Kings Of The North Part 4

"If it wouldn't risk fire in other houses," he said to Dorrin without preamble, "I'd say burn this place out. Those spells are stubborn-oh! Marshal-General. I didn't know you were here."

"I came to help, if I can," the Marshal-General said. "What's the problem?"

"Blood magery, and the blood's soaked into the fabric of the house-into the wood of the floor in this instance. I think someone or something was killed here, under the bed."

The bed had been moved aside; they all looked at the old brown stain on the floor. The room seemed to darken as Dorrin stared, though the window stood open to the afternoon sunlight.

"What have you tried?" the Marshal-General asked.

"Prayer, of course, and the Relic of our grange."

Sudden nausea gripped Dorrin's belly; she gagged and grabbed for a basin on a table to one side. As the others watched, she heaved into it, too sick to be embarra.s.sed for the moment.

"What-?" the Marshal-General said.

"It's a body," Dorrin said. "We have to get the floor up. It's-under there."

"It?"

"The body-the blood's coming up, not down." She saw their faces pale and knew her own must be bloodless as well. "And we must do it now. Quickly." She stepped to the door of the room and called out. "Bring an ax; there's one in the stable! Bring it here at once." Feet thudded in the distance as someone ran through the house.

"What do you think it is?"

"Someone was killed to hide a secret. I don't know how it was done, but the blood survives until a counterspell removes it."

"And you know the counterspell," Arianya said.

"I hope I do," Dorrin said. "Something similar guarded the vault in which I found the crown-you heard about that, did you not?"

"Yes."

"I think this is another old family secret, and it's dangerous."

Inder appeared at the head of the stairs, a towel tied around his waist, with an ax and a sharpening stone. "It's not that sharp, m'lord, but you said hurry-"

"Thank you, Inder. You should go back downstairs-do not be alarmed if you hear wood cracking, but if you see-" She paused. What might he see that would give warning for her servants' escape? "If you see an odd mist in the house, get everyone out."

"Yes, m'lord."

Dorrin took the ax into the bedroom. She heard a thin buzzing whine, as if a wasp circled her head. "You should leave the room," she said to the others. "And risk or no, set fire to the place if I'm not successful."

"I do not run from danger," the Marshal-General said. "I will witness."

"I do not know if I can protect you," Dorrin said.

"Dorrin, I don't ask your your protection. Perhaps I can even help. Tamis, what Relic do you have?" protection. Perhaps I can even help. Tamis, what Relic do you have?"

"It's supposed to be a piece of the Cudgel...of a cudgel, anyway."

"Hold it up, then."

Dorrin raised the ax; the buzzing grew louder. "Do you hear anything?" she asked, wondering if the sound were perceptible to those without magery.

"There's a fly in the room somewhere," the Marshal-General said.

"It's not a fly," Dorrin said. She brought the ax down full force on the floor. The old wood, hardened by time, rang but did not yield. The bloodstain darkened perceptibly. Again...again...and the wood cracked. Blood spurted up through the crack, the smell of it strong in the room, followed by the stench of decay. Dorrin ignored it, striking again and again, working the head of the ax into the gap and tugging pieces of board free. She had no time to think of the others, not with wave after wave of malice pounding at her. The first board yielded finally with a shriek, and then another and another. The red mist she had seen before formed in the air, but this time others were also praying, and it dissipated more quickly.

Under the floor a s.p.a.ce the size of a small body had been framed in and covered with a blood-soaked cloth. She pulled that back and saw for a few moments a child's mummified body resting on a bed of shattered bone. Then it collapsed, the skin and flesh vanis.h.i.+ng away like the blood-mist, leaving clean bone behind. Every prayer she knew ran through her mind; she felt her eyes burning, the hot tears on her face.

"Gird's grace," the Marshal-General said softly. She was kneeling beside Dorrin now and put out a hand to touch the small skull, stroking it. "Gird's grace on this child and-I presume-the others whose bones lie here. Poor little ones. And their families-they must have thought them run away or fallen into the river."

Dorrin blinked her tears away and wished she could erase that momentary glimpse of the body-the obvious marks of pain on those small limbs. "Marshal Tamis is right," she said. "This house should be destroyed. We burned the old keep, back in Verrakai domain, for the same reason; it was saturated in evil, centuries of it."

