The Shadow Of What Was Lost

Chapter 19

Asha stared out the window, still trying to come to grips with everything Elocien had just told her.

"And Wirr - Torin - could change the Tenets. By himself," she repeated, dazed.

"Only once I die, so hopefully not too soon," said Elocien wryly. "But yes. We suspect that’s why these attacks have been happening - whoever was searching for him must have known he was at a school, but not which one. The first two attacks were probably to flush him out." He shook his head, expression rueful. "Which we knew at the time, and did everything we could to bring him home quietly… but it looks like we still obliged whoever was looking for him."

Asha nodded slowly, taking a moment to compose herself, to digest what the duke had revealed over the past few minutes. Wirr, the Northwarden’s son. It was almost too ludicrous to contemplate… and yet she knew Elocien was telling her the truth. Now that she really looked, she could even see the physical resemblance between the two.

She closed her eyes, trying to sort through her churning emotions. Wirr was the reason Caladel had been attacked. Why Davian and her other friends had died. Her stomach burned with a flash of irrational, white-hot anger, which thankfully faded just as quickly. It was tempting to blame Elocien for bringing that danger to their doorstep, but it wasn’t his fault - nor Wirr’s, nor the Tol’s. It was the fault of whoever had attacked. Whoever had targeted her friend in the first place.

"Who would even have known about his situation?" she asked eventually, trying to keep her voice steady. "It can’t have been a big list."

Elocien shrugged. "Bigger than you would think - the entire Athian Council, for a start. Nashrel made it a condition of helping me. Said he wouldn’t go behind their backs." He made a face. "He knew Torin was at Caladel, but everyone else was kept in the dark about the specific location. That’s one of the reasons I’ve been reluctant to exchange information with them."

"You think it’s one of them?"

Elocien sighed. "Maybe. Truth be told, someone could just as easily have slipped up. A stray word near the wrong ear… it wouldn’t have taken much."

Asha responded with an absent nod, still lost in thought. According to Elocien, Wirr’s body hadn’t been amongst the dead at Caladel, which meant that he might still be alive. It was wonderful news, of course… but even so she found herself frowning a little, the expression fortunately hidden from the duke’s view as she gazed out the window.

It had only been an hour since she’d arrived at the palace, and yet as far as she could tell, Elocien had told her everything. Everything. She’d hoped he would be forthcoming, of course, but this much trust so soon after meeting her for the first time felt… strange. She couldn’t say why, but the entire situation was making her uneasy.

She bit her lip. Perhaps, at least in part, her discomfort was because the revelations had changed things so much. She couldn’t give the Shadraehin this information - couldn’t have Wirr’s plight used against his father, no matter how well-intentioned the Shadows' purpose. She didn’t know what the consequences of withholding the truth from Scyner might be, but that was something she would have to worry about later.

"I still can’t believe Wirr’s your son," she said after a while, even now bemused at the thought. "Sorry - Torin. It’s going to take me a while to get used to that."

"I expect he will too. Assuming…." Elocien’s expression clouded, and he took a deep breath. "I just hope he’s safe. Not knowing if he escaped, or was captured, or…." He shook his head. "It’s been hard, searching for him without knowing who’s behind all this, and especially doing it without Administration’s knowledge. My resources have been more limited than I’m accustomed to."

"What are your resources?" asked Asha curiously.

"I have various people… some owe me favours, others are friends who have nothing to do with Administration and are smart enough not to ask questions." Elocien shrugged. "Here in the palace, there are only three people I trust. They’re the ones I want you to work with." He stood. "Speaking of which - wait here. I’ll find them and make the introductions. We can go from there."

Asha paced for a while once Elocien had left, still trying to process the implications of what she’d been told. Even the beauty on show outside the window – the immaculately kept gardens, and beyond the elegant, clean lines of the city stretching away to the harbour far below – did little to distract her.

After a few minutes the sound of voices outside the door stopped her mid-step. She looked up as the duke entered, followed by three people close to Asha’s age.

Elocien took a seat, gesturing for Asha to do the same. He stared at her intently for a few moments.

“So. These are the people you will be working with,” he said eventually. “Ashalia – this is Kol, Fessi, and Erran. Perhaps the most important people in Ilin Illan right now.”

