AURORA’S CURSE

Chapter One

The heavy doors clanged shut behind him. Derexam felt his stomach churn as it always did when he was in the throne room. He fidgeted with his gown. He could feel the wards all around him, those protecting the king and those that would stop his sorcery, as an oppressive presence that interfered with his magical senses. The magical bombardment reminded him of everything that was wrong with his life.

Trying to ignore the unpleasant feeling in his head and his gut, he composed himself and gazed around. Only a half dozen globe lamps had been lit. They did little to brighten the audience chamber. The huge pillars that supported the roof with their niches and statues of past monarchs rose up to either side. But all detail was lost as most of the great hall was in darkness, including the dais and the throne at the top. The poor light meant the throne’s occupant was a darker shade in the shadows. But Derexam knew the man who sat there watching him, awaiting his approach. King Karlos.

His footsteps echoed in the hall as he advanced towards the stage. When he got to the base of the steps, he bowed down on one knee, head down. It was a ritual he had done so many times it was an automatic reflex.

“My Lord, you called for me.” Realising this was insufficient, he added an explanation. “I was in the cloisters when I got your summons.”

“No one makes the King wait.” The shade above him waved a hand. There was a noise as a door opened followed by the tramping of feet.

Derexam relaxed. He was sending his guard away.

“You may rise.”

Derexam got to his feet and gazed towards his monarch. The second holder of the throne of the Fourth Kingdom of Arandiad gazed down at him with his usual grim expression. According to those who had met him, he was just as stern and unbending as his father had been.

Karlos left his seat and marched down the steps, his footfall sounding loud in the empty chamber. As he descended, he emerged from the shadows.

Derexam observed him. Karlos’ blue eyes momentarily caught the light. The scar down the right side of his face, just missing his eye, stood out a pale line against his sun-tanned skin. The result of a failed assassination attempt. Since the last time they had met, his hair and beard had grown again. Dishevelled and scraggly, the kind seemed more a vagabond than a monarch.

He wore black leather armour with silver studs. Derexam noted he had both his blades strapped to his back. Even after all his years of unwavering service the king still mistrusted him. It should have bothered him, but it didn’t. He treated everyone the same. That was why he was still king. And alive.

“She’s had another dream.” Karlos had no need to tell him whose dream it was and what she dreamt of. He knew only too well. Something within him stirred when he thought of the princess. He was almost a second father to her. He’d been near her ever since that day.

“Of machineries.” There was no use making it a question. Tahlia’s dreams, at least those that worried Karlos, her father, were about machinery, cogs, wheels, and beams that moved under some arcane power. He had listened to her accounts of her nightmares a good many times. They seldom differed.

“Derexam.” He was immediately alert and concerned. The king seldom used his name. Only if he was deeply troubled or wanted him to do some bitter task. He wondered which it might be this time.

“My Lord, this latest dream will pass like the others.”

“If only. It’s the curse talking.”

“Indeed, my Lord.” Derexam wondered why he was bringing the matter up. They were covering well-trodden ground again.

“Didn’t you say the curse must strike her while she’s still a child?”

“That’s my supposition, my Lord.” He’d studied the magic used to curse Tahlia for years. Ever since Marlien had uttered the fateful words over her on her kilden day. Everything he knew about the spell suggested that once Tahlia grew up, she’d outgrow the malediction.

“The dreams are now coming almost every night. She’ll be of age in less than a month. You know what this means.”

“She’ll be free soon. It’s like water coming to the boil. Her ordeal will soon be over.”

“If the curse doesn’t take her.” Karlos waved his arms around in the air. “He’s planning something.”

Derexam had no need to ask who was doing the planning. Marlien. He’d cursed Tahlia. He would see the curse fulfilled. He was that vengeful. And, if he was correct, Marlien’s time was running out. The king was right, he was preparing something. He should have realised this day would come as Tahlia approached her majority. He briefly wondered why he’d not really considered it.

He looked up at the king. “We’ve taken every precaution, My Lord.”

“And yet…” Karlos let the phrase echo around the throne room.

“My Lord, have you found out something we’ve missed?”

“No. But I just sense he’s found a way to get to her. Otherwise, why the dreams?”

Derexam nodded. His research on the curse indicated that Tahlia was in some way connected to the act that would lead to its fulfilment. Together with Faraham and Esenber they’d explored every aspect of the curse, taken every precaution to thwart the spell, and yet she still dreamed. That the nightmares were increasing was bad news indeed. He wondered why she hadn’t confided this fact to him.

There was a banging behind the throne. They both turned to see what had caused the commotion. Derexam noted that Karlos had taken hold of one of his swords. It was inconceivable that there was trouble. Given the wards in the room, mighty a magician as he was, he was mostly helpless. He didn’t even carry a knife.

“My Lord, she insisted.”

A liveried man came skipping down the steps ahead of a tall woman wearing a long flowing light blue dress and a darker blue shawl. Her blonde hair had been done up into a coif. Derexam immediately recognised Queen Hilde. The King’s consort was not a woman he liked to be around. A strong user of the dark arts of magic in her own right, she’d questioned his loyalty many times. Especially regarding Tahlia’s curse. She never let him forget that he and Marlien once had been part of the same sorcer. She was the source of the king’s mistrust in him. He fidgeted with his gown to hide his dismay at her arrival.

“Out of my way, you snivelling toad.”

The servant moved aside to allow the woman to pass.

Karlos gestured a welcome. “My Lady Hilde, to what do we owe your presence?”

She glowered at Derexam before addressing the king. “Anything concerning Tahlia concerns me.” She waved at the mage. “You called him here for that, didn’t you?” Derexam knew she had spies everywhere. One of them must have told her of this meeting.

The king drew himself up straight. “And if I did?”

“Then I should be part of this council.” She snapped her fingers at the liveried man. “Leave us!”

The servant bowed low to the king and Hilde, nodded at Derexam, and, just short of actually running, hastened out with all speed. There was a thud as the door they had come in from closed behind him.

Lady Hilde stepped down from the podium and came up to the king. She caressed his arm.

“Have you told him?”

“He knows.”

She turned on Derexam. “You’re failing us.” He heard the anger in her voice. Somehow it didn’t surprise him. She had little respect for him—or for the others.

“My Lady…” But he was not allowed to complete the words.

“You’ve allowed this curse to linger on. You should have killed Marlien years ago when you had the chance.

“Now, now, Hilde, Derexam has done everything he can.”

“And you can see how little it’s helped us.”

“We need to put aside our differences and decide how to break the curse once and for all.”

Lady Hilde laughed. She gestured at Derexam. “He’s a charlatan. Let me do it.”

“No!” The king’s shout echoed throughout the hall. Derexam knew that even the servants, undoubtedly attempting to listen in, could not have failed to hear his bark.

Karlos turned on his wife, disengaging himself from her grasp. “I’ll not have you go up against Marlien. I forbid it. What if…” His voice trailed off.

“I shall roast the wizard with his own magic.”

“My dear, it’s too dangerous. Derexam knows the man better than you do. He knows what to do.” The king gestured in his direction.

“My Lord, my Lady, I’ll not fail you.” Derexam paused considering his next words to the king. “May I have your permission to seek him out and confront him.” He’d previously made the same plea several times only for the king to refuse him. Now he might at last be allowed to travel beyond the confines of the palace, the castle and his quarters. He tried to remember the last time he’d been in a forest. He realised it was before Tahlia’s kilden day. It struck him: he’d spent near eleven years in confinement in the service of the king as guard to the princess.

He turned his attention on the royal couple. He could feel the electricity between them. And the king’s reluctance to permit him to leave his precious daughter for fear of the consequences. He was less sure what Lady Hilde thought.

The pause extended. It was as if the king and queen were engaged in a silent argument as they stared intently at each other. Derexam was suddenly fascinated to witness such a battle of wills.

Eventually, Karlos broke away and he startled as if he saw Derexam for the first time.

“You may go.” He gestured a dismissal.

“As you command.”

Derexam turned and without looking back made for the double doors by which he had entered. He used the knocker to demand that they be opened. With a creak one of the doors swung inwards. He scuttled through the gap and out into the antechamber. The heavy door swung shut with a clang. With the lifting of the wards, Derexam took a deep breath. He could breathe normally again.

Alboni jerked. What had Derexam just said to him? It came back. ‘Follow me.’ Such an instruction had never happened before. He abandoned the dishes he’d been washing and quickly dried his hands.

By the time he’d finished and emerged onto the landing, the mage was already halfway down the stairs. His master was dressed as was his usual want in long flowing coat and loose trousers. An inner jacket and shirt in contrasting colours completed the outfit. He wore a flat hat much beloved of scholars. It was not a practical outfit for work and although colourful it lacked the ostentatious display of wealth of the suits worn by the nobles who visited the court. As far as Alboni could tell it seemed to be the way magicians dressed. Only two other people in the castle wore similar attire, both of whom visited Derexam from time to time. He’d heard they were also wizards.

Alboni ran after him and pounded down the steps two at a time in pursuit. He landed at the bottom with a loud crash. Derexam, who had reached the door, turned and seemed bemused by his behaviour, but said nothing. He gestured for him to go ahead.

Alboni took the lead. They went out and Derexam closed the door behind them. Out of the corner of his eye Alboni saw the wizard make a gesture with his hand. He had noted him do this several times. There didn’t seem to be a reason for such strange behaviour. But a lot about his master seemed odd. He never asked him to do anything; everything he did was of his own initiative. It was as if he didn’t exist or matter to the wizard. As his apprentice—in magic, he’d been told—he expected to be given instructions. But from the man—nothing. Until now.