"I think not," the Marshal-General said. "This evil is gone-I feel it is gone."

"And I," Oktar said. "Look-the bloodstains are gone from even the broken boards."

At that moment something rustled in the cavity, and the bone fragments under the skeleton stirred. "A mouse," Marshal Tamis said.

"No mouse would-" Dorrin began, and then a battered, dusty spoon with a loop-shaped handle rose through the bone fragments to the surface.

"Holy Gird," the Marshals said together. Then the Marshal-General said, "A spoon? What does a spoon spoon mean?" mean?"

"It's not a spoon," Dorrin said. Despite the horror of the whole room, she knew she had to pick it up.

Yes, the crown said in her head. It belongs with us. With you It belongs with us. With you.

She reached out; the Marshal-General grabbed her wrist. "Be careful! It might still be-"

"It's magical but not evil," Dorrin said. "I think it will change in my hand-watch-" She plucked the spoon out-heavy silver, it felt like-and her hand and arm tingled as they had before. The spoon squirmed, re-forming into a ring, a sapphire surrounded by diamonds.

Put it on! Put it on now! The room filled with light that faded after a few moments when Dorrin made no move to slip the ring onto a finger. The room filled with light that faded after a few moments when Dorrin made no move to slip the ring onto a finger.

"It looks like more of the regalia," Dorrin said when none of the others spoke. "I should take it to the king, to be stored with the rest."

No! Put it on!

Dorrin pulled out the lace-edged handkerchief that went with her court dress and laid the ring in the center; the cloth eased the temptation to put it on.

"It looks like the same sort of work as that necklace Paks brought," the Marshal-General said after a moment. "Oktar, did you see that when you were in Fin Panir?"

"No, only the scrolls. I had heard the necklace might be elf-made."

"The elves said no, when I asked them," the Marshal-General said. "They were quite firm about that, but then they would not say what they thought it was. Typical, I thought. Nor did the dwarves admit to it. They did want to buy it, though, if we chose to sell. The jewels, they said, were from very far away. That was all they could tell us."

"Paks wondered if the legends had been wrong and Gird had been crowned King at some time," Dorrin said.

"No," Oktar said. "On that the records are clear. He wanted nothing to do with kings."

"We both thought-the colors being blue and white-"

"Of course," the Marshal-General said. "But our records tell that the peasants of Gird's day were not allowed to wear blue. We think blue became his color out of defiance-probably clothes taken from lords during the war."

"Blue meant something to the magelords," Dorrin said, thinking of the jewels and the embroidered cloth around the crown. "Wasn't there a cloth found in the far west? Paks mentioned it."

"Yes...with a star symbol on it."

"The scrolls mention a Sunlord," Oktar said. "It could be a sun symbol."

"The same design was on the cloth that wrapped the crown," Dorrin said. "Paks saw it."

"I should look at that," the Marshal-General said. "But first-what else in this house? Marshal Tamis?"

"This was the worst upstairs, after the mess in the old Duke's study. Duke Verrakai said she wasn't sure she'd gotten all the traps out, but Veksin and I dealt with the bloodstain and removed the symbols of Liart. Haven't had time to do more, with the coronation yesterday."

"The cellar," Dorrin said. "I haven't so much as touched the door yet."

"Then let us look there," the Marshal-General said. "We can at least plan for its cleansing, if we can't do it all today."

"Should we call in Marshal Veksin?" Marshal Tamis asked.

"I don't think so," the Marshal-General said. "Duke Verrakai, lead the way if you will."

Dorrin led the way downstairs to the alcove near the pa.s.sage out into the cobbled yard. There two iron-bound doors stood side by side.

"I think one's a simple root cellar," Dorrin said. "The other...not."

"Which is which?" the Marshal-General asked.

"I feel some malice from both, but much stronger here," Dorrin said, not quite touching the right-hand door.

The Marshals came nearer, and the Marshal-General nodded. "I agree."

"This is very like what we found in various lairs of Liart's priests," the Marshal-Judicar said. "And for that we wanted Marshals and knights both. I would recommend calling in another-and Duke Verrakai, are your escort sufficiently skilled in arms, or should we send for city militia or Royal troops as well?"

"They're not," Dorrin said, "though they're much better than they were a quarter-year ago." If only she'd had some of her own cohort with her. "I am, however." am, however."

