D. Jackson - A Plunder of Souls

“Then what?”

“Then he sailed away from Boston. I thought at the time that he had left for good.”

“It seems you were wrong,” Sephira said. “So, help me to understand. Is this Ramsey character more powerful than you are?”

Ethan shook his head. “No. But he’s no weaker, either. He’s cunning, and I’m afraid he’s a bit mad. If I’m remembering the color of his power correctly, and if he has come back to Boston, he has a reason.”

“Do you know what that reason is?”

“I wish I did,” he told her.

Mariz stared hard at him, and Ethan knew why. The night before he had told the man of the grave robberies; they had spoken of the odd troubles they were having with their conjurings. Ethan had no doubt that these things were connected in some way to Ramsey’s return. Mariz suspected as much as well. But the conjurer couldn’t bring this to Sephira’s attention without revealing that he and Ethan had spoken without her knowledge, or that he had helped Ethan evade Nigel, Nap, and Gordon.

The truth was, Ethan didn’t know anything for certain, and he wasn’t yet ready to tell Sephira more about the desecrations or to share with her his vague suspicions about Ramsey. He avoided meeting Mariz’s intense gaze, knowing that the conjurer could do nothing more than glare.

“Well, Ethan, it sounds like this is your fault after all. You let this Ramsey character escape from you six years ago, and now he’s back. So, I’m going to leave it to you to deal with him.”

“I’m going to need to speak with Rowan,” Ethan said.

“About my inquiry?” she demanded, indignant.

“Ramsey was here,” Ethan said. “It may be that he has some history with the Rowan family. Perhaps the elder Rowan worked with Keller and Forrs. I can’t ‘deal with him,’ as you put it, without speaking to both the son and the father.”

Sephira’s glare left little doubt as to how she felt about this. But she said, “Fine. Speak with them both. Just make it clear that you’re doing it for me, that this is still my job.”

“Of course. What kind of thieftaker would try to steal a job from a rival?”

If she recognized herself in his question, she didn’t give him the satisfaction of showing it.

“Get him out of here,” she said to Mariz.

“I need my knife and my mullein.”

He thought she might refuse, but after a moment’s hesitation, she nodded to Nigel.

The big man handed Ethan the blade and the pouch. “One day she’s goin’ to let me do as I want with you, an’ then, the beatin’ you took today will seem like a stroll on the Common.”

Ethan turned and walked away, Mariz trailing behind him. Once they were outside, the conjurer said, “You should have told her.”

“I should have told her what? That I think Ramsey might be robbing graves, and that whatever he’s doing is making my conjurings less reliable? I don’t want Sephira to know that.”

“I could tell her.”

“Yes, you could. But you know how smart she is. It wouldn’t take her long to understand that if my power is weakening, yours is, too. She already knows that the warding you put on Nigel today didn’t work. Do you really want her to question your usefulness?”

Mariz didn’t answer. He escorted Ethan to where young Mr. Rowan was waiting. But just before they reached the merchant, he said in a low voice, “You are afraid of this Ramsey, are you not?”

“Aye,” Ethan said. “As I said to Sephira, he’s not any more powerful than you and I are. But he would do anything, kill anyone, to achieve his ends, whatever they may be.”

“So, I will help you fight him.”

“Sephira might have something to say about that.”

“If Miss Pryce feels that he is a threat to her clients, she will want me to kill him, and it sounds as though in a battle with this man, I might require your aid.”

Ethan wasn’t sure how to reply. “Perhaps it won’t come to a battle,” he finally said.

Mariz quirked an eyebrow, but said nothing.

The younger Rowan marked their approach and closed the remaining distance in a few quick strides. “Can my men get back to work now?”

“Yes, sir,” Ethan said. “But I wonder if I might have a word with you before you join them inside.”

“What about?” He cast a quick look at Mariz.

“I will return to Miss Pryce,” the conjurer said. To Ethan, he added, “We will speak again soon.”

“Aye,” Ethan said. “I look forward to it.”

Once Ethan and Mr. Rowan were alone, the merchant asked, “Did you wish to speak of…?” He wet his lips. “Of what you saw at our home last night?”

“Not directly, sir, though it may be that last night’s encounter and what happened here at the warehouse are connected.”

“That is a most remarkable assertion, Mister Kaille. How is that possible?”

“I have few answers right now, sir, and a great many questions.”

“Yes, of course. Proceed.”

“Thank you. Have you or your father had dealings with a merchant captain named Nathaniel Ramsey?”

“Ramsey,” Mister Rowan repeated. “The name is familiar, although I can’t remember exactly why. I’ve not had dealings with him, but it’s possible that my father has.”

“Would you mind if I approached him about this?”

“Not at all. Do you believe that this Ramsey fellow is responsible for the damage done to our warehouse?”

“I should have been more precise with my question. There were two Nathaniel Ramseys. One, whom your father might have known, died seven years ago. The second is his son, who I believe may recently have returned to Boston. I believe it’s possible that he was responsible for the damage inflicted on your goods.”

Rowan glanced around and asked in a whisper, “And how might this be connected to the appearance of my mother’s ghost?”

“That is a more difficult question, sir. I believe it’s possible that the younger Ramsey, Nate, might have been connected to the desecrations at King’s Chapel Burying Ground. And I believe that those desecrations might have … unsettled the dead.”

“Had I not seen my mother’s shade with my own eyes, I would say that you were mad. But of course I have seen it, and it seems that my entire world has been turned on its head.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Why would Ramsey do these things? What is it he wants from me?”

“I don’t yet know the answer to that, sir. I once had dealings with him, and I found him to be clever, but unbalanced, and utterly ruthless. Whatever his purpose, I don’t believe you and your father are his only targets. A good many graves have been disturbed, and from what I hear from Se-that is, from Miss Pryce, yours was one of several warehouses to have been abused in this way.”

“That is my understanding as well.” Rowan took a breath and pulled himself to his full height. “All right. I have tasks to which to attend, and you have an inquiry to conduct. My father is at home today; you can find him there. I would like you to report back to me when you can.”

“Yes, sir,” Ethan said. It pained him to speak his next words, but he had made a promise to Sephira, and a pointed one at that. “Miss Pryce is conducting the inquiry that pertains to your warehouse. I’ll leave it to her to speak to you of those matters. But I promise to keep you informed with respect to my inquiry on behalf of your congregation.”

“Very good. Thank you.”

Ethan left Long Wharf, pausing once he reached King Street. He wanted to speak with Mr. Rowan the elder, but he also wished to approach Sebastian Wise, who had warehouses on Burrel’s Wharf. He had a list of more than a dozen names from Pell: the recently deceased whose graves had been violated. He wished to speak with their families as well. He wanted more information from Janna, and from Gavin Black. And a part of him wanted to search Boston’s entire waterfront for the Muirenn . If he could find Ramsey, he might not need to speak with any of the others. He had little doubt that the captain was behind all the mischief that had been visited upon the city in the past several days.