Derexam set off towards the keep and the royal residence on the opposite side of the quad. Alboni fell in behind him. Pairs of guards stood on each side of the entrance. They observed their approach. It was the first time Alboni had accompanied his master on a visit. It would also be his first occasion to go into the inner part of the castle. He’d heard the stories about the place. Now he’d see it first-hand.

The guard nearest to the door shifted as they approached and pulled open partway one of the heavy doors to allow them to pass. Derexam went in first, Alboni followed.

The chamber beyond had corridors leading off in several directions. Without pausing, the mage set off along the corridor in front of them. It quickly led to a small hall with large double doors ahead. Smaller side doors led off to left and right. Servants in the king’s livery guarded the entrances. While not armoured like the guards, the men had sword and daggers hanging from their belts. They seemed to be expecting their arrival for one of them began to open one of the double doors.

“Wait here.” Without looking back, Derexam strode towards the opening. He seemed to hesitate at the entrance before going in. One of the servants shut the door behind him.

Left to himself, Alboni went over to the side of the hall where stone benches lined the wall. He sat down. The two servants ignored him. He fidgeted with his jacket. Recent events had left him confused. He tried to take on board the sudden change in his master’s behaviour. After months of neglect, without warning, he was asked to accompany him on this task. He cast an eye at the closed doors. Well, not quite, but even coming so far into the keep, which he’d never visited, was new. Perhaps he’d done something to win the man’s favour.

Shouts from within the hall distracted him. The servants looked at one another. Several grinned. Alboni half rose to his feet. Silence followed the outburst. He eased himself back down. There was no point in speculating. He’d either be told or would have to work it out by himself as best he could.

A banging on the door led to its opening. Derexam emerged. Alboni jumped to his feet and rushed over.

“Master?”

Alboni, his apprentice, scurried over. His eyes ran all over him. While Derexam considered him a lad, the boy was half a head taller than he was with that lankiness of one who had grown too fast.

“Yes, I’m still alive and in one piece. What were you expecting?”

Alboni startled back as if pushed. “Nothing, master.”

“Do you really think the king would call his chief wizard to the throne room and summarily despatch him there?”

“You were nervous about going in.”

Derexam mentally shrugged his shoulders at the observation. He’d been nervous. He had very few meetings with the king. Karlos disliked magicians for what they had done to his daughter. It made Derexam wonder why he’d consented then to marry one. It made Derexam wonder if Karlos knew of Hilde’s sorcerous activities. He’d never mentioned them. He’d married Hilde after the death of his first wife, Lady Margaret. She’d died when Tahlia was two. Of course, marrying Hilde made dynastic sense as she came from Terre Morte, a principality adjoining the Fourth Kingdom. It cemented ties between the two countries. It wasn’t a love match as that to Margaret had been. But kings couldn’t just marry for love.

“Well observed, Alboni. We’ll make a mage of you yet.” Derexam pointed along the corridor. “I’ve business to attend to.” He set off confident his apprentice would follow.

“Ah! There you are!”

Derexam turned to see Ebener, trailed by Faraham, striding towards him. “We’d heard you were called to see the king. What did he want?” By the way he spoke, he implied he had a very good idea.

Derexam didn’t feel the need to enlighten them. If the king had wanted Ebener at the meeting, he’d have summoned him. It had been for his ears only. “He has given me a task to do.”

“I see.” He gestured at Faraham. “And our role?”

Derexam smiled. “You’ll have to ask the king.”

“Humph!” And with that Ebener turned and headed towards the throne room. Faraham gave him a questioning look before following the departing mage.

Derexam watched them go. Ebener was always one to stand on his position and resented the fact that he seemed to be favoured by Karlos above the others. Well let him. In a way, he’d have preferred it if it had been Ebener who’d ended up as their spokesman then he’d have borne the brunt of the king’s displeasure at their lack of success. Perhaps Ebener then would have been the one ordered to remain at court and then he could had visited the libraries in the surrounding kingdoms in search of a cure. But no. The king saw him as the better wizard—with justification. Of the four of them in the sorcer, he was the next best to Marlien. But he still wondered how the king knew he was superior to Ebener, the two of them were very close in skill. Fareham was clearly much the inferior.

He startled. Their wings fluttering, two little flitters appeared from nowhere and alighted one on each shoulder. They were miniature humans, the size of sparrows with wings to match. Their hazel and black wings contrasted with the buff of their bodies. Unlike humans, they had bird like eyes on either side of their face. Where a mouth might be, they had a small beak.

“Well, if it isn’t Kaia and Jareth. What brings you to me?”

The male flitter spluttered. “How was the scobberlotcher?”

“That’s no way to talk of the king. You wash out your foul mouth Jareth.”

“Listen to her, the old hag!”

Derexam felt obliged to intervene in their bickering. “Kaia isn’t an old bag. As anyone can see, she’s a most beautiful flitter. Don’t you agree, Alboni?”

“Of course, master. But you can’t say the same about Jareth. He’s a gobermouch.”

The flitter took to the air and zoomed towards Alboni and flapped around his head. “No one insults Jareth!”

Derexam laughed. Their antics relieved the tension he was feeling. “Well, it seems like someone just did.”

“Blah, you ring-piggers.” Jareth flew off and disappeared.

Kaia took wing. “Oh well, I’d better make sure he’s alright. You know what he’s like when he gets annoyed.” She flew after Jareth.

Derexam worried they might do something stupid and shouted an admonition. “Just don’t be seen by the guards.” But they were gone.

Derexam resumed his stride. Alboni kept pace with him. When they came to the entrance to the royal apartments, the guards at the door came to attention. “Wait here.”

“As you wish, master.”

One of the soldiers opened the door and Derexam went in. It closed noisily behind him. He was in a cloister in the middle of which was a garden. He gazed up at the sky. The day was waning. The shadows were long, and the light was beginning to fail.

The small garden included an apple tree at its centre. A seat had been built surrounding the trunk. Tahlia sat on it facing away from him, reading. A studious girl. She had thick curly golden hair that ran nearly down to her waist. She wore a simple green dress over which she had on a patterned short sleeved jacket. He briefly wondered what she was reading before he stepped out from the cloister and into the garden.

“Hello.”

She turned and looked up at him. “You came.”

He thought he noticed tears in her eyes. All the years she’d waited for the few visitors she was allowed. He felt guilty about his absences. But he had to. He had to find a way to break the curse. He examined her. It was as if he was seeing her for the first time. Time had made its mark. The little girl he’d first had to comfort had transformed into the young woman facing him. He wondered if the king allowed her company other than Faraham, Esenber and him. There would be the servants of course and the guards. And the covert visits by Kaia and Jareth. But no companions of her own age to take away her melancholy. If only he could free her of the curse, then she might live a normal life. And now the king had given him permission to complete his mission. There was hope for her if he could just confront Marlien and win.

“I always come.” He smiled at her. “And I believe Kaia and Jareth were here. I saw them a moment ago.”

“They were here for a while but had to fly away when nurse came. They don’t often visit me, and I would have liked them to have stayed longer.”

“I’ll tell Kaia and Jareth they should come every day and stay as long as they can.” He took a step forward. “I come as often as I can.”

“That’s more than my father does.”

“Well, he’s a busy king.” He wondered if he was still arguing with Hilde. It wouldn’t surprise him. Thinking of the queen made him consider again why she hadn’t provided an heir. He gazed at Thalia. The future of the Fourth Kingdom rested on the princess. That she represented all he stood for explained the king’s behaviour. And Marlien’s curse.

She closed her book and stood up. “What shall we do?” She gestured at the shadows. “The day’s nearly over.”

“Maybe we should discuss the book you’re reading?”

Tahlia held it up. “This? It’s a silly story about a fox and a rabbit.”

“And does the fox eat the rabbit?”

“Of course not. The rabbit outwits the fox.”

“And that’s silly?”

“Well isn’t it?”

“The story’s meant to carry a meaning. It says that in a difficult situation if we try hard enough sometimes there are good outcomes.”

“Do you think I’ll be like the rabbit?” She was referring to her curse, he was sure of it. She still held out some hope, then.

“Well, I should hope so. You see…” Derexam paused to consider how to phrase it. “…I’m sure we’ll find the answer.” He didn’t want to tell her he’d be leaving. For how long, he had no idea.

She shook her head. “I’ve been cursed since I can remember.”

He shuddered at the thought of such a pretty, young thing being tortured by such a cruel fate. He’d tried for years to break the spell without success.

He felt so helpless. He had no good answer for her. Instead he gazed at her aura. It was all too familiar to him. There were the wards placed by him and his fellow sorcerers, and then the one placed on her by Marlien. The curse that would kill her shone red against the indigoes and virescent of the other enchantments. They whirled in a complex dance, sometimes giving an impression of blue or green—and then the deadly red.

With some effort, he stopped looking. “Shall we stroll around the cloisters a bit? I feel like walking.” He knew he was delaying telling her his news. Why couldn’t he be blunt like Ebener?

Tahlia pointed towards the yellow and orange clouds in the sky above the walls. “What lies outside these walls? You’ve seen it and you’ve told me there’s the town and beyond the countryside.” She gestured at the battlements. “I wonder what it’d be like to stand on a hill and see the sunset.” She sighed. “It’s all meaningless to me.” Then she strode off. “Will I spend all my life confined to the castle and this patch of grass?”

“I’m sure you’ll be able to make a grand tour soon.”

“That’s a lie.” She was right, but he didn’t want to upset her, so he didn’t argue back. “I had another dream last night.”

“Like the others?” He already knew.

“Yes. With cogs and levers…it was as if I was really there.”

“Dreams are like that when you have them. But then you wake up and realise they aren’t true.”

“I’d rather not have them.”

