Raven's Strike (Raven #2)(104)

"I was goddess-touched," he said, seeming to follow her meaning. "The gift of the Raven is very like the Raven's Order. What did you do? This magic doesn't feel like the spell you were working on should!"

"I fixed it," she said, bending closer, fascinated. "Pardon me," she said absently, as the reality of what she saw began to give meaning to the passages Hinnum had made her read.

"What did you do?" Hinnum sounded fascinated, examing her magic as closely as she was examining him.

"Not right now," she said. "Let me look." It took concentration, as if she had to pay attention in order to focus her eyes on anything. It was draining, too. She wouldn't be able to do this for long periods of the time. It was akin to the way Ravens looked to see Orders, but it went deeper.

"I see the spell binding you to your illusion," she said after a moment of thought. That must be what the net that encompassed the rest of him was. "Beneath that the - Raven's touch, I suppose you'd call it - and under..." The violet sheathing became transparent, fading from her view as she chose to look at different things. "I see a bluish light and a dark core beneath."

"Describe it to me." Hinnum's voice had lost the note of caution and become eager.

Seraph lifted up her hand and pushed it through the net to stroke the light with a fingertip. "Give me your hand," she told him. If his goddess touch worked like the Order, she should be able to show him what she had done so he could do it himself. It would be easier than trying to explain it to him.

It was her turn to be the teacher, and she hadn't forgiven him for grabbing her cheeks.

He took her hand, and for a while she wondered if his not-quite-an-Order, his not-quite-human, and his not-able-to-work-magic were going to hinder her.

She found out quickly that he was right about the magic, but if she split up what she wanted to do, everything worked. She showed him the form of the magic she used for this new, extended vision, and though he couldn't work the magic himself, she knew from his "Ah" of pleasure, that he understood. Then she showed him what she saw, the same way she could have shown it to anyone, even someone who didn't happen to be mageborn.

She took him slowly through the net of his magic and past the Raven's touch and brought him to the pale blue fire surrounding a darker form.

"The light blue is spirit," he said. "That's what you needed to be able to see. I have no idea what the other is... soul? Perhaps. Or perhaps it is something that has happened because I've kept my self in this form..." His voice trailed off.

She closed her eyes and separated her magic gently from Hinnum, then dissipated the spell she'd used. She blinked twice before her eyes returned to working properly - and took two steps back so she was no longer nose to nose with the Scholar.

While Hinnum still had a dazedly pleased expression on his face, Seraph asked, "If the Stalker is not evil - then why is the Shadowed?" He'd avoided answering any question she'd tried about the Shadowed; she hoped taking him by surprise would yield better results.

His expression returned to alertness with disappointing speed. When Tier had that look on his face, it took him much longer to return to his usual quick-witted self.

"How would I know?" he asked. "I've been here since the end of Colossae."

"Not quite, I think," Seraph said. "There was a Shadowed with the wizards who survived, and the stories tell us you are the one who killed her. So why are the Shadowed evil?"

She should probably have left the questioning to Tier, but the expression on Hinnum's face had led her to try. She had nothing more to lose now by trying to bludgeon information from him. He knew about the Shadowed in general - and he knew about Willon in particular. She hadn't forgotten that Willon had come to Colossae. Willon had had the same maps that she had, and he was a wizard. Of course he had come to the library.

Hinnum had had a hand in the creation of her Shadowed, Willon, who had crept into her home on the pretext of his friendship with Tier and killed her daughter. Hinnum would tell her all he knew if she had to pry it from him one word at a time.

Something of that determination must have been on her face, because Hinnum sighed. "There's a flaw in the veil we drew between the Elder gods and our world when we sacrificed the city. I felt it - and so did the few great wizards who survived. One of them used the hole to draw upon the power of the Stalker."

"What caused it?"

"We did. I did." Guilt was one of the expressions she'd seen on his face quite often, given she'd only known him for part of two days. "It took me a long time to figure out what happened." He sat on a bench, his head bowed. "I had been experimenting with an illusionary form that not only reproduced an object perfectly to all the senses, but could be set into a silver object to be called and recalled without degrading the illusion."

"The mermori," said Seraph.

Hinnum nodded. "I'd found that by destroying the object I intended to reproduce, the spell required very little more power."

"Forming the mermori destroyed the wizards' houses." Seraph rubbed her forehead, which ached from the spelling she'd been doing. "Since it took little power, it was not such a big thing to work it into the Raven's spell, and you formed the mermori at the same time the city fell. The sacrifice wasn't perfect because the wizards' houses weren't part of the eternally preserved city."