Shandie glanced quickly around the company, but found no inspiration. ”Tell us why you came, Sorcerer?”
“I’ll be buried if I know! Well, I suppose I came to appeal to him.” Raspnex pointed to Rap.”But I see now that I wasted my time. Id hoped he could help, but he can’t.”
Rap shook his head slightly, making no move to greet the dwarf as he had earlier greeted everyone else.”Who’s your companion?” he said.
The warlock did not turn to look at the youth behind him.
“Grimrix. He’s a votary. Don’t laugh at his hairstyle or he may turn you into a woolly caterpillar.”
The youngster scowled. A pink-granite glow warmed the sandstone gray of his cheeks. Ylo wondered if dwarves ever smiled.
“Well, imp, you didn’t listen to me!” The older dwarf shook his head sadly.”Who outside this room knows where you are?”
“No one except Legate Ugoatho.”
“Who’s he?”
“Head of the Praetorian Guard.”
Raspnex snorted.”They’ll have gotten him already, then. One of the first they’d go for. In fact, it’s amazing they’re not here yet.”
“The legate is utterly loyal!” Shandie snapped. Teeth like quartz pebbles . . .”Not anymore.”
“Tell them the problem,” Rap said sadly.
“You tell them. I already tried. Seems they don’t heed me.” Minutes ago King Rap had denied that he knew what the problem was. Now he just shrugged and looked to Shandie.”I’ll have to be quick, though. The problem is Zinixo. I’m sure you remember him.”
“Former warlock of the West.”
“Right. He tried to destroy me and I won . . .” The faun sighed and glanced at the two dwarf sorcerers.”A year ago the God told me that this mess was all my fault. That must be because I didn’t kill Zinixo when I had the chance and the excuse.”
“You did worse than that,” Raspnex said grimly.”Much worse. But carry on. Can you explain to these dumb mundanes what you did to my nephew?”
Rap scratched his head.”I can try. I wrapped him up in an unbreakable soap bubble that stopped magic. He still had his power then, but he couldn’t use it. Er, follow?”
“Like tar on a ship?” Sagom asked.”Magic-proofing instead of waterproofing?”
Raspnex made a noise reminiscent of a chimney pot falling off a roof; it might have been intended as a chuckle.”You’ve got it! It was ingenious! Rap’s power was greater, so Zinixo couldn’t break the spell. No magic in or out. A fitting punishment!”
“So what happened?” the imperor demanded.
“Oh, he went totally insane. He’d always been unstable, even as a kid. He’d always been suspicious and timid. The greater his power grew, the more timorous he became. You believe that, imp?”
Shandie nodded grimly.”I’ve met people like that. They think the world is out to get them.”
All dwarves had the reputation of being cagey, untrusting people. Ylo wondered how bad this Zinixo had become before other dwarves began to notice. Raspnex was Zinixo’s uncle, of course; he must have known him for a long time.
“So he can’t use his magic,” the imperor said, frowning.”Why is he dangerous?”
“Because of Bright Water,” Rap said.”She couldn’t break my spell, either, but she must have taken pity on him. She gave him a sorcerer. ”
“Gave him?”
Raspnex snorted and snapped his fingers. Young Grimrix stepped forward to stand beside him, scowling as any normal adolescent would at such a summons. ”Sir?”
“Tell them how you feel about me, sonny.”
The boy looked down at his boots and this time his blush was obvious.”I love you,” he muttered.
“There! See? He’s a votary. I’ve laid a loyalty spell on him. He’ll do anything to help me.” Raspnex glanced at the kid, showing his pebble teeth again.”He’d die for me! Actually his power’s greater than mine. It took three of us to hobble him—me and two of my other votaries. Now do you understand?”
Ylo shivered, looking around the circle of shadowed faces, watching the distaste spread as they worked it out. Only Eshiala, with her stoic self-control, was managing to seem unmoved.
The warlock slapped his young companion on the shoulder in a friendly gesture that would have shattered flagstones.”Go and scout. See if anything’s happening outside.”
The boy nodded—and faded out of existence. Lady Eigaze gasped and put a hand over her mouth. A moment later the bells rang louder briefly as the front door opened.