“Your father says they’re becoming more frequent. Why didn’t you tell me?”

She stopped and turned to him. “Does he now?” Her servants told the king everything. Including when she screamed out at night. Surely, she knew that.

“We’re trying our best. I come from seeing your father. He’s given me permission to leave the castle.”

“When do you leave?” There was jealousy in her voice.

“Tomorrow.”

“I’m tired. You may leave.” She was upset by what he’d told her. He tried to look into her eyes. She evaded his gaze.

“As you wish. Shall I come and say goodbye tomorrow morning?”

“That won’t be necessary.” She started walking towards the way into her living quarters. “You’d better go.” Was that a dismissal or permission for him to go seeking Marlien?

He watched her as she went in. She did not turn around. He was sure he could hear her crying. With a sigh, he turned towards the way out.

Alboni was waiting outside when the guard let him out. He strode over to Derexam and stood expectantly.

“Come.” With his apprentice trailing behind him, Derexam walked purposefully towards the archway that led out into the courtyard. Without pausing, he stepped outside.

With twilight, the square was in near darkness. A couple of globes by the main gate was the only source of brightness. The light silhouetted the castle guards stationed there. Outlined against the night sky and towering over everything was the large windmill that had recently been built on the battlements. To his surprise, it seemed to be in operation as its blades turned slowly in the evening breeze.

Not willing to venture to his apartments in the gloom, Derexam conjured up a light. The blue glow that hovered above him hardly carried but would stop him from tripping on a cobblestone.

He set forth not checking whether Alboni was with him or not. He had only taken on his apprentice a few months ago after the unexpected demise of his predecessor. He was just getting used to working with his new trainee. As far as he was concerned, the youth would just have to learn how to cope. Like keeping up with him. He strode across the quadrangle.

“Master, will you be needing me more tonight?” It came from just behind him.

Derexam briefly considered the lad’s question. “You may turn in. Be up early as we’ll be making a journey.”

“A journey, master?”

“Are you a complete imbecile? You surely have been places. A trip, we’ve got to go on a trip.”

“Oh.”

Derexam could hear Alboni’s mind at work. Everyone knew that he never went anywhere. And now he’d informed the lad he was embarking on a journey. He let the youth out of his misery.

“The king’s given me permission to leave the castle.”

“And you want me to come with you.”

“Are you not my apprentice?”

“Yes, master.”

“Then where the master goes, so does his student.”

They had arrived at the entrance to his quarters.

“I’ll bid you goodnight, master.”

“Sleep well. Come early. We’ve a lot to do before we can be off.”

The lad disappeared into the darkness.

Derexam stepped towards the door to his apprtment and then stopped. Something was not right. He couldn’t put his finger on it. He concentrated and sensed his wards. These seemed fine. But he still felt something was not as it should.

He gestured a complex pattern with his right hand. In front of him a circle materialised in the air before him. It blazed a bright ultramarine. Several lines radiated from its centre and between these were shapes and arcane writing. Derexam studied the sorcerous image seeking the source of his discontent. Everything the spell showed was as it should be.

He was about to dismiss it when he spotted something. Two of the words were misspelled. No not wrong, just not written the way he wrote those words. Immediately on his guard, he dismissed the image.

He tried to remember the last time he’d changed his wards. He’d seen no need to as he was well protected within the castle. Searching his memory, he realised it was several years since he’d reworked the spell. The fact didn’t help him much in identifying the possible tamper.

That someone had infiltrated his ward and modified it was deeply troubling. It required great magical skill of the order that only a first-rate wizard could apply. The deception had nearly worked. Which worried him even more. He’d been about to go into his quarters with he didn’t know what awaiting him.

Derexam realised he was sweating. Taking a deep breath, he considered what to do. Blundering in was not a good option, even if he sent someone else. Where were Kaia and Jareth when he needed them? He had to know what he faced before he entered.

He drew in the air with his finger while at the same time chanting under his breath. A black orb about a hand’s width in size and darker than the night, materialised in front of him. With a gesture, he sent it flying at the door. It passed through and disappeared.

After about two minutes the orb reappeared. It came to a stop hovering in front of him. Derexam tapped it with his finger. Images of his rooms flickered across its surface.

He gazed attentively at the images. All was as it should be. Perhaps he’d been mistaken. Then he spotted something. Quickly, his fingers tapped at the sphere. The images stopped moving. He caressed the orb gently, the image moved back. He peered intently at what he saw. His eyes hadn’t been mistaken. Hidden in a corner of the room was a man. The lurker blended in so well that, had he not been paying close attention, he might have missed him.

He resumed scanning the images. These eventually showed there were three men waiting for him in his rooms. That there was more than just the one indicated they planned something unpleasant. Of that, he had no illusions. He’d commissioned enough similar undertakings to understand what they wanted of him. Rather, that they were there to kill him. There was no middle ground with a magician.

Given how they had substituted his ward, he figured at least one of them was a magic maker. But they’d not reckoned on him discovering their trap. Raising his voice somewhat, he intoned a complex spell. Satisfied with the result, he opened the door and went in.

His antechamber was as gloomy as a cellar. The small window gave little light at the best of times. Now it was just a dark shadow against a black wall.

Knowing his way, he made for the stairs up to the first floor where his living rooms were. One of the steps creaked as he stepped on it. Derexam smiled. They would have heard him and that was to the good. He continued to the top.

He needed to behave normally so Derexam went to the side table and found the matches lying there next to the candleholder. He used these to light the candle. Its warm glow lit up the familiar landing with the doors leading to his bedroom and his study. Nothing seemed out of place.

Holding the lamp ahead of him, Derexam made towards the first door, the one to his study. He stepped in.

There was a movement.

“Bind!”

Glowing coppery cords wrapped themselves around the intruder. He grunted as he toppled over.

But the others hiding in the room were now rushing at him.

Derexam called up his other prepared spells.

One of the assailants was lifted off his feet and sent smashing against the back wall.

The other one brandished a knife and slashed at Derexam. It went right through him. For an instant, the killer looked confused before he screamed, fell to the ground and lay there thrashing.

Derexam took a step towards the one who lay broken against the wall. He raised a hand in an incantation. The man screamed as the bonds tightened. Then he fell silent.

A noise behind Derexam made him turn around.

The fire lit up the trees around the small clearing. The men had settled themselves to take advantage of the fire’s warmth. Mel sat outside the circle listening to the conversation. Olaf, the gang leader, stood. She was glad he wasn’t facing in her direction. He waved a long knife as he spoke. “Pith, seven shillings for near getting us all skewered. The merchant had more, I smelled it.”

“Twas bad luck ‘em soldiers appeared, Olaf.”

The leader pointed his knife at his interlocutor. He took a step in his direction. “You magicked ‘em to us, Erne.”

The man scrambled to his feet and backed off. “No, nos, I didn’t.”

“Erne couldn’t recite ‘em big words, eh lad?”

Everyone laughed.

Olaf grunted. He sheathed his knife and turned away. It was then he spotted Mel. “Yah like me, girl, don’t yah?”

Mel didn’t respond to his question. She shifted her gaze away from him.

“You! Girl! Look to me!” He made in her direction.

With lightning speed, Mel jumped to her feet and backed off. “What do you want?”

Olaf stopped. “Hey, didna I save you from that mumblecrust.”

“I saved myself.”

“Pah! Ungrateful doxy.” He grabbed his crotch in a rude gesture. “Come get what’s yours!” He strode towards her. She backed further until she came up against a tree. He got close to her. “C’mon me darlin, time for yah weening.”

With all the strength she could muster, Mel struck out with her knee. He doubled up. Skipping agilely past him, she dashed into the darkness.

Fear and loathing made her ignore the dangers of running in the forest at night. She charged through the forest, hands in front of her to alert to branches. These whipped her but were preferable to what she would endure from Olaf.

She smacked into a tree. Rebounded and fell to the ground. She lay there groaning. Then, worried she’d give herself away, she held her breath. There was no sound of pursuit.

After resting to get her breath back, Mel rose to her feet and set off slowly taking care where she walked. She stumbled through the forest seeking a hiding place.

After what seemed like ages, she emerged into a clearing. Opposite was a patch of smaller trees that provided cover. She crept in under the leaves and lay down. Almost as soon as she settled, she fell asleep.

Derexam was shocked by what he saw. A long blade in hand, a fourth assassin was making towards him. He grinned as he waved his knife. Then he was buzzed by Jareth and then Kaia. The man slashed at them with his dagger.

With the intervention of the flitters, Derexam reacted. “Taraga-anna—bazzakan. Jareth! Kaia! Stand back!” He hurled the fireball he’d created at the intruder.

The killer raised his left hand. A rush of blue swirls emerged from an amulet he held. The fireball vanished.

“You’ll need to do better than that, old man.” With a laugh, the killer hefted his blade and advanced towards him only to be attacked by the flitters again.

Derexam saw death coming at him. There was no way Faia and Jareth could stop the killer. He backed up against the far wall. At the same time, he desperately tried to create a freeze spell. He gestured at the man. A line of blue surged towards his assailant.

The assassin raised his free hand. The spell vanished.

“Enough games mage!” Ignoring the flitters best attempts to attack him, the intruder stepped towards him, blade forward, ready to stab him. But before he could strike, he staggered, gasped, then collapsed to the ground and lay still.

Derexam then saw Alboni standing behind the killer. His apprentice raised up a long knife he held in his hand. It glistened wetly in the lamplight.

“Are you alright, master?”

Derexam composed himself. It didn’t seem appropriate to show how frightened he’d been by the unexpected fourth intruder.

“What are you doing here? I thought you’d gone to bed.”

“Did I do wrong, master?”