Asha felt her brow furrow as she turned to the three, all of whom wore the simple clothing of serving folk. Erran she recognised as being the mousy-haired boy from earlier that day, the servant who had been with Elocien in Tol Athian. The one called Kol was enormous, all muscle; even sitting down he seemed to loom over everyone else in the room. Still, when he looked at Asha his expression was more anxious than anything else.

The last of them, Fessi, was a girl about Asha’s age, maybe a year older. She had dark, straight hair and a plump figure.

In all, they seemed entirely unremarkable.

“It’s nice to meet you,” said Asha politely, knowing her confusion was probably evident on her face.

There was a short, slightly uncomfortable silence, and then Erran gave an awkward cough. “We’re like your friend Davian,” he explained. “We’re Augurs.”

The silence was longer this time as Asha stared between the three and Elocien in disbelief.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said. It had to be some sort of trick. It had to be.

Elocien gave her an apologetic smile. “Yes, you do. Erran Read you, back at the Tol. I wouldn’t have risked telling you about Torin or any of this otherwise.”

“Sorry,” said Erran, sounding sincere.

Asha shook her head, perhaps more dazed now than she had been after learning about Wirr. The duke was using Augurs? “But you’re the Northwarden - an Administrator! I thought….” She trailed off.

Elocien’s smile slipped, and he sighed. “You thought that I must want the Augurs dead. I understand. I helped write the Tenets and the Treaty, and I’ve done things in my past I’m not proud of. But I’m trying to make up for that now, Ashalia - particularly with what we are doing here." He grimaced. "As for the other Administrators, I rein them in where I can. Truly. If I hear about abuses of the Treaty, I punish those responsible as harshly as the law allows. But the types of people who are attracted to the job… well, I’m sure you’ve met enough of them. Let’s just say it is an uphill battle.”

Asha indicated her provisional acceptance of Elocien’s explanation with a bemused nod, turning her attention to the three Augurs. The people she was going to be working with. They were so… young.

Erran glanced sideways at Elocien, who gave him a grim nod.

"You’re not sure whether to believe us," observed Erran quietly. "Allow me to demonstrate."

Before Asha could react he took two quick steps forward, placing his hand against her forehead.

The building was quiet.

Asha frowned. Even at this early hour, before dawn, Administration’s main building should have been humming with activity. There were lights flickering cheerfully in the windows, but no movement, no noise.

Something was wrong.

She walked inside, going cold as she saw the body. The young man who had been at the front desk twisted slightly as the breeze swept in the open front door. His face was purple and black, swollen, bloated folds of skin almost hiding the noose around his neck.

Asha touched the sword at her side, bile and unease swirling in her stomach. The motion was mostly for self-reassurance; whoever had done this, had done it hours ago. She headed towards the stairs, feet leaden, the utter silence feeding her dread.

Even after what she’d seen below, she was still unprepared for the sight that met her as she reached the second floor passageway.

The hallway was lined with bug-eyed corpses, each one shifting and turning gently in an eerie, slow-motion dance as they hung from the rafters. Some of the distended faces stared blankly at her as she steadied herself against the wall, light-headed for a moment. Eventually, she took a deep breath and started through the gauntlet of the dead, wincing whenever she had to push a limp, cold limb out of her path.

Most of the rooms she passed had more hangings. Men and women she knew, some little more than children - all of whom had been so eager to take the Oath, to come here and serve. She wondered what they’d thought in those last moments… or if they’d even known what was happening. There were no signs of struggle, no indication that any of them had put up a fight. Not anywhere.

Finally Asha reached her office. Her assistant, Genia, swung listlessly in front of the door. Bile threatened to rise in Asha’s throat again as she remembered asking the young girl to work late last night.

She looked away, collecting herself before entering.

At first glance, her office seemed untouched… until she saw the slip of paper, out of place on the always-tidy desk. A note.

Hands shaking, she picked it up. There was only one word on it.

Stop.

She crumpled the piece of paper and shoved it in her pocket, fear and horror melting away beneath sudden, white-hot rage. She should have known he was responsible for this.

The Shadraehin had gone too far this time.

Asha gasped as the scene faded and the room snapped back into focus.

Erran lowered his hand, giving her an apologetic look before retreating to the other side of the room. She stared at him.

