Raven's Shadow (Raven #1)(70)
Seraph's stomach clenched.
Alinath turned her head away. "He hit me. He's done that a couple of times in the past month. I'm not saying I'm the easiest person to live with, but... you know Bandor; he was never like that."
"Go on," said Seraph.
"This time, it was more than a casual slap. I didn't know if he was going to stop. Ellevanal help me, I don't think he did either. Then he muttered a bit more and said something about not needing my interference. He tied me up and left. Seraph, I don't know what he's gone to do."
"He started after the priest left? Volis, not Karadoc?" asked Seraph.
Alinath nodded. "I don't like that man. Did Bandor go out to the farm?"
"Did he say that was what he was going to do?" asked Seraph.
"He said that he was going to save Rinnie."
"We haven't been there since early this afternoon," said Seraph. "I left her with Gura, but Gura knows Bandor. I have to go find her. Will you be all right here?"
Alinath nodded. "Find him before he hurts her," she said.
"Where would he take Rinnie," said Lehr, "if he didn't come back here?"
"The priest," said Seraph. "If he thought she was shadowed he'd take her to the priest. We'll find them," she told Alinath.
"Be careful," said Tier's sister. "Be careful, Seraph. Bandor's not the man you know."
Outside the bakery, Seraph frowned in indecision; go to the temple or all the way out to the farm?
"Can you tell if Bandor and Rinnie came by here?" she asked Lehr.
He shook his head. "Not even if it were full noon - there's too much..." He stiffened and looked around.
Seraph felt it, too, a cold chill fluttering down her spine and a lump in her throat that made it hard to swallow.
"Jes," she called. "Are you here?"
"Listen," said Lehr. "Someone's riding a horse up the road."
She saw Skew first, his white spots clearly visible in the starlight as he leapfrogged up the steep corner, hooves slipping and sliding. As soon as he was on the more level part of the road he broke into a smooth trot and stopped in front of her.
"The priest," said Hennea tightly, sliding off the horse. "I was a fool. He sent me to get you to leave your daughter unprotected."
Seraph nodded. "I've come to that conclusion myself. Do you think they'd take her to the temple?"
"Yes."
"We'll leave Skew here," said Seraph. "He'll lose his footing on the cobbles in the steep parts. Lehr, can you find some place to secure him?"
"There'll be space by the woodshed," he said and took the horse.
Hennea stood a little crookedly, as if she were in pain. Seraph called a magelight and took a good look at Hennea's burnt arm.
"There are easier ways to break a geas," she said dryly.
"I was in a hurry," replied Hennea, her lips curving in a pale smile. "And I was angry."
"That's going to hurt," observed Seraph.
"It already does. I'm not going to be much help in any kind of fight; my concentration is gone. I can feed your magic, though."
"Good enough," Seraph said.
Lehr came back and Seraph turned and started up the road at a rapid walk. Jes and Lehr could probably run all the way to the temple, but she and Hennea would have to take it slower or they wouldn't be any good when they got there. She knew that Jes was with them by the clenching of her stomach, but she only caught a glimpse of him now and again out of the corner of her eye.
"Tell me about Volis," said Seraph. "Whatever you think will be useful."
"He's smarter than I thought he was, obviously. The other mages in the Secret Path respected his power - but he's young by solsenti standards and complex spells frustrate him. Because of that, he tends to use the Raven ring more than his own magic unless he's weaving an illusion."
They came to a steep bend in the road, and Hennea quit speaking until they were on flatter ground. "I told you that the wizards steal Orders and wear them. Usually as rings, but there are some stones set in earrings and necklaces. He told me that some of the rings are painful to use, and some of them don't work all the time. Most of the wizards can only use one ring at a time, but Volis has two he uses. The first one bears the Order of the Raven. With it he usually has an Owl, though I've seen him with a Hunter's ring a time or two as well. You'll know which one he wears when you see him, just look."
"How well does he bear the Orders?"
"About as you'd think," she said. "He seems to believe the Raven Order is just like his magic, except that he doesn't have to use rituals."
Seraph smiled in satisfaction. "Tell me, does he have a bad temper?"
As they got closer to the temple, Lehr stopped and bent down as if to touch the ground, but he pulled his hand back before it touched.
"What's this, Mother?" he asked.
"What?" Seraph stopped, too, but she didn't see anything.
"A taint," said Jes. He must have been close to Hennea because she gave a nervous squeak.
"What does it look like?"
"It looks as if a foul substance was spilled over the ground," said Lehr. "It smells bad, too."
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