“No. You did right.” Derexam gestured at the dead man. “He was going to kill me.”

“That’s why I stabbed him, master.”

Suddenly suspicious, he pointed at his apprentice. “Why did you follow me?”

“Master, I was about to go in when I saw you making magic outside your door. I’d never seen you do this and came to ask you if you needed my help as you sometimes do when casting spells.” He paused.

“Well, as you can see, I’m doing fine.” Derexam didn’t feel fine. Too much had happened in too short a time for him to feel in any way fine. Plus, the fact he’d had four killers waiting for him in his apartments, one of whom had a powerful magical item in his possession. It couldn’t be a coincidence his meeting with the king and now this. He needed answers. Had the king set him up? It didn’t make sense. So, who didn’t want him to go looking for his brother? The very thought contained its own answer. How had the man known? There must be a spy in the castle. He’d have to alert the king.

Jareth alighted on his left shoulder. “You’re a lubberwort, you know that, Derexam.”

Faia settled on his other shoulder. She waged a finger at Jareth. “And you’re a wandought for not stopping the man.”

Jareth took to the air and buzzed Faia. In response, she took flight and the two spiralled around the room screeching at each other. Faia then sped out the door with Jareth in close pursuit. Derexam could hear them exchanging insults as they went.

Alboni peered past him to gaze at the three other men scattered around the room. “What’s happening, master?”

Derexam bent down to the man at his feet. He rapidly muttered a spell. An orange glow, like rising smoke, emerged from the dead man’s head. Derexam peered at it intently. It failed to tell him anything about the assassin or who might have sent him. He swore. “Sard!”

He wrested the amulet out of the dead man’s hand. Holding it in his palm, he could feel the magic in it, but it didn’t provide him with a clue as to who’d enchanted it. Whoever had prepared the charm had been very careful to hide their handiwork. That they were going to such lengths to get to him greatly added to his rising worries.

He went over to another corpse to repeat the enchantment. Again, the orange smoke. Derexam muttered under his breath as he tried to read the dead man’s last thoughts. It was all a confused jumble. There was a hint of a name. Something he thought might be ‘Lycent’, but he wasn’t sure. He briefly wondered who it might be before turning his attention to the two remaining bodies. These failed to provide him with any more information.

Tired from his activities, Derexam emerged from his trance to see Alboni gazing at him intently. “Well?”

“You’re reading their minds, master.”

“There’s lot of things you can do to the dead if you know how.”

“Master, will you teach me?”

Derexam waved at his apprentice. “Of course, I will.”

“Thank you, master.” He shuffled his feet. “I’ll go and tell the guard about these,” he paused as if figuring out who the dead men were, “killers.”

The lad was halfway towards the door when Derexam called out. “Alboni, we must keep it quiet. Don’t tell anyone.”

“As you wish master. I’m sure you have your reasons.”

“I do.” But he wasn’t about to tell his apprentice. At least not at that point.

Alboni yawned. “If you don’t mind, master, I’ll now retire for the night.”

“Yes, yes.” Derexam gestured a dismissal.

His apprentice gazed at him, nodded, then stepped out the door.

Derexam waited till he knew Alboni had left his lodgings before he went over to a table that backed along one wall. It was his workbench. He pulled down a couple of bottles that rested on a shelf above the table. He found a pair of thick leather gloves and began to mix the contents into a large pestle that stood there. Dense green smoke curled up from the mixture.

Holding it at arm’s length, Derexam emptied some onto each of the dead men. They began to smoke.

He quickly dumped the empty pestle back on the workbench, removed his gloves and went and opened the window. Coughing from the smoke, he made for the door and closed it behind him.

The ward felt like a physical barrier. Marlien felt ahead with his hands. Being so close to the spells that surrounded the castle and palace gave him a headache. Nevertheless, he continued to feel along the magical lines, once again seeking a way to penetrate the shield around the princess. There was no use conjuring a counter spell, it would only alert the guards in the castle. He persevered, conscious that time was running out. If his calculations were correct, she’d reach her majority soon and everything he’d fought for would be in vain. He had to find a way.

At one point he noticed Derexam with his new apprentice in tow stride across the courtyard and disappear into the castle. It was the first time in ages he’d visited the king. Marlien noted this for further consideration. Much later, as the sun was setting, he noticed them reappear.

Exhausted from his efforts, it was time for him to go. He gave up his probing and trudged back to the secret entrance. The mountain troogs let him pass. These huge creatures stooped. Even then, they were nearly three times his height. Living in the wilds of the mountains, the creatures were generally unthreatening unless surprised. Their huge hands could crush him easily. Chained as they were, he was beyond their reach and they had eventually learned to ignore his comings and goings. One of them gazed up as he passed before returning its stare to the castle wall. What they were doing imprisoned in the castle was beyond his understanding. The story was the queen had ordered their capture as hostages after their kind had raided a mountain village. Ebener had been sent to do it. But holding them in the castle? Besides, the story didn’t ring true to their character.

He checked he wasn’t being observed before entering the storeroom beside their enclosure. Once he had nearly been surprised there so he was careful. He closed the outer door firmly. The latch clicked into place. It would delay anyone seeking entry long enough. He proceeded to the back and opened the secret compartment. An open trapdoor beckoned. He went over and climbed down at the same time conjuring a flame. He had done this so many times it was automatic.

The blue eldritch light coming from his finger and reflecting off the wall and ceiling made it seem as if the tunnel he was in ran under water. Marlien who had taken the passageway more times than he could remember ignored the effect. It seemed like a long journey. He had to acknowledge to himself he was tired after his long day. The developments at the castle hadn’t gone as he’d expected. Quite the reverse. His brother, it seemed, was more capable than he thought. Something to reflect on and take account of in his plans.

He came to the end of the shaft. A ladder pointed the way. He climbed it and emerged into a small room. It had an unused air. There was no furniture. The window’s shutters were locked shut.

Ignoring his surroundings, Marlien passed into the next room. This one had some basic furniture. Continuing, he made for the front door, unbarred it and went out and closed it behind him. Outside, the flickering blue light on his fingers died. He gestured with his hand. Golden patterns appeared on the door—then vanished. Satisfied, he walked away.

The town was dark and deserted. His footsteps sounded loud in the stillness. Somewhere in the distance, a cat screeched. Then there was the clink of metal on metal. He hid himself in an alley. A squad of soldiers trooped past, their passage sounding as if an army was on the march. Then they were gone.

Satisfied, Marlien continued on his way. He had a long way to go. A long way. It was time to stop slinking in the shadows and finish with the princess. Derexam would have to be part of this.

Chapter Two

The bedroom was still gloomy when Darexam got up the next morning. Outside the window, there was a faint streak as the first light of dawn challenged the darkness. He shook himself. He hadn’t slept well. First, he’d been disturbed by the stink from his earlier work, then he’d lain in bed pondering who might be behind the attempt to kill him. Then he’d worried about how to find Marlien. All-in-all, he felt he’d hardly slept at all. And all this before he’d even started on his journey.

Once dressed, he immediately checked his wards. There was no sign anyone had tried to tamper with them or had attempted another break in. He presumed whoever had sent the killers was relying on them fulfilling the task. It reopened his thoughts on who this ‘Lycent’ might be.

He stamped his foot. “Fopduddle, just stop worrying about it and get on with what you need to do.”

Somehow telling himself off made him feel better. He had, he realised, become too comfortable, too accepting as a result of his long confinement. He’d better shape up if he was going to confront Marlien.

There was a knock at the front door.

He went to see who it might be. Opening it, he was surprised to see Alboni standing there with a backpack over his shoulder. He also wore a sword on his belt.

“You said to be ready early, master.”

“Can you use that weapon?”

“This, master?” Alboni clutched at the sword. “I’ve had some practice.” This made Darexam consider the boy. He hadn’t really asked his apprentice what he’d done before he’d been taken on. The lad had been recommended to him by Karlos as a suitable replacement for his previous trainee. Darexam wondered if the boy was in some way related to the king. A bastard, perhaps. Or a distant relation. He could find out, of course, but that might damage the trust the kid had in him. For the moment, he put the issue aside.

“Well, since you’re here, you can make me some breakfast.”

“Yes, master.”

“And, Alboni…”

“Master?”

“There’s no need to call me master all the time.”

“As you wish, master.” Alboni put a hand to his mouth. “It may be difficult.” Darexam could sense he desired to add ‘master’. But Alboni managed not to.

“Right, just do your best.” Then he had another thought. “You’d better put together some provisions for our journey.”

“Yes, master.” Darexam scowled at his apprentice. “Sorry, mas—-” He stopped himself just in time.

They went upstairs and into his study. Darexam noted Alboni’s eyes examining where the corpses had been. There was some discolouration, a green tinge to the wooden floorboards and the wall, nothing more. He inwardly smiled. Let him wonder. He had a lot to learn. Curiosity would help in that regard.

His journeyman wandered off to the kitchen to fix the food whilst Darexam pottered around his study collecting various items including a purse. He next went into his bedroom and ransacked his wardrobe for suitable clothes. Nothing that would particularly mark him out as a magic user, he decided. Suitable clothes for travelling: breeches, a woollen shirt and short jacket. He’d take a raincape from the peg as he left.

He packed a bag with some spare clothes, added the items from the study and then secured it tight. He then put a ward on it being opened.

Alboni soon turned up with a platter. Darexam indicated he should put it in the study. “Have you had breakfast?”

“Some, mas—-”

Darexam wondered whether he’d in fact eaten. “You can share some of mine.”

“Yes, master.” His hand went to his mouth. “I’m sorry.”

“Do I have to put a spell on you to stop you saying that?”

“No. I’ll not make the mistake again.” Darexam grinned.