Oktar shook his head. "My lord duke, the king would not be pleased if you died here when more good troops could prevent it. I feel evil as strong as any we rooted out back then."

Would he not? It would solve several problems for him. But she must not think so of her king, the man to whom she had sworn fealty the day before, the man whose life she had saved and who had saved her from a traitor's death.

"You think there might be a priest of Liart hiding there?"

"One, several, who knows? But I feel a great menace."

Dorrin stepped back and glanced into the kitchen, where Jaim was just emptying a bucket of water into a pot. "Jaim, do you know where Marshal Veksin's grange is?"

"Yes, m'lord."

"Run ask Marshal Veksin to come here. We're going to cleanse the cellar and need his help."

Jaim paled. "My-my lord, do I have to come back?"

"I need a message taken to the palace as well," Dorrin said. "You can go on from the grange to the palace gates and guide the troops back here." Not that they didn't know exactly where Verrakai House was. "You can stay outside the house, but I don't want you wandering around in the city. Wait a moment while I write the message."

Dorrin left the Marshals contemplating the door and ran back upstairs to find writing materials. She scribbled a quick note to the palace guard commander asking for a.s.sistance. When Jaim left, she took the opportunity to change from her court dress to her soldier's garb and met Marshal Veksin at the front door, ready to fight if necessary.

"This looks serious," he said as he came in. He, too, had prepared for a fight, bringing swords as well as stout sticks.

"Yes," Dorrin said. She led the way down the pa.s.sage. "Marshal-Judicar Oktar thinks there may still be a priest of Liart alive, in the cellar."

"I brought an extra sword in case Tamis didn't have his today."

"Thanks," Marshal Tamis said, and belted it on. "Are you going to clear the house?" he asked Dorrin.

"You think it necessary?" she asked.

"Prudent, perhaps. Your servants could wait in the stableyard."

Dorrin heard the clatter of boots at the front of the house and went to meet the servants and send them toward the back. Then she collected her household. "We're about to cleanse the cellars, and that may be dangerous. For your own safety, you must do what I say. Efla, Jaim, I want you in the stableyard, with Gani and Perin to guard you and the horses. Inder, you stand outside the front door to warn away any visitors." Not that she'd had many visitors she hadn't brought home herself. "Eddes and Jori"-her two boldest, who had made the most progress in arms, according to Selfer and Bosk-"come with me. You will be my personal guards."

The five looked more eager than afraid and jogged off to get their swords. Efla put her hands on her hips, looking remarkably like Cook back at the domain. "I have two fowl in the oven."

"You matter more than supper," Dorrin said. "Out with you now." Jaim was already out the door, as close to the outer gate as he could get. "Keep Jaim calm, Efla." That might keep her calm as well.

When they were all disposed as she wished, she nodded to the Marshals. "Do you recognize any traps on this door?" Oktar asked her.

"No. I can try the Verrakaien command words if you like."

"Do that," Oktar said. "It may save us some struggle. But stay to one side, where we have room for our blades."

Dorrin spoke the words. Nothing happened at first, then a key materialized in the lock, as if condensing from the air itself. Dorrin eyed it warily, but when it finished solidifying, it looked like an ordinary key-which it surely was not. Marshals Tamis and Veksin advanced with the Relics of their granges. "Wait," Dorrin said. "Let me try another-" She spoke again, and the key turned slowly in the lock with a metallic screech.

Tamis shrugged at the noise. "We weren't ever going to have surprise," he said.

Dorrin tried one command word after another; finally the door ground open, sc.r.a.ping on the stone flags of the pa.s.sage. The air inside smelled stuffy and faintly sour. "Bring a lamp," she said, annoyed with herself for not having lamps ready. In moments Jori was back with two lamps, both lit.

By the lamps' light they could see a large room stretching into dimness, its level stone floor lined with chests on the left, shelves above them. Cloths draped whatever was on the shelves-by the blurred shapes, bowls, pitchers, stacks of plates. Along the right wall they saw full sacks, some plumply smooth as if they held grain or meal and others lumpy as if holding fruits or roots. In the middle of the room, a worktable with a stack of folded cloths and a hanging chain over it for lamps, though no lamp hung there.

"That's not what I expected," the Marshal-General said. "I wonder..."

Jori pushed past with the lamps. "I'll hang these up so you can see better," he said, and strode into the room.