"What was that?" she whispered.

"A memory," said the duke. "My memory, from not more than a month ago. The Shadraehin’s reaction to our trying to cut off his food supply."

He watched her expectantly.

Asha stared at him in disbelief for a long few seconds, heart pounding as she suddenly understood.

Erran had Read her at the Tol. They knew.

"How can I believe you?" she asked, trying not to let her hands shake. "How do I know you’re not making this up, or that the Shadraehin was even behind it?" She shook her head. "How could a Shadow, or even a group of Shadows, do what you just showed me?"

"We don’t know, but it happened. Memories aren’t something Erran can create," the duke replied quietly. "It’s not just that attack, though. Since we first heard of the Shadraehin a year ago, more and more Administrators have been turning up dead. Regular folk, too, sometimes. Each body is left with a note, explaining why the Shadraehin believed they had to die." He looked her in the eye. "I can show them to you. Or you can read the reports, if you need something further."

Asha stared at them for a few seconds, stomach churning. "Why are you telling me this?"

"You know the answer. When Erran Read you, he saw your deal with the Shadraehin. But he convinced me that you’d entered into the agreement without understanding the man you were dealing with - that you are, in fact, someone worth trusting." Elocien shrugged. "That, your history of keeping an Augur’s secret, and the fact you were friends with my son convinced me to let you come this far."

"And now?"

"Now you know the truth, and you have a choice. Us, or him." Elocien’s expression was grave. "I’m hoping that after what you just saw, you’re not going to want to have anything more to do with him. I’m hoping that now you know about Torin, about what I’m trying to do for the Gifted, you wouldn’t consider letting the Shadraehin use him as leverage. I’m hoping that my arranging such a prestigious position for you here will give you another avenue to help the Shadows, one that is less violent than the alternative he offers."

He sighed. "Under better circumstances I would ask you to help me capture him, too, but that isn’t a game I have time to play at the moment. The deal is simple: you stay away from him and his people. You tell them nothing. You have complete loyalty to us."

Elocien hesitated. "And though your word on that is important, you should also know that Erran will be Reading you if you give it. Any hint of a doubt on your part, and he will erase your memory of everything you’ve been told here. It’s tricky, but I’ve seen him do it before. You’d stay on as Representative, but would remember nothing of this. And you would be shut out of the investigation into the attacks entirely."

There was silence for a few seconds as Asha gathered her thoughts. Though she didn’t want to believe it, somehow she knew that the duke’s memory was real - that what she’d seen had actually happened. She shuddered as she remembered the eerie crowd of slowly swinging bodies. It wasn’t as if she had experienced it in a detached way, either. She remembered being there. Remembered her disgust, her fury at the Shadraehin.

"You have my word," she said softly.

Elocien and the others all looked at Erran, who was staring intently at her. There were a few anxious seconds of silence, and then he nodded, giving her the slightest of smiles.

"She means it."

There was a collective sigh as the tension went out of the room, and Elocien smiled at her. "Then I am glad I took the risk."

"So is she," noted Erran.

“Don’t, Erran.” It was Fessi, her tone reproving. “She doesn’t know how to shield herself yet. You’ve done your job. Leave her be.”

“You’d do it if you were able to, Fess,” Erran grumbled, but he kept silent.

On the couch, Kol stirred for the first time.

“I cannot say I like this,” he said bluntly, never taking his eyes from Asha. Something about his expression seemed almost fearful.

Elocien grimaced. “It had to happen, Kol. I couldn’t be your Scribe forever. You knew that.”

“But it did not have to be now.” Kol shook his head, clearly angry. “And not with her. How are we supposed to trust her, after she made a deal to spy on you - with the Shadraehin of all people? She may be loyal now, but what is to stop her from changing her mind again?" He held up his hand preemptively as both Elocien and Erran opened their mouths to protest. "I know what you are going to say, and it doesn’t change my mind. In my opinion, this puts us all in danger.” With that, he rose and walked out the door.

The girl called Fessi stared after him, her face set in a confused frown. “I apologise, Ashalia,” she said, pushing a long wisp of hair from her face. “He’s not usually like this… I don’t know what came over him. We’ll get better acquainted later, I’m sure.” She hurried out the door after Kol.