He followed his apprentice into the study. The breakfast was bread and meats. Somewhere Alboni has found some pickled cucumber and onions. They ate in silence.

Derexam watched his apprentice wolf down his food and realised he knew little of the lad. He should have been more curious. The youth had just turned up one day and he’d issued instructions as to his duties. And that had been it. He replied when talked to but had never ventured to say any more than he must. In some regards, the boy was a complete mystery. The events of the previous night had made him see his trainee in a new way. That he was capable of stabbing someone and the calm way he accepted the presence of the dead intruders was surprising.

When there was nothing left on the platter, Derexam smiled at the lad. “Can you ride a horse?”

“I can, mas—-” Derexam made a face at him. “Sorry.”

“That you can simplifies matters a great deal.” He got up. “Well, we’d better be off.”

Alboni gazed at him wide-eyed.

Ignoring the lad’s surprise, Derexam grabbed the bag he’d packed and headed for the door.

“Shouldn’t I clean up first?”

“Don’t worry about that, it’ll be sorted before we get back.” If, he said to himself. Marlien would be no scobberlotcher. He’d seen him work magic many times. But that was years ago; there was no knowing how much more powerful he’d grown since. Having a messy room on his return was the least of his worries. Besides the housekeeper would deal with it.

Jareth and Kaia chose that moment to arrive. They landed near the remains of the breakfast. Jareth quickly went and scavenged for crumbs and gobbled them up. Kaia was more restrained which meant that she got a lot less than he did.

Seeing her need, Alboni went off to the kitchen to return with a small piece of bread which he deposited in front of Kaia. She looked up at him and smiled, her beak open. You could see her teeth and long tongue.

But Jareth immediately muscled in on the slice.

Kaia punched him. “It’s mine, you puke stocking!”

Jareth glared at her and flapped his wings menacingly. “It’s for both of us.”

“No! It’s not! Alboni gave it to me, didn’t you?”

“Well…”

Derexam decided to take a turn. He grabbed for Jareth, but the flitter dodged away having seen his move.

“Oh no you don’t!” Jareth launched himself at the back of Derexam’s hand, landed and immediately pecked him.

“Why you!” Derexam shook him off. The back of his hand hurt. A small drop of blood marked the spot where he’d been jabbed.

Jareth went tumbling through the air before he got control. He swooped in an arc and bore down again on Derexam. In response, he raised his hand in a spell making gesture. This caused Jareth to veer off and speed out the door.

“Thank you. He can be a real gobermouch.” Kaia pointed at his clothes. “Why are you dressed like a commoner.” Derexam explained about the mission. “Well, I’m coming too. I can help.”

“Kaia, I don’t think this is a journey for you.”

“Who are you to tell a flitter what she should or shouldn’t do?” She stamped her foot. “I’m coming and that’s that. I’m no lubberwort.”

Derexam sighed. If Kaia was determined to come, then that meant Jareth would be coming as well. He started to say something then thought better of it. “You can accompany us if you want but stay out of sight. I don’t want to have to explain your presence.”

“You won’t know I’m with you. Flitters know how to hide.”

“That would be for the best. Now finish your meal as we need to leave soon.”

Kaia munched the bread while Alboni and Derexam waited patiently.

She was not long. She pulled off a large chunk and then flew up onto Derexam’s shoulder. He led the way as they descended to the front door and out into the courtyard.

Kaia chose that moment to take flight. In the daylight and at a distance, to a casual observer she would look like a sparrow. She disappeared over the battlements. There was no sign of Jareth, for which Derexam was glad. He set his wards before making for the stables. Entering he sought out the head groom.

“Two good horses for me and the lad.”

The head groom growled in disapproval after Derexam explained his request. “These are the king’s horses.”

“And we ride at the king’s command.” He paused a moment. “Shall I inform His Majesty that you’ve refused my request?”

Something about his challenge must have made the man reconsider. “No, no, I’ll do as you ask.” The groom turned away and shouted at his underlings.

They were soon mounted up and ready to go. Derexam guided the bay he’d been given at a slow walk towards the gate. Behind him, Alboni rode on a chestnut.

The guards watched them approach. Derexam had a sudden panic. What if they wouldn’t let him go? He couldn’t understand his sudden worry about leaving the castle. He’d been a captive far too long. His whole world had become reduced to the confines of castle and palace. He realised his washerwoman had more freedom than he had. And more company. And if they did, why shouldn’t he leave the castle? He nudged his horse forward.

The guards stepped back as they passed. No call to stop. Derexam was elated. Then wondered: had he been imprisoned in the castle to defend Tahlia? Or had he just believed that? Could he have simply walked out years ago?

The horses’ hooves echoed as they crossed the drawbridge and emerged into the outer bailey. Another windmill had been set up in the space between the inner and outer walls. Its blades turned gracefully in the breeze. It seemed a strange spot to have a windmill. But he figured there must be a reason. He turned his attention back to his ride. The outer gate that led to the town beckoned—Arandiad, the largest and most important trade centre in the Fourth Kingdom. Off to his left, the river that provided the outlet for trade and travellers was hidden from view. A couple of masts marked where ships awaited. But that wasn’t the way he’d have to go. His journey would take him inland.

More confident now, Derexam urged his mount into a faster walk. The horse, perhaps pleased at being out, obliged.

The guards at the gate saw them coming and parted to let them through. Almost immediately, they were in the town. On both sides, single and multiple storied half-timbered houses whose fronts leaned out over the street meant that they were processing down the bottom of a shadowed canyon.

Only a few people were about. One or two glanced in their direction before turning away. They seemed indifferent, frightened even. Then he noticed their clothes. Either they were poor, or habits of dress had deteriorated in the time he’d been confined to the castle. And it was not just their dress, but the buildings themselves appeared unkempt.

They entered a square. A half dozen stalls had been set up. Merchants stood beside their stands. A few customers were engaged in haggling with them. The scene was not what Derexam expected. He was sure the last time he’d been in the same square it had been overflowing with activity. He turned to Alboni.

“Is it always like this?”

“Times are hard, m—-” He grimaced. Derexam smiled at him. The lad was learning.

In one corner of the square, Derexam spotted a squad of soldiers. They leaned on their spears. He wondered why the men were there. Where was the town’s constabulary? It was becoming plain Arandiad had changed a lot since he’d last visited it. And not for the better. But it wasn’t his concern. He shrugged his shoulders.

Within a few minutes they came to the town gate. This one was more heavily guarded than the others. People were lined up waiting to go out. A guard spotted them arrive and waved at them. Derexam rode up to him.

The guard gestured at the gate. “You may pass.”

“Why are these people waiting then?”

The guard gave him a blank stare. “Everyone must be checked.”

“But not us.”

The soldier now seemed annoyed. “You ride a king’s horse.” And he pointed at the beast’s flank. Derexam had a quick look. There was a royal brand on its haunches.

“We do indeed ride on the king’s business.” Derexam gestured to Alboni. “Come, we should ride on.” He nudged his horse which moved past the crowd and through the gate. He didn’t check to see if his apprentice followed. Resentful faces looked up at him as rode through the arch.

Beyond the walls there were still houses. Most had the same dejected and unmaintained appearance as those within the ramparts. A few even seemed to be empty and in serious disrepair. It made Derexam realise the town wasn’t prospering. No one had mentioned anything to him about conditions in the kingdom. Seeing how poorly the place looked after all his years of confinement was proving a bit of a shock. His memories of Arandiad clashed badly with what he was seeing. He briefly wondered why before he was distracted by Alboni’s question.

“Which way do we go?”

They had arrived at a junction. Over to one side were a pair of windmills. Only one seemed to be operating as its blades turned slowly. A cart stood beside the steps leading inside. The other one stood still and deserted.

Derexam pulled out a copper pin with a string tied to it. Holding it up by the thread he let it swing. It veered towards the left fork and a bit beyond. He quickly repocketed it and without a word turned to leftward.

As they started down the fork, two birds swooped down on them. They landed on his shoulders. Derexam didn’t have to look to know who it was.

“I see you’ve decided to join us, Jareth.”

“Pah. Without us, you’re just a fauntkin.”

“Don’t you go saying that master Jareth, you’re nothing but a hufty-tufty.”

“And you’re a wind-sucker.”

“Why you!” Jareth took to the air and made for her.

Kaia did likewise and flew off ahead of them. Jareth set off in pursuit. The two of them vanished in the distance.

Derexam groaned. “It’s going to be a tedious trip with that skamelar.”

“Jareth isn’t that bad.”

“Perhaps I’ll turn him into a toad.”

“You mustn’t, m—-!”

Derexam cackled at the thought there could be anything positive in the flitter. “If you’re willing to tolerate him, then I suppose I can.”

The sun was shining when Mel awoke. Nearby birdsong suggested all was well. She got to her feet and stretched. Sleeping on the ground had been uncomfortable. She was cold. Having not eaten the previous night, she was hungry. Ignoring her condition, she took in her surroundings. She had no real idea where she was.

There was no possibility in her simply staying where she was. She went in search of what the forest had to offer before deciding on a direction of travel.

Her hunt for food wasn’t that successful. Apart from some raw birds’ eggs and sorrel leaves there was little to cut her fast. Her meagre repast helped her hunger pangs but still left her wanting more. Finding a farm or a village became her next goal.

After an hour blundering through the forest, she emerged into more open land. The forest continued to her left as far as she could see. A small flock of sheep were grazing on the green. Mel made towards them. As she approached, they retreated. She tried circling but again they moved away. Frustrated, she continued her journey, keeping the forest nearby on her left.

