The temperature in the room plummeted. The chill was cold anger, coming from Gaelen, followed a moment later by mockingacceptance. “Well, puppy, I did try, but by then I wassel’dor-pierced and my magic wasn’t quite as manageable as it usually is.”
“Untruth.” Marissya smiled at her brother’s quick scowl. “At least about trying to summon Fey souls. Youwere sel’dor-pierced.”
“I caught a few barbed arrows while dispatching the last of the Elden raiders and the apprentice Mage who led them. I couldn’t send Spirit; that’s why I came to Celieria in person.”
“There’s no trace ofsel’dorin you now.”
“The Feyreisa must have removed the barbs when she healed me.”
“She didn’t,” Bel said. “She touched you and lit you up like a candle, but she didn’t remove anysel’dorso far as I could see.”
“And yet thesel’dorhas vanished from my flesh.”
Everyone turned to Ellysetta. “If I did it, I don’t remember it, and don’t have any idea how to do it again.”
“So... she truemates a Tairen Soul, restores adahl’reisen’slost soul, and disintegratessel’dorwith a touch. Yet she is still here in this city rather than safe behind the Faering Mists? And Marissya as well?”
Rain bristled at the reproach. “Not because I wish it so, believe me,” he retorted. “I am bound by honor and Celierian law. Her father and Dorian set aside her Celierian betrothal only on the condition that I wed her by Celierian custom, and the formalities of it take time. Were that not so, I would have taken her and returned to the Fading Lands days ago. Just as I would have commanded your sister to return the moment I learned that the Celierians have been negotiating a trade agreement with the Eld, and that she and Dax knew of it.”
Gaelen speared his sister with a penetrating look that actually made the imperturbable Marissya flush, but whatever scathing remark was on the tip of his tongue went unsaid. He turned back to Rain. “The Eld are on the move. Whatever attack they have planned will come soon. You should leave now, in the night. Take yourshei’taniand go.”
“I’ve told you, I cannot. She does not complete the requiredprenuptial ceremonies until tomorrow. We wed and depart after that.”
“Do not place honor above yourshei’tani’slife.”
“That’s the sort of thinking that led you down the Shadowed Path so long ago, vel Serranis. I will honor my vow. To do less makes me unworthy of her.”
A knock sounded on the doors. Kiel opened them upon Rain’s command. Marissya pulled her hand from her brother’s arm, a small, instinctive courtesy to spare his pride, as Rowan stepped into the room.
“So it is true.” Rowan pinned Gaelen with a hard glare. “How is it that you still live,dahl’reisen?” He held his hands close to his blades, tension and aggression vibrating from him with almost visible force.
“Peace, Rowan,” Kiel murmured. “Gaelen isdahl’reisenno longer. The Feyreisa has restored his soul.”
“So we heard, but I didn’t believe it until now. It still doesn’t excuse him from bringing his taint into this city and tormenting my brother’s truemate.”
“Yourbrother’struemate?” Gaelen glanced from Rowan to Ellysetta.
“Not Ellysetta,” Marissya clarified. “Talisa diSebourne, Lord Barrial’s daughter.” Gaelen’s face went blank with surprise. “You didn’t know she could truemate?”
“Nei. How could we know? Lord Barrial’s marriage bond was a purely mortal one. We knew the girl was slightly empathetic but we never suspected anything more. If we had, we certainly would never have allowed her to waste herself on Sebourne’s heir.”
“Then why do you have twenty-fivedahl’reisenstationed on Lord Barrial’s lands?” Rain asked. “You knew Lord Barrial was a descendant of your cousin Dural, that Fey blood—vel Serranis blood—ran in the Barrial family line.”
“Aiyah, I did know that. Dural’s disappearance was what brought me back to Celieria seven hundred years ago. He was gone withouta trace, his mortal mate slain, his son orphaned. And they weren’t the only ones. All along the borders there were tales of midnight raids and folk gone missing. It was then I formed the Brotherhood of Shadows. We began patrolling the borders, stopping the raids when we could. As for the twenty-fivedahl’reisen... they are there to protect Lord Barrial. Too many of the raids over the years have targeted Dural’s descendants.”
“Why?”
“We don’t know. Over the years, I’ve sent more than a hundreddahl’reiseninto Eld to find out. None of them ever returned.”
“So, back to my earlier question,” Kieran interrupted with an open sneer. “Why didn’t you summon the souls of the Eld you killed and ask them?”
Gaelen gave a small, tight smile. “The Mages soul-bind their followers to them, boy. If you summon a soul owned by the Mages, you might as well send a thread of Spirit straight to the High Mage himself and set up a flare to light his way back to you. Using Azrahn opens your soul for... things... to get in. I’d personally rather not have one of those things be a Mage.”
“Azrahn?” Rowan interrupted. He speared Rain with an incredulous look. “Gaelen is adahl’reisenwho freely admits to wielding Azrahn, and you let him draw breath within the same room as the Feyreisa? Have you gone mad?”
“He has,” Kieran muttered.
“Gaelen isdahl’reisenno longer,” Marissya answered, flashing a dark look at her son. “The Feyreisa restored his soul. What would you have Rain do, slaughter him now that he is whole once more? Or banish him for something he did while living outside our laws?”