“I think I know,” murmured Elocien, so quietly that Asha wasn’t sure she was supposed to hear it.

There were a few moments of silence, then Elocien sighed, turning to Asha. “That part didn’t go as smoothly as I’d hoped,” he admitted. “Don’t worry about Kol - he’s overreacting, but I’m sure he will calm down soon enough. Still… before we go any further, I do need you to swear to me that none of this will leave this room. I’m not just talking about the Shadraehin this time, obviously. Needless to say, if word of what we are doing here got out, it would be disastrous. Not even my brother knows about it.”

Asha hesitated. “And what, exactly, are you doing here? There’s clearly more to this than just trying to find out what happened at Caladel.”

“That’s true,” acceded the duke. “We’re protecting Andarra. The Augurs use their talents to help me inform my advice to the king. It’s saved lives many times.”

Asha’s eyes narrowed. “That’s all you use it for?”

Elocien shrugged. “I don’t use it for personal gain, if that’s what you mean.”

“None of us would be doing this if he was,” supplied Erran.

Asha hesitated, then nodded. There was no way to verify any of it, but for now she had no choice but to trust them.

“Very well," she said. "You have my word that I’ll not speak of this to anyone.”

The Northwarden glanced over at Erran, who studied Asha for a second, then nodded. “She’s nothing if not truthful,” he said cheerfully.

Asha avoided looking in Erran’s direction, suddenly self-conscious. Knowing it was that easy for him to Read her sent a shiver up her spine, regardless of her having nothing to hide.

“So how do I fit in to all this?” she asked, still a little dazed at the turn of events.

“Two ways.” Elocien leaned forward. “The most pressing being that I cannot continue to meet with Erran or the other two in secret. As the king’s brother, meeting with anyone privately is cause for speculation. If someone starts to notice I’m regularly going into a Lockroom with people who are, ostensibly, servants” – he paused, shooting Erran an apologetic look – “ it will raise some questions.”

“We’ve been getting by with me as Elocien’s manservant,” explained Erran, “ but the problem is, I’m not very good at it. People around here tend to notice things like that, and then start wondering what the real reason is that the duke keeps me around. It’s unlikely they’d guess the truth, but too much attention in itself could cause trouble.”

“As Athian’s Representative, you’ll have an excuse to meet with me every few days,” Elocien continued. “Normally that falls to the senior Representative, but I’ll insist it’s you. That shouldn’t raise any questions; given who I am, I doubt anyone will think it amiss that I’m more comfortable with a Shadow than one of the Gifted. In fact, I’ve already started spreading it around that it was me who made Athian send a Shadow as one of their Representatives - a kind of penance for their return.”

“But won’t that draw more attention to me?”

“Yes, but it’s the right kind of attention," said Elocien. "You’ll be a curiosity for a few days, and then people will… dismiss you, to an extent. If you’re only here because Tol Athian is being punished, they won’t think of you as much of a threat.” He grimaced. “I want to be honest about what you should expect. People will ignore you, sneer at you behind your back, perhaps tell you to your face that you shouldn’t be here. I doubt anyone outside of those you’ve already met will be friendly. But nobody will fear you, or watch your movements. And that’s what we need.”

Asha nodded, trying to keep the disappointment from her face.

“So I can meet with you without raising suspicion, and I can talk to the Augurs without anyone noticing,” she said. “Is my sole purpose to be passing messages?”

Elocien smiled at that. “Not at all. As Kol so graciously brought up before, the main reason you’re here is to become our Scribe.”

“A Scribe?” Asha knew the word, of course, but Elocien had said it more like a title.

Erran spoke up. “You get to tell Elocien when to panic.”

Elocien grunted at that. “Before the Unseen War, no-one was allowed to act on an Augur’s vision unless it had been confirmed,” he explained. “The Augurs weren’t allowed to discuss what they’d Seen with anyone, even amongst themselves - instead they had to write it all down and deliver it to the Scribe, who would then try and find other visions that contained similarities. If two Augurs had Seen the same thing, it was considered confirmation that it was going to happen.”

Asha frowned. "But weren’t the Augurs' visions supposed to be infallible?" She hesitated, glancing at Erran uncertainly. "Or, was it because of what happened to the old Augurs, at the end…."