Judging by her shadow, it was probably midmorning when she spotted the village in the distance. Given that it was unheard of for a young woman to travel on her own, she knew the kind of reception she’d get. She also hadn’t got any money to buy provisions. Stealing was the only possibility. However, the open space and farmers in the field made it impossible to approach unobserved. She considered waiting till nightfall, but the presence of savage dogs made any nocturnal approach problematic.

With a sigh, she continued past the settlement. There had to be something better for her.

For the rest of the morning Derexam and Alboni rode in silence. The flitters didn’t return, for which Derexam was grateful. As they went along, he luxuriated in being in the country, enjoying the earthy smells. It was a beautiful day and the sun was out.

The route they were on was simply a hard-compacted dirt path rutted by passing carts. Everywhere pressed into the dry earth were imprints of feet, wheels, and horses’ hooves. At first on either side, there were open fields. Their long narrow strips of dark soil humped up into ridges. Reed-lined ditches ran between them. Farmers toiled away ploughing and weeding. Men and women worked side by side. They ignored their passage.

As they rode, they passed through a couple of small hamlets and even a modest village. By midmorning, they entered woodland. Derexam noted the stumps to either side of the track where trees had been felled for timber. The trail wound along following the contours of a wide stream bed, though largely dry. Only a thin channel carried water. Where it caught the sun, it sparkled.

Derexam enjoyed just gazing at what he saw. It all seemed so new. He wondered whether this was how prisoners felt when released from a long confinement.

Around high sun, he decided he needed a rest. His calves hurt from the riding. He contemplated the thought that he hadn’t been on a horse for a very considerable time.

“How are you feeling, Alboni? You’re not too sore from the ride, are you?”

“Not at all. It reminds me of the times back home when we went hunting.” He paused realising that he’d said something amiss. “I mean it would be like hunting if we were galloping along.”

“I feel like a rest.” Derexam gestured at a convenient spot near the stream. “Shall we break our fast?” He dismounted and tied the reins of his horse to a small tree. Alboni did likewise. Routing in his bag, he produced a loaf of bread and some hard cheese.

“Um, have you nothing better?”

He held up the items. “You told me to take some food for the journey. These travel well.”

Derexam grinned. “I guess I’ve become too used to the pleasures of court life.”

Alboni just looked at him but said nothing.

Their peace was disturbed as, out of the blue, first Jareth and then Kaia alighted by their side.

“And what about our food?” Jareth pointed a finger at his beak.

Alboni tore off a piece of bread and cheese and held his hand out for the flitter to take them. Before he could, Kaia nipped in and grabbed the pieces. She immediately took flight and sped off into the crown of the nearest tree.

“Why you—-!” Jareth set off in pursuit.

“What a bunch of gilly wet foots.”

“That’s flitters for you. They’ll take what you give them, but you’ll get no thanks.”

Alboni passed over half the bread and cheese.

Derexam sat eating his portion, listening to the flowing water and watching the sun’s reflections. Alboni sat beside him.

After they had finished, Derexam was contemplating the idea of a post meal lie-down to allow his aching muscles to relax when Alboni coughed quietly.

“What is it?”

“I was wondering, master, when you’d start teaching me some magic?”

The question surprised him. It showed a new willingness by Alboni to make his requests known. Derexam tried to read his apprentice’s face. There was an expectancy there, even a longing. “Well, why don’t I get you started on a simple spell before we set off again.”

For the next half hour, he explained to Alboni how to create a small flame to light fires or to see in the dark. He had to get the lad to incant the words a half-dozen times before he got it right. It was more his tone than the fact he didn’t remember the foreign words. But Derexam had to acknowledge the boy was a quick learner.

“You can practice while we head on.” Derexam gazed up at the sky. Darker clouds were massing on the horizon. “I think we need to go.”

The storm caught up with them mid-afternoon. The first drops lashed at his face and had he not cast a spell over them, the two of them would have ended up soaked when the heavens opened. The rain made riding unpleasant. The road turned a darker tan as the rain fell, then small and then bigger puddles began to form in the various ruts.

Kaia arrived to take shelter under his magical umbrella. She landed on his shoulder. Jareth was not far behind. He took the other one. They shook the rain off covering Derexam’s jacket in drops of water. For once, the two flitters settled down.

They neared a large village in the early evening. It had stopped raining and the sun had re-emerged as the storm passed. The sinking sun gave the place a warm glow that greatly offset the visible squalor. Pigs roamed around the place at will and even at a distance there was a strong smell of manure. It reminded Derexam just how earthy a place could be.

“We’ll stop here tonight. There’s no knowing when we’ll next find shelter.” His motives weren’t just about finding a place to stay. He was sore all over from riding. Travelling, he ruefully told himself, was greatly overrated. At least, by horse. A carriage might have been a better idea. But he’d chosen to ride as he used to do before his long sojourn in the castle. He groaned. He’d become soft.

“We could go on, unless you’re tired that is?” Alboni seemed unfazed by the ride and in a way that he couldn’t explain, Derexam found that irritating.

He nudged the flitters. “Off you go. Best you don’t be seen with us.”

Jareth poked him. “Must we?”

“You promised.” Derexam grinned at Alboni. “Shall I turn him into a toad?”

Jareth jumped. “There’s no need to get angry, I’m going.” He took to the air. For once Kaia was following the male rather than the other way around. They vanished into the distant trees.

They entered the village. Enquiries indicated that an inn, really a slightly larger farmhouse with a large front room, would put them up for the night. The place smelled of stale ale and tobacco smoke. A woman dressed in plain country clothes but sporting a pinafore watched them enter.

“We’d like food, lodging for the night and a place to stable our horses.” Derexam deposited his bag on the ground.

She frowned at him. “Show me you have money.”

Derexam was about to pull out his purse with the considerable sum he had brought along for the journey when Alboni caught his hand.

The apprentice pulled out his own much more modest pouch and tinkled it. “How much?”

The woman’s eyes flickered from the one to the other. Derexam had the strong sense she was trying to figure out how much they might be willing to pay. His clothes indicated he was better off than others. Alboni’s were much the same as the townspeople’s and somewhat better than the villagers. The impression they gave must speak to having money.

“A ducat each for dinner and the same for the night. For your horses, it’ll be a half-ducat each.”

“That’s robbery. We’ll go elsewhere.” Alboni gestured to him and started to turn away.

“That was for the week. A ducat for everything for the one night.”

Alboni made pretence to consult with him over whether to accept or not. As far as Derexam could tell, there wasn’t another place to stay within miles—unless they wanted to bunk down in one of the hovels in the village. He didn’t think the woman would buy their subterfuge.

“Agreed.” Alboni seemed to relax. “We could do with some ale now.”

“Of course.” The woman disappeared through a door that led to the back.

Picking up his bag, Derexam strode over to a table with benches and sat down. Alboni still clutching his travel satchel followed behind. He sat down opposite him. Derexam lent over to be able to speak quietly. “I’ll be more careful in future.”

“You shouldn’t blame her. She’s only trying to earn a few more coppers. They’ll be gone soon enough when the king’s taxman gets here.”

Derexam had no idea what Alboni was talking about. “I suppose so.”

Alboni, perhaps emboldened by the way he hadn’t corrected him for talking out of turn, continued to speak. “Everyone is suffering from the amount of tax they have to pay. Even my family,” and Derexam sensed he was going to get an insight into his apprentice’s background, “has been hurt. As the fifth son, they were only too happy to sell me to the king. Others,” he gestured at the outside, “resort to banditry.”

“You were sold to the king?” Derexam was indignant at the thought. Then he considered his own position. Karlos hadn’t treated him particularly well, so why should he have any better regard for his other subjects? He realised in the misery of his confinement he hadn’t given much thought to how others might be treated. Still, he considered the idea of parents selling their children horrific.

The woman returned with a large earthenware jug and two wooden beakers. She banged the mugs and jug down on the table, snorted at them and strode off again.

Alboni picked up the pitcher and filled the tumblers. He raised one. “To travels.”

Derexam picked up the other one, sniffed it, from the smell realised it was possibly soured, then clunked it against Alboni’s, before taking a sip. It tasted as it smelled but it certainly seemed to contain a good quantity of alcohol. Shaking his head, he took a gulp and put his mug down.

“Travelling’s very overrated if this,” he held up the mug, “is what you get after a long day’s ride.”

Alboni chuckled. “In all the stories travellers have wonderful adventures and see amazing things.” He tapped the mug gently on the table. “Can you tell me where we’re going?”

Derexam had an insight. The youth was burning to discover the purpose behind their journey. He briefly wondered if he should let him in on his mission but then decided against it. Alboni might be indiscrete. After the events of the previous evening, he’d become wary of everyone—even his apprentice. While worrying all night, he’d even wondered if the lad had been placed by the king as a spy. Perhaps he was making a mistake in bringing him along.

“I’m looking for someone.” Derexam changed the subject. “You seem to have mastered the fire spell. Well done. We’ll try another later.”

The woman reappeared with a tray on which were two bowls and a loaf. She used the edge of the tray to push over their drinks and the pitcher. Derexam eyed the bowl’s dark green contents with some suspicion. It appeared to be a kind of vegetable stew. He wondered if it contained any meat. He sniffed at it. It smelled of cabbage and, also, of onion. At least, it would fill his stomach.

Alboni set to, using the bread to soak up the stew. Derexam copied him. Picking up the bread he quickly understood the apprentice’s actions for it was stale, rock-hard.

They ate in silence. During this time, with the setting sun, the room darkened to the point they were in near darkness.

He was about to call for a light when the woman appeared with a candle and placed it on their table. She looked at the two of them.

“Althorn has stabled your horses. He’ll expect a tip. But give him no more than a few coppers. I don’t want him to get the idea he he’ll be paid extra to do his usual work.” She guffawed at what she must have thought a joke.

