A Practical Guide to Sorcery (Book 3)

Chapter 93 - In the Still of the Morning (Part 2)

Her appetite returned, and as she sat at the window, watching the rhythms of the city in between bouts of writing in her grimoire, she slowly lost the overwhelming desire to sleep. The occasional spark of irrepressible excitement filled her as she explained the magic she'd learned to the grimoire, and she realized just how much she'd improved in the last few months.

Oliver was so busy she only saw him in passing a few times, but she didn't try to ask if he needed help. She hadn't replenished enough to spare even a fraction of herself.

She woke early Thursday morning, for the first time in the last week not feeling like she wanted to go directly back to sleep, and slipped down to the kitchen as the sun rose. When breakfast was ready, she imbued two cups of Oliver's expensive coffee with wakefulness intent and took a tray filled with food up to his office, where he was already working.

Oliver cleared a spot on his overflowing desk before grasping the cup of coffee from her like a man stranded in the desert might take a canteen of water. His clothes were rumpled, his hair slightly greasy, and his eyes ringed by dark circles. He still smiled in greeting, and it seemed genuine, though that might have been more for the coffee than for her.

"I'm going back to the University today. I wanted to talk with you a little before I left," Sebastien said.

Oliver nodded silently, his mouth busy with gulping down dark, steaming liquid.

"Did the...incident cause problems?"

He let out a deep sigh as he set down the empty mug. "The Aberrant was in Nightmare Pack territory, so despite the appearance of the Raven Queen, the coppers haven't had much to go on when questioning my people. There is increased scrutiny, however, and there have been attempts to insert an undercover agent into our operations. Nothing we cannot handle. I did have to make some concessions to Lynwood, both for the Pack's help obfuscating the issue and for causing such a significant disturbance in their territory."

Sebastien cringed. "What concessions?"

Oliver waved a hand indifferently, speaking around a bite of the omelet Sharon had cooked him. "Nothing critical. I don't hold you responsible. Sometimes things just go wrong... And sometimes things blow up and cause a shit tornado. It could have been worse. You kept some of the residents from dying, at least, and this whole incident has done more than a little to reduce resistance among those who weren't so pleased with our presence in the new territory. No one wants an angry visit from the Raven Queen."

Sebastien grimaced, then let out a resigned sigh. "That's something, I suppose. I'm not going to be able to keep track of Tanya like I did before. I screwed up. She knows the Raven Queen was following her. She and anyone she might meet with will be wary, and without Newton..." She stared unhappily into the steam rising from her coffee, unable to stop the faint trembles that sent ripples across its surface.

Oliver scratched at the stubble on his jaw, stuffing another bite into his mouth. "I wouldn't say it's the best outcome, since this is sure to put the University on their guard against us, but Tanya Canelo is no longer our only source of information on what's been happening. We have many captured former Morrows who know quite a lot. Long-term, we'll simply need to work with what we have. It's not worth putting you in further danger."

"The captured Morrows are actually part of what I wanted to discuss. Have there been any attempts to break those prisoners free?"

"No. Why?"

"Tanya was asking about their location and the Verdant Stag's security measures during the secret meeting. They must have been planning something, and this little incident probably won't deter them indefinitely."

"We'll increase our precautions. Thank you for the warning." It was Oliver's turn to sigh, and he hunched over his desk as if an invisible weight were trying to crush him into the mounds of paperwork. "Perhaps we can upgrade the alarm wards. All our enforcers have already been pulling double shifts for the last week, and it will take some time to increase our numbers with trustworthy people."

"The battle didn't go as smoothly as planned," she stated.

"That's true, unfortunately."

"Has the takeover of the new territory encountered much difficulty?"

"The Morrows may have managed their territory in a way I wouldn't, but they weren't completely foolish. They were more heavily armed and prepared than we had hoped or expected. It is difficult to conceal all signs of an operation with so many people and moving pieces. Nevertheless, it did not go as horribly as it could have. A few of our people died, more were severely injured. We managed to capture a large percentage of the Morrows. We mitigated the collateral damage as well as we could and are making basic aid available to those who need it—food, minor healing, and a place to sleep.

"It will take us some time to consolidate all our gains, but we immediately secured a large sum of coin, consumable resources like artifacts and components, and income producing businesses, both legal and illegal. Some of those businesses might not be as profitable under our control—I am unwilling to force anyone into prostitution or a fighting arena, for instance—but it should still help with our liquidity. I expect there to be a fairly long period of upheaval as we bring the new territory in line with the standards of the Verdant Stag. I'm hoping to turn several of the buildings into textile factories, but I'm waiting on Lord Gervin to officially accept my request for a textile sub-commission, since their Family legally has domain over the industry. Once I have that, I will be able to very quickly create jobs. And we already have a few new thaumaturges to help, including a whole alchemical workshop and the brewers, so there should be less pressure on you and the handful of others we were relying on."

"But I can still brew for the Verdant Stag, right?"

"Of course. We will always have some sort of work for a thaumaturge. There aren't nearly enough of you. Also..." he said, raising a finger and leaning to rummage in one of his desk drawers. "Here is a small bonus for your performance during the battle. The report I received stated that you fought and captured a handful of Morrows who were threatening the healing station, which was not part of your job description. It's a bounty, plus your fee for doing the Verdant Stag's purchasing at the previous underground meeting. I would have given it to you before, but..." He shrugged pointedly.

"Oh. Thank you." The small purse held fourteen gold. Four for the meeting, ten for the bounty.

Sebastien decided not to put the extra coin toward her debt. It would instead help her maintain a reasonable emergency fund. Taking a bracing breath, she said, "I'd like to give you my report on what happened that night now."

"Are you sure? You don't need to talk about it if you're not ready."

"I'm sure." She'd done her best to remember the glyphs carved into the skull artifact the Red Guard had used to bind her vow. She'd noted nothing that seemed like it would alert them if she broke her word, and she'd given them nothing of herself. Even so, she pressed her hand against her chest, where the black stone amulet hung under her shirt, and focused the barest wisp of Will on it.

That was all it took to return her to her original form. She shrank down a bit in her seat, her clothes growing suddenly baggy on her.

Oliver watched with interest. "That is as fascinating as ever."

"Speaking as Siobhan might help push past the Red Guard's compulsion," she explained. She took a moment to shift about, moving her face and limbs to settle into her transformed body. After reminding herself of her name in this form, the one that she had not given the vow under, she began to speak.

The vow still guided her away from sharing too many details, causing a growing tightness in her throat the longer she spoke. Still, she found that she didn't mind this terribly, as she had no desire to dredge up the irrelevant minutiae.

When she was finished, she returned to Sebastien's body and left Oliver to his huge pile of work. In the cheek-tingling cold outside, she turned north, to the University settled atop the white cliffs, as bright and proud as ever. She was out of time.