"No," Erran rushed to assure her. "Everything we’ve Seen so far has come to pass. Whatever the problem was twenty years ago, it doesn’t seem to be affecting us."

“Then why wait for confirmation?” asked Asha, puzzled.

“Trust,” said Elocien. “The trust placed in the Augurs was absolute. Without checks and balances, it would have been too easy for someone to abuse their position, to take advantage by claiming to have Seen something that they hadn’t.” He shrugged. “I thought it was important to continue that tradition, even with only three Augurs. I’ve been filling the role, but aside from the difficulties we’ve already discussed, I’m often too busy to wade through every scrap of information I’m brought.”

Erran spoke up. “We tend to have visions about ourselves, our friends or family - often about things that may be important to us, but not necessarily to someone like Elocien,” he explained. “The further removed the events of a vision are from us – in time, distance or personal interest – the more important they seem to be. And those are the visions that other Augurs will also likely See.”

Asha nodded slowly. It made sense, then; the Northwarden would hardly want to waste time wading through pages of information he couldn’t use. “And once something has been confirmed?”

“The Scribe copies it into a single book - called the Journal - along with the names of the Augurs who had the vision. We all have access to it. The Journal is then used as a reliable source of information about future events,” Elocien concluded.

Asha remained silent for a while as she processed what she’d been told. The system made sense, and she understood why they’d chosen her. It was a massive responsibility, though. One she knew without having to ask that she had no choice in accepting.

“You’re placing a lot of trust in me,” she observed.

Elocien nodded, expression serious. “Erran insisted.”

Asha gave the young man a quizzical look. “Why?”

Erran returned her gaze steadily. “It wasn’t a hard choice, once I’d Read you. You’re smart. Honest. Loyal. You’ve been courageous, this past month, when a lot of others would have just given up after what you’ve been through. And most importantly, I saw how faithful you were to your Augur friend, back in Caladel. How determined you were to keep his secret.” He shrugged. “Knowing that, you seemed like a good fit for the job.”

Asha blushed a little and looked at the ground, not knowing what to say.

The Northwarden smiled slightly at her embarrassment, then stood, giving Asha’s shoulder a light squeeze. “I’ll leave you two to talk. I need to see whether Athian have sent someone over yet.”

Asha nodded hesitantly, and Elocien slipped out the door, shutting it quietly behind him.

There was an awkward silence for a few seconds, then Erran said, “I’m sorry about Kol.” He made a face. “He’ll come around eventually, I’m sure.”

“He seemed quite upset.”

“He was,” conceded Erran. “You have to understand… I can be confident you won’t betray us, but to the others, you’re a stranger who now has their lives in your hands. They’ll accept you in time, but expect some suspicion for a while.”

Asha frowned. “Can’t they just Read me too?”

Erran shook his head. “We each have our own strengths. Mine is Reading people, but I rarely have visions of the future. The others See more, and can do other things I can’t, but they can Read perhaps one in every ten people. Only those with the weakest natural defences.” He gave her a small smile. “You’re not in that group.”

“But you can Read me.” The thought made Asha more uncomfortable than she cared to admit. "Do you Read a lot of people?"

Erran nodded. "I’ve probably Read half of Ilin Illan, at one point or another," he confessed. "Just about everyone here in the palace, and then Elocien sends me down to the White Sword once a week, too. It’s the most popular tavern in the city - you’d be amazed at the information you can pick up there." He grinned. "I can’t say I dislike that part of the job, to be honest."

Asha smiled at that. "So is there anyone you can’t Read?"

"Anyone who can shield themselves," admitted Erran. “And don’t worry - we’ll teach you how to do that soon enough. It’s just a mental trick, no special powers required. With your training from Caladel, it shouldn’t be too difficult to learn. But I promise I’ll try to keep out of your head until you have.”

Asha gave him an appreciative nod, and there were a few moments of silence.

“So how did all this come about?” she asked eventually, gesturing vaguely after the duke.

“Elocien found me a few years ago - or Administration did, to be exact. I was living on the streets of Ghas, and some of the criminal element there got wind of my… talents. They used me for a few months, but after a while, one of them decided that the reward for turning in an Augur was worth more than what I could do. Not really the most far-sighted of men.” He paused at that, rolling his eyes. “After the Administrators brought me here, when Elocien first came to meet me, I think he was going to have me executed.”