“Of course.” Alboni lifted the jug a fraction before thumping it down on the table again. “Bring us another pitcher.”

The woman scowled at them, picked up the jug, then headed off towards the back of the room with it. Before she could go out the door, there was a noise at the front door. Several men entered, glanced at them with surprised expressions before making for the other table in the room. Judging by the smocks and crude trousers they wore, they were locals. One waved at the woman. She gestured back. Then they immediately started to talk among themselves.

Derexam thought of something to say to his apprentice while waiting for the ale to be brought. “I would’ve expected there to be more travellers staying here.”

“I’ve heard few are keen to travel and, if they do, they go in large groups on account of the bandits.”

Derexam considered this for a moment. “That may be the prudent thing to do but I’m in a hurry. We’ll just have to take precautions.”

Alboni seemed to ponder replying but said nothing.

After the woman had resupplied them with ale, they drank this and then retired for the night, taking the candle to guide them. To get to their room under the eaves, they climbed up a steep and narrow staircase to the upper floor. It was a communal sleeping room with seven berths. Two small windows let in the twilight. Sleeping accommodation consisted of straw filled mattresses raised on low wooden platforms. They had the attic to themselves.

After going and feeling a bed, Derexam knew it would be an uncomfortable sleep and not like his own bed back in his lodgings. He pounded on the mattress. “Another joy for the traveller, eh?”

“At least we’re not sleeping in the wild.”

“Live the dream, I say.” Derexam lay down, recited some spells and then almost immediately fell asleep.

The horse cantered along the way. Marlien ignored his tiredness from the long day’s ride. He turned to his companion. “He’s out there somewhere. We’ve got to find him. We can’t let him blunder on. I don’t know what might happen.”

“Are you sure he came this way?”

“As sure as one can be. He left Arandiad this morning. He’d have headed south. That’s what I’d have done.”

“You can’t scry for him?”

“He’d know someone was searching for him. It would put him on guard. He’d make himself invisible. We’ve simply got to catch up with him.”

His companion waved at the setting sun. It had broken through the clouds after the storm had passed. Its rays were turning the clouds a warm pink. “It’ll be dark soon.”

Marlien nodded. “We’ll press on. He can’t be far ahead of us.”

“Unless he went a different way.”

“That’s a possibility, but I don’t think it’s likely. Come, let’s make the best of the fading light.” He spurred his horse into a galop.

It had not been a good day for Mel. After passing the village, she managed to find an unattended field. There were turnips growing there; she recognised their leaves. Using her hands, she dug up one of the plants. She picked it up and retreated to the safety of the forest. The prospect of food made her salivate. Only going a little distance into the undergrowth, she sat down.

Without a flint she had no way to make a fire so had to nibble raw strips of the vegetable. Instead of satisfying her hunger, it made her stomach hurt. She threw away the partly consumed root. A little later she was sick.

After that she lay on her side. The nausea left her shaking. She screamed her frustration and anger. “Olaf! You yaldson! It’s your doing I’m like this.” She tried to think of her mother’s remedies. She retched.

It was late afternoon before she managed to get to her feet. Apart from the hunger pangs and feeling weak, the worst of her sickness had passed. Mel stumbled about trying to see what she could find to sustain her. A small brook that ran along the edge provided her with water. Just drinking made her feel somewhat better. But finding food was another matter.

It began to get dark. She was too tired to continue her search, so she sought a place to camp out for the night. A small hollow provided some protection from the weather. She lay down trying to ignore her hunger.

With darkness came the sounds of the night. The wind rustled the branches and owls called to one another. Somewhere in the darkness, a creature snorted. She gripped her knife as she sought sleep listening to the forest. It took some time for her to nod off and, even then, she only slept fitfully.

Derexam woke from his sleep with bells peeling in his ears. He took a moment to realise it wasn’t part of his dream but his ward waking him. The room was in darkness. He resisted the urge to get up and instead listened.

Somewhere below him, he judged it to be the ground floor, he could discern noises. There was nothing inherently suspicious in the sound except that it was the middle of the night. Then Derexam heard footfall on the stairs. He was sure that a night-time visit was not for social purposes. It brought back memories of his own clandestine activities on behalf of the king. The resemblance was disturbing.

He got up trying to be as quiet as possible and shook Alboni. The boy startled at his touch. “Shush. Be warned, someone’s coming for us.” Derexam’s voice was barely a whisper.

Alboni didn’t panic or shout out, for which Derexam was grateful. The boy slid from the bed and picked up his sword, though he didn’t unsheathe it.

There was another creak from the direction of the stairs. A head appeared. It just stopped there as its owner examined the room. Derexam started to mutter an incantation under his breath. He then stiffened, sensing magic in the air. Not his. Somewhere not far away was a sorcerer casting spells. He followed the magic back to its source. The trail led him to a point that would place the user in the front room downstairs.

Derexam considered what to do. All courses of action he could think of involved trade-offs. He grabbed Alboni’s arm and pointed at the stairwell as he started an incantation. “Exselorat—mandero—elsnora—skadem…”

At the top of the stairs, the head grew a body as the man clambered up the last steps. Behind him another followed.

Someone bellowed.

Derexam let rip with his spell at the sorcerer below. There was a bang and a flash of light downstairs that backlit the stairwell and their attackers.

As the room returned to darkness, Alboni leapt forward sword in hand. But he didn’t have to fight the intruders. The three attackers who had made it into the room found themselves caught in a glowing spider’s web. As they struggled, they became ever more entangled in the net.

Alboni gasped. His sword, which he’d had at the ready dropped to his side.

“This way.” Derexam made for a window that looked out towards the back of the house. He kicked it open before jumping through. Far from falling to the ground below, he descended gently. It allowed him to see a brace of dark shapes that, alerted by the noises, were converging on him from the gate to the backyard. He pointed an index finger at them. A stream of fire engulfed the first one. The target screamed as he burned.

Seeing this, the second halted before trying to run.

In the light of the fire he’d started, Derexam changed focus and flamed the second one. The second victim added his screams to the first one.

Derexam landed on the ground. He scanned the yard and its pyres. There wasn’t anyone else he had to deal with.

Woken from a deep sleep, initially Alboni couldn’t remember where he was. Then it all came back. He gazed at the shadow over him. His master. He started to speak only to be shushed. Then matters became somewhat confused.

He grabbed his sword. Derexam was casting a spell. Then men appeared at the top of the steps but were caught in a glowing net. They fell to the ground.

With a crash, Derexam flew out the window. He shouted at him. “Follow me.”

Alboni hesitated a moment, then ran to the window. The mage was floating down to the ground. Then he remembered. Their packs. He wasn’t leaving without his. He went back to the beds and grabbed first his then, seeing it abandoned, Derexam’s.

It was awkward juggling the three items. Burdened, he stumbled back to the window by the light of a fire raging in the stairwell. He gave the source a quick glance. There was no going down there. He’d have to entrust himself to the window.

He jumped. And floated down. Derexam was below him.

“I’m with you, mas—-”

As the boy landed, he relieved him of his pack. The lad seemed shocked by the two torched men that lit up the yard they were in.

Derexam nudged him. “This way.” He led them towards the gate and away from the inn. Behind him he could hear shouting and yelling. He hoped he had seriously injured if not killed the sorcerer, but he didn’t consider it likely. The consequences of his actions he could see from the way the burning building behind them provided a light to see by as they made their escape.

Derexam didn’t follow the road but cut out across the fields. He didn’t check whether Alboni followed or not. Time was too precious for that. As he strode rapidly in the flickering light of the fire behind him—he didn’t dare run—he muttered wards and spells under his breath. Every so often he’d despatch an incantation with a gesture of his hand.

He had passed into a forest when, exhausted by all his efforts, Derexam stopped, sat down and leaned his back against a tree. In the dark, he sensed rather than saw Alboni collapse next to him.

After resting for several minutes, Derexam felt he could talk without gasping. “Are you alright, son?”

“Why were we attacked? Did you set fire to the inn? We could’ve burned to death.”

Derexam pondered his reply a moment. “Sorry, lad, I don’t know the answers to your questions.” He waited for an answer but got none. “We’re alive, that’s pretty good really.”

“What now, m—-” Alboni stopped. “Sorry. It’s just that…” He left the rest unsaid.

“We’ll rest here for now and go on at first light.” Derexam set some wards so that they wouldn’t be surprised if someone came looking for them. But he was reasonably confident with all the false trails he’d left that even if the sorcerer had survived being set afire, they had at least shaken pursuit for the rest of the night. The thought of the magician made him realise the magic was familiar. But he shook his head. It couldn’t be.

He settled down at the foot of the tree and tried to sleep. But it didn’t come. He lay awake watching the stars appear and disappear in the small patch of sky not cut off by the canopy above him. His mind raced as he tried to pierce together everything that was suddenly happening to him.

Daylight and the sound of birds woke him. He glanced around. Alboni was still fast asleep. Seeing him doze peacefully, he felt sorry for the ordeals he was putting him through. He wondered if he should order him to go home. He considered the idea for a moment but selfishly decided to keep him by his side. Even so, he felt somewhat guilty at his decision.

It was time they moved on. He shook the lad. Alboni stirred. He opened his eyes and jumped up. “It wasn’t a dream, then.”

Derexam burst out laughing. That got him a sour look from his apprentice.

“We’d better break our fast before we set off.”

Alboni rummaged around in his bag and produced the remains of the previous day’s bread. He split it and offered both portions to him. Derexam took the smaller one.

“Right, let’s go.” He hefted his bag and set off through the forest. From the scrapes and snaps, he knew Alboni was following him.

