Брайан Макклеллан - Blood of Empire

Ka-Sedial meditated in a pool of sunlight on the top floor of what had once been Lady Chancellor Lindet’s townhome in Upper Landfall. It was a gorgeous room, filled with art, astronomical instruments, rare books, and engineering puzzles; the playground of someone who views education with a passionate eye. He’d left it largely untouched since taking control, and he had decided that he quite liked the previous owner. He and Lindet would have a very long, interesting discussion before he cut off her head.

He sat on a cushioned stool, facing east through a great stained-glass window, his eyes closed as he enjoyed this moment of quiet. Quiet was, after all, a rare luxury. He wondered if it would cease altogether in the days to come. Most people thought that ruling was a luxury. He scoffed to himself at the very thought. Ruling was a duty, a terrible responsibility that few approached with any measure of real success.

A rap on the door interrupted his ruminations, and Sedial rubbed at the pain persisting behind his left eye before placing his hands serenely on his knees. “Come.”

The door opened to reveal the face of a middle-aged man with hard, angular features; a square jaw; and a military bearing. He was of middling height with a powerful frame wrapped in the black tattoos of a dragonman. Ji-Noren was, officially, Sedial’s bodyguard. In reality he was Sedial’s spy and military master, and one of about a dozen dragonmen that claimed loyalty to him rather than to the emperor.

“Yes?” Sedial asked.

“We found the girl.”

“The girl?”

“The one you gave to Ichtracia.”

Sedial snorted at the mention of his treacherous granddaughter. “Bring her in.”

A few moments passed before Ji-Noren ushered in a petite Palo woman of about nineteen. She was very attractive, if Sedial had been young enough to still enjoy that sort of pastime. She trembled violently as Ji-Noren laid one hand on her shoulder. Plucked from among the poor natives in that immense slum, Greenfire Depths, the girl had been meant as a peace offering to Ichtracia, a slave to do with as she wished. Ichtracia had simply released the girl and ignored Sedial’s orders.

Sedial looked the girl over for a few moments, reaching out with his sorcery in an attempt to find even the faintest trace of his granddaughter. If they had spent any amount of time together, there would be something there, even if just a whisper.

Nothing.

He produced a leather wallet from his sleeve and unrolled it to reveal a number of needles and glass vials. He drew one of the needles. “Give me your hand.” The woman inhaled sharply. Her eyes rolled like a frightened horse, and Sedial almost commanded Noren to cuff some sense into her. Instead, he reached out and seized her by the wrist. He pricked a vein on the back of her hand, smearing the drop of blood with his thumb before releasing her.

He ignored the frightened sound she made and stared hard at the splash of crimson. He took a few shallow breaths, touching the blood with his sorcery, feeling it create a bridge between his body and hers, between his mind and hers. “When is the last time you saw Ichtracia?” he asked.

The girl’s bottom lip trembled. Sedial squeezed ever so gently with his sorcery, and words suddenly spilled out of her. “Not since the day you left me with her. She sent me away within minutes of you leaving!”

“And you have had no contact with her since?”

“No!”

“Do you have even a guess at where she might be hiding?”

“I don’t, Great Ka! I’m sorry!”

Sedial sighed and wiped the blood from his thumb using a clean scrap of cloth from the table beside him. He returned the needle to his wallet and rolled it up, then flipped his hand dismissively. “She knows nothing. Return her to the Depths.”

Ji-Noren gripped her shoulder, but the woman refused to turn away. Her eyes locked on to his, her teeth chattering. “You…”

“I what, my dear?” he asked impatiently. “I’m not going to torture you?” He gave her his best grandfatherly smile. “Believe me, if I thought it would be of any help, you would be on the way to my bone-eyes at this very moment. But you are nothing more than a weak-willed bystander, and despite what you may have been told, I do not crush insects out of spite. Only necessity.” He gestured again, and within a moment the girl was gone.

Ji-Noren returned a few minutes later. He stood by the door, waiting in silence while Sedial attempted to slip back into that blissful meditation he’d been holding on to earlier. It didn’t work. The moment of peace had passed. His head hurt, the spot behind his eye throbbing intensely every time he used his sorcery. He gave a small sigh and struggled to his feet, crossing the room to a writing desk, where he lowered himself into the chair and began to sign a number of work orders redistributing Palo labor from the housing projects in the north down to a new fortress under construction in the south.

“We have no other way to find Ichtracia?” Ji-Noren asked quietly.

“No,” Sedial replied as he skimmed a work order before adding his signature at the bottom. “We do not. Mundane means have failed – we’ve interrogated everyone with even a tenuous connection with her.”

“And sorcerous means?”

“Dynize Privileged learned to hide themselves from bone-eyes long ago. Even our family blood is not strong enough to allow me to crack her defenses.”

“What about the spy, Bravis?”

Sedial looked down at the bruising on his wrist. The bruising from one granddaughter – from Ichtracia’s sorcery – the pain behind his eye from the other. “Ka-poel is protecting him,” he said quietly, raising his gaze to a little box up on the shelf. The box contained the spy’s finger, as well as several vials of his blood. They had proven useless, but he kept them all the same.

“I’ve widened the search to three hundred miles,” Ji-Noren said. “We will catch them.”

The reassurance just provoked a spike of fury in Sedial’s chest. He pushed it down, signing his name on a work order and pressing it with his official seal. He shouldn’t need soldiers combing cellars and ransacking attics to look for his granddaughter and that filthy spy. He was the most powerful bone-eye in the world. Finding them should be as easy as a thought.

The spot behind his eye throbbed. Second most powerful bone-eye, anyway. Despite his pained state, he felt a sliver of pride for Ka-poel. She would have made an amazing pupil – or a powerful sacrifice. She may still prove to be the latter.

“Ichtracia and the spy are either already on the other side of the continent, or they are hiding just beneath our noses. Continue to focus your efforts on the city.” He rose to his feet again, knuckling his back and giving Ji-Noren a grin. “Ka-poel has spread herself thin. She protects dozens with her sorcery, instead of using it as a weapon. If she was not so distracted, she would have killed me.”