Trudi Canavan - The Magicians' Guild

Yet he also got a childish amusement from their different expressions. Some magicians frowned, others looked puzzled or surprised. Most might have been asleep, their faces smooth and serene.

Catching a soft snore, Rothen smiled. Lord Sharrel leaned back in his chair, his bald head drooping slowly toward his chest. Obviously the exercises to calm and focus his mind had been too effective.

— He’s not the only one not keeping his mind on the job, eh Rothen?

Dannyl opened an eye and smiled. Shaking his head in disapproval, Rothen scanned the faces to see if his friend had disturbed the concentration of the others. Dannyl gave the slightest shrug and closed his eye again.

Rothen sighed. They should have found her by now. He looked up at the rows of magicians and shook his head. Another half-hour, he decided. Closing his eyes, he drew in a deep breath and started his mind-calming exercise once again.

By late morning the mist shrouding the city had been burned away by cheerful sunlight. Standing at the window, Dannyl took a moment to enjoy the silence. The printing machines, while more efficient than scribes, made a din of whirring and thumping that always set his ears ringing.

He pursed his lips. Now that the last batch of reward notices had been printed and sent out, he was free. The mental search had failed, and Rothen was already in the slums. Dannyl wasn’t sure if he should be pleased that he was going out in the fine weather, or dismayed that he must roam about in the hovels again.

“Lord Dannyl,” a voice said, “there is a large gathering of people at the Guild Gates who wish to speak to you.”

Startled, Dannyl turned to find Administrator Lorlen standing in the doorway.

“ Already ?” he exclaimed.

Lorlen nodded, his lips curling into a bemused smile. “I don’t know how they got there. They’ve avoided two sets of Gate Guards and passed into the Inner Circle before arriving here—unless they’re vagrants we missed in the Purge.”

“How many?”

“About two hundred,” Lorlen replied. “The guards say they all claim to know where the missing girl is.”

Picturing that many thieves and beggars amassed at the gates, Dannyl pressed a hand to his forehead and groaned.

“Exactly,” Lorlen said. “What are you going to do now?”

Dannyl leaned against the table and considered. It had been no more than an hour since he had sent the first messengers out with copies of the reward. Those at the gates were the first of a horde of informers that was sure to follow.

“We need somewhere to question them,” he mused aloud.

“Not in the Guild,” Lorlen replied, “or people will make up stories just for the chance to have a look at us.”

“Somewhere in the city then.”

Lorlen drummed his fingers softly on the doorframe. “The Guard have several halls around the city. I will arrange to have one of them prepared for our use.”

Dannyl nodded. “Could you ask for some guards to remain to keep order, as well?”

The Administrator nodded. “I’m sure they’ll be quite anxious to stay.”

“I’ll see if I can find some volunteers to help question the informers.”

“It sounds like you have everything in hand.” Lorlen took a step back from the doorway.

Dannyl smiled and inclined his head. “Thank you, Administrator.”

“If you need anything else, just send a messenger to me.” Lorlen nodded, then strode away.

Crossing the room, Dannyl gathered up the implements he had used to draft the reward notice and placed them in the ornate writing box. He entered the corridor and hurried toward his quarters, stopping as a novice stepped out of a nearby classroom and began to stroll toward the stairs.

“You there,” Dannyl called. The youth froze before spinning around. His eyes met Dannyl’s, then slid to the floor as he bowed. Dannyl swept down the corridor and thrust the box into the boy’s arms.

“Take these to the Magicians’ Library and tell Lord Jullen that I will collect them later.”

“Yes, Lord Dannyl,” the novice replied, nearly dropping the box as he bowed again. He turned and hurried away.

Continuing to the end of the corridor, Dannyl started down the stairs. Several magicians stood within the Entrance Hall, all staring through the huge doors of the University toward the gates. Larkin, a young Alchemist who had recently graduated, looked up as Dannyl neared the bottom of the stairs.

“These are your informers, Lord Dannyl?” he asked, grinning.

“Reward seekers,” Dannyl said dryly.

“You’re not bringing them in here,” a gruff voice said.

Recognizing the sour tone of the University Director, Dannyl turned to regard the magician.

“Would you like me to, Director Jerrik?” Dannyl asked.

“Absolutely not!”

From behind, Dannyl heard Larkin utter a soft bark of amusement and he resisted the temptation to smile. Jerrik never seemed to change. He had been the same disapproving, sour old man when Dannyl had been a novice.

“I’m sending them to a Guard hall,” Dannyl told the old magician. He turned away, wove between the other magicians milling around in the hall, then started down the stairs.

“Good luck,” Larkin called.

Dannyl raised a hand in reply. Ahead, a dark crowd of milling bodies was pressed against the ornate bars of the Guild Gates. Dannyl grimaced, and sought a mind familiar to him.

— Rothen!

— Yes?

— Look. Dannyl sent a mental image of the scene. He felt alarm from the other magician, which quickly changed to amusement as Rothen realized who the people were.

— Informers already! What are you going to do?

— Tell them to come back later, Dannyl replied, and that we won’t be tossing money to anyone until we have the girl. As quickly and clearly as mental communication allowed, he explained that Administrator Lorlen was organizing a place in the city to interview the “informers.”

— Shall I come back to help?

— I couldn’t keep you away if I tried.

He sensed amusement from the older magician, then Rothen’s presence faded beyond his detection.

Drawing closer to the gate, Dannyl could see people pressing against the bars and jostling each other. A bewildering clamor of voices reached his ears as they all began to call to him at once. The guards regarded Dannyl with a mixture of relief and curiosity.

He stopped about ten paces from the gates. Straightening his back to take full advantage of his height, he crossed his arms and waited. Slowly the noise dwindled. When the crowd had quietened, Dannyl worked the air before him to amplify his voice.

“How many of you are here with information regarding the girl we are seeking?”

A clamor of voices rose in reply. Dannyl nodded and lifted a hand to silence them again.

“The Guild welcomes your assistance in this matter. You will be given an opportunity to speak to us individually. We are arranging for a Guard hall to be prepared for this purpose. The location of this hall will be posted on these and the city gates in an hour. In the meantime, we ask that you return to your homes.”

A few grumbling voices rose in the back of the crowd. Dannyl lifted his chin and put a note of warning in his voice.

“No reward will be given until the girl is secure within our protection. Only then will the reward be paid, and only to those who have given us useful information. Do not approach the girl yourself. She may be da—”

“ She’s here !” a voice shrieked.

Despite himself, Dannyl felt a thrill of hope. A disturbance stirred the crowd and people grumbled as someone pushed their way forward.

“Let her through,” he commanded.