At first the going was through untracked forest, which made for slow going. The undergrowth varied between non-existent and thick bushes that they had to push through. Then they hit a trail and took to the path. It led in the general direction Derexam wanted to follow.

He was not sure how far or how long it had taken but the path eventually ended at a track. Derexam pulled out his metal sliver and held it up. It pointed to the right. They set off in that direction.

“We should have taken the horses.”

Derexam shook his head. “If we had, those at the inn would’ve found us by now.”

“They’re good horses, we’d have outrun them.”

“Well, they’re at the inn. We’re here. We’ll just have to walk.” He didn’t like to explain what he suspected about the horses.

The track wound through the forest avoiding the largest trees. The path appeared little used. No ruts were evident. Either only people on foot passed or the evidence of past travellers had been obliterated by time. While Derexam liked the idea that they were off the main road, that their route seemed disused made him wonder what had happened to those who’d made the way.

It must have been about two o clock by his reckoning when Derexam called a halt. Alboni passed out the last of their provisions. More bread but also some dried meat and raisins. They sat by a small brook whose waters tinkled as they fell over a minor waterfall. Several rotting logs arranged in a semi-circle suggested it was an acknowledged stopping point.

After they had eaten, Derexam sat with his back to a trunk and closed his eyes. He let his mind roam. As if he was a bird his inner vision soared above the trees into the air. He peered around. First towards where they were heading. He spotted a river in the distance. He considered this a promising development.

Next, he cast his eye back the way they’d come. He was somewhat dismayed to realise they’d not travelled as far as he’d thought from the village. He kept his roving eye some distance from the habitation but could still make out the burnt-out inn. Smoke still rose from the ruins. He couldn’t spot any pursuers but knew they were out there somewhere.

Derexam returned to his body. He opened his eyes. Alboni was gazing at him strangely. Derexam grinned. “Are you wanting to learn another spell?”

“I was worried. You passed out. I tried to wake you, but you didn’t stir.”

“I was just having a look.” Derexam smiled inwardly at the youth’s discomfiture at his statement. “I’m a magician, remember.” Alboni nodded. “Right, we’d better head on. There’s a river ahead that I’d like to get to before nightfall.” With that he rose to his feet.

The shadows were long by the time he spotted the river through the trees. It was of a fair breadth and held out the promise of quicker travel.

The way ended at the river. There was no indication that it went on the other side. Where it terminated a good many trees had been removed such that there was an open area at least a hundred yards across. Derexam didn’t concern himself with what it all signified. He set forth along the river bank until they reached a spot where the trees once more came up to the water’s edge. He continued a short way into the virgin forest until he found what he considered a suitable spot.

“We’ll make camp here for the night and see about building a raft tomorrow.” Derexam discarded his pack and sat down on a convenient root.

Alboni did likewise. He gazed around and then pointed at an indentation between two trees. “I’ll make us a fire for our supper.”

“You said we’re out of provisions.”

“There should be game here. I’ll catch us something.” Alboni reached into his sack and pulled out a miniature arbalest. This surprised Derexam. The weapon was small enough to fit into the palm of the hand. As far as Derexam could tell, it seemed more a toy than a practical weapon. Alboni prepared the weapon by pulling back the bowstring and inserting a small dart into the groove. He held it up for Derexam’s inspection before heading off back the way they’d come.

“Alboni, be back before sundown.” There was no reply from his apprentice.

Left to himself, Derexam set about making a place to sleep. He created two makeshift beds using dried leaves. It would be better than nothing. With, all his preparations completed, he decided to start the fire based on Alboni’s promise of meat for supper.

He’d just got the fire nicely going when he heard a noise behind him. He whirled around to see Alboni appear. The youth held up two rabbits which he clutched by their ears.

After he’d skinned and gutted the game, Alboni threaded them onto sticks and placed them to roast over the fire.

It was after dark before the animals were ready. After poking the roasting rabbits with a sharp twig, Alboni passed him one. The seared meat glistened in the firelight.

Derexam’s curiosity about his apprentice resurfaced. “Where did you learn to hunt?”

Alboni shrugged his shoulders. “Everyone who lives in the country knows how to catch and cook game. It’s only townsfolk who expect to get everything already butchered and ready to cook.”

“You’ll have to teach me how to hunt.”

“You could just magic them into your pot.”

Derexam sighed. “You’ll learn that there’s a price to pay for using magic.”

“But you’ve been making spells.”

“Only because I had to. You see…” he paused to consider how to explain the issue, “…magic is like running or fighting. It tires you out. It makes you feel as if you’re ill.”

“But you seem fine.” The boy had a point. But Derexam could recognise the consequences of his free use of magic in the last two days. He would be paying a price later.

After the food, which Derexam had considered delicious, they settled down for the night. The owls and other night creatures that punctuated the rustling of the trees above him failed to keep him awake and he was almost immediately asleep.

Derexam was faced by a huge machine. Cogs, wheels, rotating belts all spinning around. He’d got caught up in the mechanism and was being whizzed back and forth between the different parts. He tried to scream. But nothing came out. Then a bell rang furiously.

Derexam awoke with a start. He frantically gazed around as if expecting to find himself trapped in the machinery. But all he could see was the warm orange glow of the dampened fire and moving blue lights in the distance. These were mostly hidden by the intervening trees.

He scrambled to his feet and muttered an enchantment, at the same time making gestures with his hands. The spell told him there were only three people close by. Alboni still slumbered on his makeshift bed. He was the second. His trap held the third.

Making a light, Derexam clambered through the forest towards his snare. When he got close, he got a good look at the intruder. A man was wrestling with the magical net that held him. He wanted to interrogate him, not have him kill himself by struggling.

“Stop fighting it! The more you fight it, the tighter it becomes.”

The captive continued to tangle with the magical net.

“Stop struggling! It’ll strangle you. Don’t be stupid!”

The figure ceased moving.

Derexam approached his quarry. His light revealed a peasant caught in his net. The man wore breeches and leggings. He had on a chemise over which he wore a tattered sheepskin jacket. At his feet was a long stick.

He went closer. Now that he could see his captive, he realised there was something strange about him. The intruder was slight of build and had a hood that hid his face. He was not at all like the assassins he’d dealt with the previous two nights. He considered whether he was a scout.

“Who are you?”

The form spat in his direction. “What’s it to you, gobermouch?”

“Watch your tongue.” He gestured with his hand. His victim gasped as the chord around his neck tightened. Derexam gestured again. His victim panted hard as he was able to breathe again. “I can do much worse, you know.”

“Name’s Mel.”

“And why were you stalking us?” The prisoner didn’t reply at first. “Well?” He wiggled his fingers.

There was a groan. “Yaldson.”

Derexam twitched his fingers. His prisoner screamed. “Answer my question!”

“I was after your money.”

“That’s better.” He relaxed his grip.

“Are you going to kill me?” There was both concern and a certain resignation in the voice.

“Would you have murdered us for our money?”

“No!” It came out as shock and horror. “Just lifted it off you while you slept.”

“But it hasn’t turned out like that, has it?”

“Sard, no.” Again, the resignation in the voice.

There was a noise behind him. Derexam spun around his hands coming up even as he started chanting. He stopped in mid flow when he spotted Alboni.

“Are we in danger, m—-?” He clamped a hand over his mouth.

“We’ve captured a thief.”

“Really?” Seemingly without worry, Alboni went right up to the captive and gazed at him. He made a light. “You’re a woman!”

“What?” Why hadn’t he spotted it. Derexam knew the reason. The stress of making magic was beginning to catch up with him. He needed time to rest. Time that events weren’t giving him. A part of him longed for the sedentary days in the castle when he could study and learn about the various magics.

“You noticed. Your dalcop master’s not so observant, .” She spat out the last words.

“What are you going to do with her?” Alboni’s tone indicated disapproval of whatever he had planned.

“I haven’t decided.” Then an idea came to mind. “She can help us build the raft.”

“Why should I help you, bespawler?”

Derexam ignored the barb. “Would you rather we left you here then? We can’t free you. You might go and tell someone you saw us. We either leave you here nicely wrapped up or you agree to help us. The choice is yours.”

Her eyes flickered between Alboni and him. “I’ll do it.”

Derexam considered a moment. “I can leave you here till morning”, he was sure his apprentice wasn’t for leaving the woman strangled in the web, “or I could release you but make it so you can’t escape. Which would you prefer?”

Her words came across as a mixture of anger and anguish. “Release me.” There was a pause. “Please.”

Derexam chanted some words. Then he pointed at Mel and chanted some more.

At first, nothing happened. Then the web began to dissolve. Little blue sparks like fireflies coruscated towards the ground before flicking out. Released from her bonds, Mel gulped and staggered forward.

“Right, well, we might as well try and get some sleep. We’ve a busy day tomorrow.”

Without seeing if he was followed, Derexam turned and headed back to their campsite. He could hear but not make out a brief discussion between Alboni and the woman. Then cracking sounds followed by a scream. At this point he turned around.

Mel was slowly making her way back towards him. “What have you done to me?”

“I’ve put you on a leash. You can only go so far away. Then, as you discovered, the pain starts.” He stopped a moment to recall what he knew of the spell. “I think if you don’t return or I move further away, the pain will kill you.”

She glared at him. “Sard, I should kill you for this.” She took hold of a knife in her belt.

“Ah, well, it works both ways, you see.” He turned around and went towards her. When he was about four feet away, she began to scream and fell to her knees. “See.” He backed off. Mel looked up at him. There were tears in her eyes. “You’d have run off if I hadn’t leashed you.” She nodded in agreement. “Good, now that’s settled, I need my sleep.”

He resumed his walk back to their camp site.