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“Hush.”
But the girl didn’t vanish until Evanton came to stand by Kaylin’s side. “You’re not one for obedience, blind or otherwise,” he told her, with just a hint of frustration in a voice that was mostly approving. “But I believe I told you to look at nothing too closely.”
“If you saw what I saw—”
“I may well, girl. But as I said, I see many things that the water chooses to reveal. There is always temptation, here, and it knows enough to see deeply.”
“Thisis not—”
“Is it not? Here you sit, spellbound, horrified, gathering and hoarding your anger—which, I believe, is growing as the minutes pass. It isn’t always things that tempt our basest desire—not all temptation is sensual or monetary in nature.” He lifted his hands and gestured and the water rippled at the passage of a strong, strong gust.
All images were broken as it did, and the girl’s face passed into memory—but it was burned there. Kaylin would not forget. Couldn’t. Didn’t, if she were honest, have any desire to do so.
“I know what you saw, Kaylin Neya. More of your life is in your face than you are aware of, in this place. And in the store,” he added quietly.
“This is why you called me,” she said, half a question in the flat statement.
“On the contrary, Kaylin, I requested no one. But this, I believe, has some bearing on the call the Hawks did receive. Even had I wanted to deal with the Law directly—and I believe that there are reasons for avoiding it—I would merely send the report or the request. The old, belligerent Leontine who runs the office would decide who actually responds.”
“Marcus,” she said automatically. “Sergeant Kassan.”
“Very well, Sergeant Kassan, although it was clear by description to whom I referred.” He paused, and then added, “Something was taken from this … room.”
Her eyes widened slightly. “How the hell did someone get into this room?”
“A very good question, and believe that I have friends who are even now considering the problem.”
“Friends?”
“At my age, they are few, and not all of them are mortal, but,” he added, and his face warped into a familiar, wizened expression, “even I have some.”
“And they—”
“I have merely challenged them to break into the elementarium without causing anything to alert me to their presence.”
“Good luck,” she muttered.
“They will need more than luck,” he said softly. “But I expect most of them will survive it.”
She straightened slowly, her knees slightly cricked. It made her wonder how long she’d knelt there. The answer was too damn long; she was still tired from the previous night’s birthing. But the elation of saving a cub’s life passed into shadow, as it so often did.
“What was stolen?” she asked Evanton as she rose. Her voice fell into a regular Hawk’s cadence—all bored business. And watchful.
“A small and unremarkable reliquary,” he replied. “A red box, with gold bands. Both the leather and the gold are worn.”
“What was in it?”
“I am not entirely certain,” he replied, but it was in that I-have-some-ideas-and-I-don’t-want-to-tell tone of voice. “The box is locked. It was locked when I first arrived, and the keys that were made to open it … It has no keyhole, Kaylin.”
“So it can’t be opened.”
“Jumping to conclusions, I see.”
She grimaced. “It has to be opened magically.”
“Good girl,” he replied softly.
“This isn’t really Hawk work—”
“The Hawks don’t investigate thefts?”
“Ye-es,” she said, breaking the single syllable into two. “But not petty thefts as such, and not without a better description of the value of what’s been stolen.”
“People will die,” he told her quietly, “while the reliquary is at large. It exerts its power,” he added softly, “on those who see it and those who possess it. Only—” He stopped. His face got that closed-door look that made it plain he would say no more. Not yet.
“There were two people here,” she said at last.
“Yes. Two. An unusually large woman, or a heavyset man, by the look of those treads, and an unusually small one, or a child, by the look of the second.” He met her eyes.
And she knew who the child had been.
The shop seemed more mundane than it had ever seemed when Evanton escorted them back into it. His robes transformed as he crossed the threshold and the power of wisdom gave way to the power of age and gravity as his shoulders fell into their perpetual bend.
He was once again the ancient, withered shopkeeper and purveyor of odd junk and the occasional true magic. And this man, Kaylin had chattered at for most of her adolescence. If Severn was circumspect—a word she privately hated—she had no such compulsion.
“You think there are going to be murders associated with this theft.”
He didn’t even blink. “Indeed.”
“Or possibly already have been. When exactly did you notice this disturbance?”
“Yesterday,” he replied, his lips pursed as he sought his impossible-to-miss key ring.
“But you don’t think it happened yesterday?”
“I can’t be certain, no. As I said, I’ve sponsored a bit of a contest—”
She lifted a hand. “Don’t give me contests I can’t enter.”
He lifted a brow. “Oddly enough, Private, I think you’re one of the few who could. Possibly. You make a lot of noise, on the other hand, and it may—”
“Evanton, please, these are people’s lives we’re talking about.”
“Yes. But if I am to be somewhat honest, they are not lives, I feel, you would be in a hurry to save.”
“You’re dead wrong,” she said, meaning it.
“About at least one of them,” he said softly. “But if I am not mistaken, she is not—yet—in danger. I feel some of the mystery of their entrance can only be answered by her.”
“By achild?”
“You might wish to fill the corporal in on what you saw,” Evanton told her.