Asha stared at him. “Really?”

“He was different back then,” Erran rushed to assured her. “But I had the presence of mind to Read him before he could do anything. As soon as he realised I could get to people’s secrets so easily, I became too valuable to waste. He helped me, got me a position as a servant in the palace. In return I’d Read visiting dignitaries, lords, the Gifted Representatives, anyone who might be trying to keep things from the king.”

“You spied for him,” said Asha flatly.

“Better than death.” Erran’s tone was mild. “We weren’t friends and it wasn’t something I was proud of, but it wasn’t a bad life by most standards. And Elocien never abused the information I gave him.”

“But he only had mercy because he wanted to use you?”

“At first. But… things changed.” Erran hesitated. “I can’t say why, exactly; one of the first things he made me do was teach him to shield himself. But he’s not like that any more. When Administration found Fessi and Kol, he rescued them, gave them homes here, hid them even from the king. If someone found out, he’d be executed for treason. He’s risking his life, bringing us together.”

“He’s also getting access to your powers,” Asha pressed, unconvinced.

“True,” Erran acceded, “ but he already had me. Adding the other two posed more risk than reward.” He shook his head. “I know you’ve probably heard stories about him, and some of them are probably true. But whatever he was before, Ashalia, he’s a good man now. One you can trust. I’ll swear to it.”

Asha nodded; she’d wait and see for herself, but Erran was obviously convinced. “I’ll take your word for it.”

Erran looked at her for a long moment, then sighed. “No you won’t.” He winced immediately. “Sorry… sometimes I Read people without thinking about what I’m doing. You’ll watch Elocien and make up your own mind. That’s okay. You’ll see I’m right soon enough.”

Asha nodded uncomfortably, suddenly feeling naked. She hadn’t felt anything, but Erran had been inside her head as easily as that.

“How do you manage to keep all this a secret?” she asked, as much to take her mind off her discomfort than anything else. “Surely all it would take to get in trouble would be for someone to overhear you and the others talking.”

Erran inclined his head. “I probably should have mentioned that already.” He gestured to the walls around them. “This is what we call a Lockroom. It’s shielded to all kinds of eavesdropping, both natural and Gifted – it’s what your Elders would have called Silenced. Whatever you say in a room like this can only be heard by those within.”

“Oh.” Asha looked around, but there seemed nothing out of the ordinary about the room. “So you always meet in here?”

“No – there are several Lockrooms, actually, all around the palace. A relic from the Gifted era.” He pointed to the doorknob. “They each have the same keyhole symbol, just above the handle. It’s worth remembering because around here, you’ll find that there is always someone listening. You should avoid even mentioning the word ‘Augur’ unless you’re inside one of these rooms.”

“Understood.” Asha shifted in her seat. “Anything else I should know?”

Erran thought for a moment, then nodded. “There’s the Journal, of course. You really should have a look at it. It’s in Elocien’s office – stay here, I’ll get it for you.”

He slipped out of the room, and only a few short minutes had passed when he returned with a leather-bound book.

“Have a look,” he said, handing it to her.

Asha flipped through the pages. Most were blank, but the first twenty or so were filled with the same elegant, precise handwriting. She stopped at a page that had been marked with several asterisks.

Vision - Kol

I was standing at the entrance to Fedris Idri, and people seemed to be fleeing Ilin Illan. It wasn’t panicked, exactly, but the streets were full of travellers with carts, horses, anything to carry their possessions away from the city. Everyone looked worried and a few people were upset, crying. Fedris Idri itself was crowded, and from what I could tell at that distance, so were the docks. There didn’t seem to be many ships left in the harbour though.

I listened for a while to one man arguing with his wife - he was claiming that the invaders had no chance of reaching the city, and that everyone was overreacting. His wife replied that the battle was going to take place only days away, and that if General Jash’tar was not victorious against the blind, there wouldn’t be time to pack up and leave once they heard of it.

The weather seemed warm but not hot. The trees lining the Festive boulevard were losing their leaves – it was probably the end of summer or maybe autumn, rather than spring.

