James Galloway - The Tower of Sorcery

"Ah," Allia said. "We don't have contact with that Clan. They're too far south."

"Then there you go," she said, walking away from them and sitting down sedately on the bench. Her bushy fox tail swept back and forth a few times, then settled to a stop behind her.

"How did you find us?" Tarrin asked curiously.

"You're not the only one with a nose," she told him with a wink. "Unlike most of the Wikuni, I have the senses of the animal as well as the looks. Both of you have very distinct scents, and neither of you did anything to hide your trail."

"Now what?" Allia asked Tarrin quietly.

"Now, we talk," Keritanima replied for him, patting the stone bench beside her impatiently.

"About what?"

"About why it seems so odd that I find a Selani and a Were-cat in the Initiate at the same time as myself, when the Tower hasn't had a Non-human in the Initiate since before the Breaking."

That got Tarrin's attention. Then again, he realized that Keritanima was a High Princess, someone that, being used to political intrigue, would quickly see the oddities. He nodded to Allia, and they sat down on the bench beside Keritanima's after Tarrin moved it so they could face each other. Tarrin gave the amber-eyed Wikuni a calm look. "I've been curious about the same thing," he said. "So I've decided to find out what's going on. Since it seems to involve Allia, and now you, I think we should pool our knowledge and see if we can't work out some ideas."

"Well, you've been here longer than me, so give me some background. I can't work on something if I don't know anything about it."

Tarrin and Allia then took turns telling the Wikuni about what they knew. About the inordinate attention they'd been receiving, about the Keeper's gift to Tarrin of the amulet, and how it wouldn't come off, and about the multiple attacks by the mysterious unseen enemy. Tarrin stressed that, at first, he thought that he was the target, then realized later that Allia had been present during all of them but one. Two, now. Tarrin told her about the conversations he'd had with the Keeper, about his mistrust of her, and her reactions when he gave her Kravon's name and with certain other things. Then he went back to the attacks. Although they wanted Tarrin dead, it was obvious that Allia was also on that list. And because Keritanima was also a Non-human in the Initiate, a non-human that could do Sorcery, that put her at possible risk as well.

"Now that you say that, I have to admit that what happened to us coming here makes sense," she said.

"What?" Tarrin asked.

"We were attacked six times by Zakkite ships," she said. "The Zakkites dwell on the southern continent of Valkar. They have a mighty navy, and they try to rule the twenty seas through force. The Wikuni have been at war with them for generations. We were attacked six times by sizable groups of Zakkite ships. Each time, they specifically came after my ship. After the first time, my ship was put at the center of the formation, I was transferred to another vessel, and more ships were called from Wikuna. And that didn't help, because they came after my ship the next time, and the next. Almost as if they had a spy in our fleet."

"I don't think that's coincidence, but I don't see how some kingdom across the sea could be connected with what happened to us," Tarrin said dubiously.

"If this Kravon fellow has the magic to send Trolls and Wraiths after you, then I don't see why he couldn't contact the Zakkites and tell them where I was, then pay them to try to sink me."

"A bit far fetched, but possible," Allia agreed.

"Far fetched works in politics," Keritanima shrugged. "The more distance you can put between you and a murder, the less chance it comes back to you. Alright then, I think we can say with some certainty that there is an attempt to get us-all three of us-out of the way. We know what is going on. We know, at least partially, who is to blame. This Kravon fellow you mention. Now we need to find out the other three questions: how, when, and most importanly, why." She got up from her bench and began to pace, her hands clasped behind her back, her furry brows lowered in thought. "You say that the Keeper wasn't surprised about you finding out this name, and you said that you think that the Keeper may know what's going on. So, we may be able to found out the why of it from her. The Keeper's been around a while, so that's not going to be easy. Any information she has is likely to be very hard to find, and what we can find will probably be defended."

"I came up with the same things," Tarrin sighed.

Keritanima gave him a grin. "I think I could make something of you, Tarrin," she said. "You made the right conclusions. But the Keeper isn't the whole Tower," she said. "The Council may also have some information laying around that we can use. I don't doubt that the Keeper either told them what's going on, or had to talk very fast with them in order to keep them in line. After all, I heard that it's going to take all of them to raise this Ward that's supposed to help protect us from the attacks."

"I don't understand how that gives the Council answers," Allia said.

"It's quite simple, Allia," she replied. "The Council will obviously want a reason for why they have to put out so much effort. When the Keeper says it's for Tarrin's protection, the next logical question is 'who wants to kill him?' Well, for her to answer that, she'll either be giving them information that we need, or lying to them in order to secure their cooperation. Either way, it's information we'll want to know. If she gave them answers, then that's information that we can use. If she lied to them, we can use that too."

"How?" Tarrin asked.

"Any number of ways," she said, turning to them and holding out her hand. "One," she said, ticking a finger. "Leverage. We could use that information against the Keeper as a threat. Two." She ticked another finger. "The very lies she tells may be useful to us, just for what she says. The best lie is a lie that is sweetened with truth. Sometimes those small truths can be added up together to form part of a real answer. Three." She ticked another finger. "If she's lying then it's something that she doesn't want her council to know, or she doesn't trust them. Either way, we'll know where to look for the information that we need. Knowing why she lied may be useful itself. Four." She ticked her last finger, keeping her thumb tucked against her palm. Tarrin noticed that she had a pad on her palm, and her fingers, the same way he did. "If we know what those lies are, we can build on them ourselves in order to further our own interests. All it takes is a little bit of creative thinking."

Tarrin was impressed. This was something at which the politically versed Keritanima excelled. "You certainly don't seem like the Brat Princess right now," he laughed.

She grinned at him. "I have no idea why I told you. I could have easily lied my way out of it. I guess I trust you or something, which is a first."

Or something , an impish voice called in his mind for the briefest of moments, and then it was gone. Tarrin smiled to himself, both relieved and excited. So his memories of that weren't dreams, or nightmares. "I must say, I like this version of Keritanima much better than the old," Allia added. "Your screams hurt my ears."

"I practiced a long time to get them that way," she said with a laugh. "You have no idea how much work it was for me to perfect that."

"Why?" Tarrin asked. "Why all this deception?"

"Protection," she said with a sigh and a defensive tightening around her eyes. "I have three sisters behind me, any of which would gladly plant a dagger in my back at the first available opportunity. And that doesn't take into account the army of greater and lesser nobles, all of which view my untimely demise as an event worthy of a celebration. Because they all think I'm a scatterbrained wastrel with no thoughts for anything but pretty dresses and jewels, they constantly underestimate me. It's what keeps me alive." She sat down again. "To be very honest, I don't want the throne. I'd be much happier anywhere else. But whoever does take the throne after my father dies will track me down and have me killed, because I'll be a direct challenge to her power. I could decide ten years down the road that I wanted the throne, and law would demand that she step aside in my favor. There's no law for abdication in our country. I can't just say 'I don't want the throne' and expect to be left alone. I learned that when I was about seven years old. And that was when the Brat Princess was born. The only reason I'm still alive is because Jenawalani, Veranika, and Luralalena think that the only reason I'm still alive is blind luck."