“It’s not necessary,” Severn replied, before Kaylin could. “I have a good idea of what she saw.”
“Oh?”
“She gets a particular look when she’s dealing with children in distress.” He paused and then said, voice devoid of all texture and all emotion, “Kaylin has always had a weakness for children. Even when she was, by all legal standards, a child herself.
“And that’s not a look she gets when the child is happy or looks well treated,” he added softly. “Then, she’s only wistful.”
Evanton nodded as if everything Severn had said confirmed what he already knew. “Very well. You make a good team,” he told them both. “He’s much better for you than those two Barrani slouchers.”
Kaylin sidestepped the question in the old man’s words. Remembered the brief touch of Severn’s palms on her cheeks. But that was personal. This was worse.
“What will the manner of death be?”
“That, I cannot tell you. It is very, very seldom that I invite visitors into the elementarium, and with cause. You felt compelled to touch nothing and take nothing, because that room had nothing to offer you.”
“I felt compelled—”
“Yes, but not to take, Kaylin. Not to acquire. And I cannot yet tell you why the water chose to show you the girl. I can only tell you that what you saw was in some fashion true.”
“She called me by name.”
He spun so fast she almost tripped over him and sent them both flying—which in his case would probably have broken every bone in his frail body. She managed to catch herself on the wall.
“By name?” he asked, one brow melding with his receding hairline.
She nodded.
“Ah, girl,” he said, with a shake of the head. He turned away again. “If I had found you first—”
“What does it mean?”
“I cannot say for certain,” he replied. “But this much, I can guess—she touched the heart of the elemental water, and woke some of its slumbering intent. It wants you to find her, Kaylin.”
“And that’s a bad thing.”
“It may well be,” Evanton replied. “But if I told you—if I could honestly tell you—that it would mean the end of the Empire itself were you to pursue it, you’d pursue it anyway.
“Water is canny that way. It sees into the deeps that we hide.” But he turned away as he spoke.
“Evanton—”
“Old man—”
He stopped as Severn and Kaylin’s words collided, but did not look back. “If you’re about to accuse me of knowing more than I’ve told you, stand in line and take a number,” he said in a voice so dry a little spark would have set it on fire. “I’m a very busy man. Do come and visit again.”
“Kaylin—”
Kaylin lifted a hand and swatted her name aside.
“You’re going to crack the road if you don’t stop walking like that.”
“Severn, I don’t have a sense of humor about—”
“Almost anything? Fair enough. I’ve been accused of that.”
She stopped walking. Although his stride was easily the longer of the two, she’d been making him work to keep up. Not that it showed. Much.
Since her entrance into the ranks of the Barrani High Court, Kaylin had grown more aware of Severn; of where he was, how close he was, or how far. It was as if—as if something bound them, something gossamer like spider’s web, but finer, and ultimately stronger. She had given him her name—if it was her name—and he had accepted it.
But he had never used it. When she shut him out, he accepted the distance.
It’s not my name,he had told her quietly,it’s yours. If I understand Barrani names at all.
I’m not Barrani.
You’re not human. Not completely. But you’re still Kaylin.
Could you? Could you use it?
He’d been quiet for a long time; she could still remember the texture of that silence, the way he’d stared at her face for a moment, and then turned away almost wearily. What do you want me to say, Kaylin?
She hadn’t answered. She wasn’t certain.
“We have to find her,” she told him, her voice quieter now.
“I know. Any idea where to start?”
Missing Persons was a zoo. Almost literally. Although the offices that fronted the public square in the Halls were slightly better equipped and more severe than the interior offices in which Kaylin spent much—too damn much—of her day, they were in no way quieter.
For one, they were full of people who would never—with any luck—wear a uniform that granted them any kind of Imperial authority. For two, the people who milled about, either shouting at each other, pacing, crying or shouting at the officers who looked appropriately harried, were by no means all human; although here, as throughout most sectors of Elantra, humans outnumbered the others by quite a large margin. For three, many of the visitors were either four times Kaylin’s age, or less than half of it. Kaylin recognized a smattering of at least four languages, and some of what was said was, in the words of Caitlin, “colorful.”
Impatience was the order of the day.
Missing Persons was, in theory, the responsibility of the Hawks. Depending, of course, upon who exactly was missing. Some missing persons had left a small trail of death and destruction in their wake, and these investigations were often—begrudgingly—handed over to the Wolves, the smallest of the three forces who called the Halls of Law home.
The staffing of the office, however, was the purview of the Hawklord. Or his senior officers. None of whom, Kaylin thought with a grimace, were ever on the floors here.
She herself was seldom here, and of all duties the Hawks considered their own, this was her least favorite. She was not always the most patient of people—and people who were desperate enough to come to the Halls seeking word of their missing, and possibly dead, kin required patience at the very least.
She was also not quite graceful enough to forgive other people their impatience. But at least she was aware of hers.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the vagabond.”
And, if she were entirely truthful, there were other reasons for hating this place. Grinding her teeth into what she hoped would pass for a smile, she faced the worst of them squarely.