Then a gap, followed by:

Confirmation - Fessiricia

It was night, but from where I was in the Middle District, it looked like the entire Lower District was on fire. The smoke was so thick it was difficult to see through, but I definitely saw a group of soldiers running past, all in black armour. They were moving together at the same time, perfectly in step – but the strange thing was that there were no eyeholes in their helmets, no way they could have seen where they were going.

In the distance, I could hear screams and the sound of a battle. I thought it was coming from the Upper District, towards Fedris Idri - but when I started to follow the soldiers to find out more, the vision ended.

There were two more confirmations along a similar vein, one from Erran and another from Fessi. Asha’s stomach turned as she read them. “How many of these have already come true?” she asked uneasily.

“Most of them,” said Erran. “Unless something’s really important, we only tend to See a day or two into the future.” He paused, noting the page she was on. “Those ones are obviously further away than that… but they will happen eventually.”

“You really think someone is going to attack Ilin Illan? And get inside the city?”

Erran nodded. “It seems that way.”

Asha shook her head in dismay. "Do you think it has something to do with why someone is trying to hurt Wirr… Prince Torin? The timing seems…."

"Suspicious. I know," said Erran. "And certainly, anyone attacking Andarra wouldn’t want the Gifted to be freed of the Tenets. But Elocien’s still alive, and while he is, I would have thought King Andras was more of a threat than Torin." He looked about to say something more, but remained silent as the door opened and Elocien walked in.

“The Athian Representative has arrived, Ashalia,” he said without preamble. “He has asked to meet you.”

Asha rose, suddenly nervous. “I’m ready.”

"Good. You can use your real name, by the way - but if anyone asks, you’re from the school in Nalean. I’ll alter your records at Administration to indicate such." The Northwarden glanced at the book in Asha’s hand, then at Erran. “You’ve shown her the Journal?”

“Yes.”

Elocien gave him an approving nod. “Lock it back in my office for now; we’ll keep it there until Ashalia’s quarters have been arranged.”

Erran ducked his head in acquiescence, accepting the Journal from Asha with a friendly smile. “I’ll find you tomorrow sometime, show you around.” He left.

“I should warn you,” said Elocien conversationally as they exited the Lockroom, “ I would not expect the warmest welcome from whomever the Tol has sent. I cannot imagine they will be pleased to be working with a Shadow.”

Asha just nodded in acknowledgement. She suspected the same thing.

Soon they were heading down a passageway into a part of the palace Asha hadn’t seen before; a minute later they arrived at a large, sumptuously furnished waiting room. A man was within, his back to them as he looked out over the perfectly tended gardens. Elocien gave a polite cough.

The man turned, studying them. He was younger than Asha had expected – perhaps in his early forties, lean and athletic-looking, his movements reminding her more of a warrior than an Elder. His short black hair showed no signs of thinning or fading to grey. He smiled, and there was genuine warmth in the expression.

“Representative Michal Alac,” said the Northwarden, “ please meet Ashalia Chaedris, your new colleague.”

Michal stuck out a hand, which Asha hesitantly shook. Thus far at least, she was seeing none of the displeasure she’d expected. Elocien, too, watched the exchange with eyebrows slightly raised.

“A pleasure to meet you, Ashalia,” said Michal.

“You too, Elder Alac.”

“Please. Just Michal. No need for formalities between the only two Athians in the palace.” Michal turned to Elocien. “Thank-you, Your Grace. If you’ll excuse us, I need to go over Ashalia’s duties with her,” he said politely.

Elocien nodded. “Of course.” Once Michal’s back was turned he gave a slight, nonplussed shrug of the shoulders to Asha, then left the room.

Michal sat, gesturing for Asha to do the same. “Elder Eilinar has told me that you are here because the Council thinks it could be advantageous. That in negotiations, some of the Houses might see the presence of a Shadow as Tol Athian reaching out, showing that we aren’t above working with non-Gifted,” he said quietly. “Let me say this straight out - I don’t believe that is the reason. Not for a second. Fortunately, I also don’t care. You’re here, and you’re my assistant. As long as you do this job to the best of your ability, whatever else you do in the palace is your own business.”

Asha swallowed, but nodded. “I’ll work hard,” she promised.

Michal stared at her for a moment, then inclined his head. “Good.” He leaned back, looking a little more relaxed. “Then let’s begin.”