Why, Ylo thought, why, why, why had he ever turned down that dukedom and gotten himself involved in this?
“Bright Water was mad as a shampooed cat,” Rap said sadly. ”She gave Zinixo one of her votaries—Kraza, a female dwarf. Kraza wasn’t especially powerful, but Zinixo knew the names of a lot of sorcerers. He set Kraza to imprinting them, starting with the weakest, of course. But two or three weak sorcerers can overpower a stronger.”
“He’s been at it for almost twenty years,” Raspnex added in his abrasive rumble.”He’s got an army of them now, all loyal to the death. We call it the Covin.”
Shandie sat down again on the arm of his wife’s chair. His face was taut. ”Why did nobody stop him?”
“Because nobody knew!” the dwarf snarled.”Except maybe Bright Water, and she was too crazy to care. I think he was extra careful with her brood, anyway—he made his compulsion secondary to hers, to take effect after she died. So she didn’t mind. Now he’s cornered all of the sorcery in Pandemia!”
The crowded room fell silent as the mundanes struggled to comprehend the disaster. Old Sagorn moaned and sat down on his chair again, shaking his head.
“So although he has no real sorcery of his own,” Shandie muttered, ”he controls an army of sorcerers? How many?”
“Scores, maybe hundreds. All eager to help. And the little snit may have his own sorcery back too now, if the Covin’s been able to break Rap’s spell. ”
“Surely it was the wardens’ duty to prevent such an abomination?”
“It was, but they didn’t know it was happening until Bright Water died. ” Raspnex’s eyes were hard as agates.”They brought me in as the new North in the hope I could stop him, because I knew him and how he thinks. But it was too late.”
The imperor looked to Sir Acopulo, as if inviting him to comment. Nothing happened.
“What does he want?” Shandie asked.
The dwarf snorted.”Everything! I told you—the greater his power, the more fearful he is! He knew he’d become a threat to the Four, so he feared the Four, because they were the only power that could threaten him. That’s how he thinks.”
“That was why you came to the Rotunda today?”
“Of course it was! Why are you so stupid? We expected him to strike when we answered your summons at the enthronement, so he could swat all four of us at the same time. Probably he’d have blasted us as he blasted Ag-an, years ago. Grunth and I got the jump on him. We made you imperor, sonny, but it isn’t going to do you any good.”
Shandie’s eyes narrowed suspiciously.”And why destroy the thrones? Did Zinixo do that?”
“No! I did!”
“The four thrones were occult,” Rap said quietly.”They were portals into the wardens’ palaces. He could have forced entry through them.”
“I thought you didn’t know all this?” the imperor said.
“I didn’t, earlier,” Rap explained from his place by the mantel.
“Partly I’m working it out as I go along, from what Raspnex told me as he came in—you weren’t privy to that conversation, is all. He hasn’t used sorcery on me yet, although he could. And you’ll have to take our word on that. You can’t trust anyone now, your Majesty. Once Zinixo’s votaries pin a man down, he’s theirs. As Raspnex says, Legate Ugoatho would be a logical first choice. He’ll serve Zinixo from then on, to the death. They all will.”
“To what purpose?” Shandie demanded grimly.
Rap shrugged.”He’s mad, he sees danger everywhere. The imperor is powerful, so he must be loyal to Zinixo—everyone must, who has any sort of power at all. He’d make everyone in the world love him, if he could.”
“Where are the Four?” Rap looked to Raspnex.
“Gone,” the dwarf said.”Most of their votaries have been stolen from them. Lith’rian panicked first and fled to Ilrane. Olybino was next. He’s just vanished. Can you imagine what Zinixo will do to those two when he gets his hands on them? No, you can’t possibly imagine. Even I can’t. But it will be long and nasty—that I do know.” He pulled a face.”And I’m not on his friendship list, either.”
“And Grunth?” The dwarf shrugged.
Ylo could feel worms of fear crawling around his insides. Umpily was chewing his knuckles, eyes white in the shadows. Eshiala had taken a firmer hold on her child.
The old jotunn was probably the smartest man in the room, and he was the most obviously scared, his face pallid and drawn, his hands clenched on his knees.