A Practical Guide to Sorcery (Books 1 & 2)

Chapter 80 - Nerves Wracked (Part 2)

Already moving to the dormitory doors, Sebastien snuffed her lamp, stuffed it into her pocket with the bone disk, and wrapped her dark scarf around her head to cover her pale face and hair. She didn't want to stand out in the night like a beacon.

As soon as she was in the hallway, she ran. She burst through the opposite doors Tanya had exited through, sprinting around the Citadel to the east and onward to the Menagerie gates. She had to get there far enough ahead of Tanya that the other girl wouldn't see her. Sebastien could only hope that Munchworth wasn't already there and waiting.

At least this time there was no fresh snow to leave suspicious tracks in. It was trampled and dirty and the paths were covered in patches of invisible ice—which immediately sent Sebastien sprawling painfully.

Cursing silently, breathing too hard to spare any air for spouting obscenities, she climbed off her bruised knees and elbows and kept running.

The little bridge where Tanya and Munchworth met last time was empty. Sebastien slowed and glared around suspiciously, looking for any other forms hiding in the dark. Her breaths were seeping out through the gaps in her hastily wrapped scarf, clouding puffy and white in the moonlight. Her lungs protested the shock of suddenly filtering such a great quantity of frigid air, and she coughed as stealthily as she could while searching around for a hiding spot.

Eventually, she decided the best hiding spot was actually under the bridge itself. There were a couple of large boulders near the bank that would help to conceal her form if she huddled into them.

It was a precarious descent. The rocks were slippery, and the edge of the little stream was iced over and concealed with piled snow. Sebastien cracked through the ice with a splash, but managed not to face-plant into the freezing water. "Titan's balls!" she hissed. She crouched down in the darkness underneath the stone bridge against the lumpy side of the boulder and remained still, muffling her breaths with her scarf.

She wanted to cast the compass divination on Tanya again, or at least take out her pocket watch to estimate how long she would need to wait for the girl to arrive, but she resisted the urge. She was too likely to be noticed.

To her relief, though, she had been correct.

Tanya arrived first, clearly audible from the little bridge above as she stamped her feet and muttered vague threats toward "that pompous idiot."

It took long enough for Munchworth to get there that even Sebastien was beginning to wonder if he'd stood Tanya up. Then when he did arrive, Sebastien worried suddenly that one of them would use a revealing spell of some sort to ensure their privacy, but he started speaking without hesitation. "What was so urgent that you could not send it in a message? I was under the impression that you do not have much time to dawdle about tonight. Do you have something for me?"

Tanya seemed to hesitate, but then blurted, "This is a bad idea. I...I don't feel comfortable doing this. I can go to the meeting, but—"

Munchworth cut her off. "You called me away from my bed just to whine? What exactly do you think your job is? Do you think you are in a position to make demands, or even suggestions?" His voice grew louder as he berated her. "You do not decide. We decide. You either perform satisfactorily, or you fail and you are useless."

"I'm not incompetent," Tanya said in a tightly controlled tone, "but I object to being treated like a disposable pawn in a reckless strategy that's just as likely to backfire as bring about positive results. Aligning ourselves against the Verdant Stag and the Nightmare Pack, both of which have dealings with the Raven Queen, is a bad idea. I have already been warned once. I doubt she will spare my life a second time. I have reason to believe that a member of the Stags or the Nightmare Pack is also a member of the meetings. That's what I've been trying to tell you. It became obvious after the attack. Don't you see the implications?"

"It is no surprise that there are criminals at these meetings. That is largely the point of them."

"They know who I am!" she cried, barely keeping her voice low enough that it wouldn't travel through the night. "They've heard my request for a meeting with the Raven Queen, and they probably passed it on to her, but she refused. They've been selling Conduits, I think from people they attacked or killed. They're dangerous."

'She's talking about me, but why would she assume I got the celerium through nefarious means?'

Tanya continued, "When I start asking the questions you sent me, they're going to make connections. The Raven Queen has already shown she can move directly against the University without repercussion. She's warned me in person. Do you want to be assassinated? Wasn't that book she stole on its way to your office at the time? She knows where you work. She probably knows where you sleep. You are making an enemy who is out of your league, and you're tossing me into their jaws like some kind of disposable, unshielded pawn."

Munchworth scoffed angrily. "I am a professor of the Thaumaturgic University of Lenore. We are the most powerful magical institution on the entire continent. Even the Thirteen Crowns fear us. This upstart who calls herself the Raven Queen is nothing more than a petty thief and a dramatist, feeding the fear and ignorance of the population to bolster her reputation. She makes threats and pulls stunts because she is not powerful enough to face us directly. We will anger her? She has angered us! We will stand for this no longer, and if she knows what is good for her, she will hide away in the shadows, for the fist of our wrath will spare none!" He breathed hard for a few seconds. "The cowardice of your common blood is showing true, Canelo. Rid your mind of petty superstitions and represent the University with the mettle of a real sorcerer."

Tanya's heavy breaths were audible, and Sebastien could imagine her anger, but the woman didn't reply aloud.

"You're increasingly becoming a hassle, Canelo. Remember, we wield both the carrot and the stick." There was a pause, and Tanya must have responded nonverbally, because her harsh breaths remained while Munchworth's heavier stride walked off the bridge and retreated toward the entrance.

Sebastien stayed still beneath the bridge, trying not to shiver or let her teeth chatter.

Tanya stood atop the bridge for a few minutes, then suddenly burst into cursing. She took a few deep breaths, muttering, "By all the greater hells," in a desperately strained tone that sounded as if she might be about to burst into tears. After a few more minutes of hunkering in the cold, Sebastien heard her say, "Okay, okay," in a calmer tone. "I do what I must. At least I won't be entirely helpless, or alone."

Tanya finally left, and after waiting a long while to be sure she wouldn't be observed, Sebastien surreptitiously followed her.