Michael Manning - The Line of Illeniel

“I may be overstepping, but does this mean you have forgiven him already?” she asked Penny.

Penny blushed, “He was very persuasive.”

Rose laughed, “I’ll wait here in the hall till you’re both ready. Unless you would prefer I come back at a later time?”

I wanted to shout that later would be best but Penny answered first, “We’ll be presentable in just a few minutes if you don’t mind. Thank you Rose.” I heard the door close and I peeked out into the main room.

“It’s safe,” said Penny. We dressed hurriedly and once we were somewhat presentable Penny opened the door. I wasn’t quite ready to face Rose so soon.

“I came to ask if you’d been to see your father’s house yet,” Rose said after we had all sat down.

My first impulse was to answer that Royce couldn’t possibly own a house in Albamarl till I realized she must mean Tyndal Illeniel, “He owned a house here?”

“Of course, he was a counselor to the king. Naturally he and your mother kept their residence here. You didn’t know?” Rose seemed genuinely surprised.

“No, it never occurred to me. I only recently learned who he was and things have been so busy I hadn’t thought to ask. Why wasn’t the house sold after he died? No one knew I was alive after all.” Without an heir ownership should have reverted back to… I wasn’t sure who, but someone should have taken possession by now.

“Hah! No one would dare enter his home. Think of what he was! Even robbers and vandals have given it a wide berth since his death,” Rose answered. What she said made sense; I would probably have put wards and protections around my own dwelling.

“So it has stood untouched since my parents were there last?” The thought brought a host of fanciful ideas to mind. What had they been doing before they left? What secrets were there? How many of their possessions remained? I had never known them in life yet their home might be full of answers about their lives.

“As far as I know… yes.” Rose’s eyes twinkled; she seemed as excited by the prospect of exploring the house as I was. She had an insatiable curiosity. Despite her beauty it was impossible to forget that behind her blue eyes lurked a mind as sharp as a razor. “Shall we go take a look?”

“I would love to. You already know the way?” I replied.

“This city is my home. Penny this man’s head is addled. If I hadn’t seen him naked a moment ago I would still be wondering what you see in him,” she teased.

Penny started laughing and I blushed again. I suspected Rose would be using that to embarrass me for years to come. “He does have his talents,” Penny added. I wasn’t sure if she was referring to my magic or… or my other magic.

I gathered up my sword and staff and we set out with Rose leading the way. Since we had arrived in Albamarl we hadn’t had an opportunity to see much of the city beyond the royal palace itself so the walk was educational. The city was laid out much like a wagon wheel, with the palace at its center. Once we were out of the palace proper we followed the inner hub road until we came to another ‘spoke’ road that led outward.

At the place where the roads met was a large garden on the side nearest the palace. It was unusual in that its main feature was a massive rock that seemed to thrust up from the very earth. It had to be natural; no feat of men could have moved such a massive stone there to be a garden feature.

Is he sleeping?

“Did you say something?” I asked my companions. I wasn’t entirely sure whose voice I had heard.

Penny and Rose had been deep in conversation, so my question seemed out of place, “Rose was just saying that she’d like to stay with us for a while in Washbrook. Haven’t you been listening?”

As a matter fact I had tuned them out. Women’s conversation often seems like a sort of pleasant background noise to me, but obviously I couldn’t tell them that. “Sorry I thought I heard something else, don’t mind me,” I replied.

He’s awake.

I heard that clearly. This time I knew for sure that the girls weren’t the source. I stopped in the street, peering around me. Penny realized immediately that I must have sensed something while Rose looked at me curiously, “Something we should know?” she asked.

I held my finger to my lips, motioning them to silence and with a few words I put a shield around them. I had gotten much better at it over the past year and it hardly took me more than thought and a few well-placed words. “There’s something here, but I’m not sure what or who.”

Who or what, what or who, he hears us no matter what we do.

It was mental, not a voice at all. That gave me some concern; nothing should be able to speak directly to my mind while my inner shield was up. I stretched out my senses, expanding them to find whoever was playing these tricks.

“Mort, what’s going on?” Penny said.

“Someone is talking to me. Give me a moment; I’m trying to find them.” I couldn’t concentrate and answer her questions at the same time. We stood in the street for several minutes while I searched the area with my mind. I found nothing. Finally I gave up and we started walking again. I explained what I had ‘heard’ but neither of them had any better idea as to what it might have been.

The fact that I hadn’t been able to find the person responsible had me worried. I immediately thought of the creature Penny and I had fought that night two weeks ago. I had been looking for ‘holes’ though. I should have been able to spot the empty place even if it was one of them. I really needed a name for whatever those creatures were.

Whatever this had been, it managed to speak directly to my mind, despite my shields. That shouldn’t be possible. I remained watchful for the rest of our walk, not that it did any good. Soon enough we reached my father’s house.

“This is it,” Rose said, but I already knew that. The large stone mansion fairly glowed in my sight. Unlike the rest of the city it was constructed of grey granite and every part of it was enchanted. Each stone looked to be individually worked with runes, making them stronger and linking them together. No mortar was in evidence, none was needed. The gaps between the stones were so tiny I doubt I could have slipped a fingernail between them.

The house appeared to be three stories tall; which made it stand out among the shorter buildings in the neighborhood. “The house is not warded,” I stated simply, but the fact was hard to comprehend. Enchanting each stone must have taken a lifetime.

“Are you sure?” Rose questioned, “The stories about this house make it sound as if it is guarded by a thousand magics.”

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t being clear. The house isn’t guarded by anything as simple as wards; rather the entire structure is enchanted. How could my father have done this? It would have taken most of his life to build.” My awe was evident in my voice.

“He didn’t build it. This house was built not long after the founding of Albamarl, some seven hundred years ago. It was built by one of your great-grand-sires,” she clarified.

That gave me pause. What would it have been like to be raised here, surrounded by magic? Guided by a father who knew magecraft and the history of our family; life would have been very different. For a moment I felt the loss, the knowledge that could never be regained. I was a stranger to my family’s past, picking at the threads of a long frayed tapestry; trying to reconstruct a story of men long gone.

Nothing would be gained standing in the street, so I stepped up to the door. It was a massive oak construction, wide enough for two men to stand abreast. The timbers were so wrapped in runes and symbols that they looked almost gold in my sight. Reaching out I attempted to touch the door-handle, but my hand came up short, stopping several inches from it. An invisible barrier prevented me from even contacting it.