand. “All that can be done
has
been done. It only remains now to wait.”

An air of resignation settled over the room as Vailin lapsed into deep thought. His eventual decision brought mixed reactions. “Master Parry; please inform Captain Finn that the ‘Ambition’ will be signed over to him in the morning. Master Gibb will meet you both at the docks with the necessary paperwork.”

He gave Evalin a long flat stare as she opened her mouth to speak. Her chin jutting with obvious disapproval, she folded her arms and stared back in stony silence.

The long impasse was broken when, craving the king’s indulgence, Jack Parry made his apologies, and set off for the ‘Flag and Anchor’, leaving the three most influential people in the land to wrestle with their tortured consciences.