Raven's Strike (Raven #2)(107)

"Emperor?" asked the Scholar.

Seraph supposed it said something about you when you could shock a wizard as old as Hinnum, even though he'd spent the better part of ten centuries buried in a library. "I forgot to tell you about him," Seraph said, quickly explaining why the Emperor was a part of their quest. When she finished, she looked around trying to remember who was next in rank for introductions. She gave it up for hopeless and decided settled for age instead.

When she had named everyone including Gura - at Rinnie's insistence - she turned to Hinnum, and said, "These are my family. My family, may I make known to you Hinnum, the Illusionist of Colossae."

"I thought you said he was an illusion?" said Tier frowning. He stared at Hinnum. "He is not real, Seraph - I can tell that much."

"This is an illusion," Seraph said, waving vaguely at Hinnum's body. "But the puppet master is Hinnum himself."

"You mean he's alive," whispered Hennea.

Seraph saw a rush of feelings that were quickly tucked away behind Hennea's impenetrable calm. Jes - or the Guardian - pulled Hennea closer to him and watched Hinnum with brooding intensity.

"Yes," Seraph told them all. "Hinnum has agreed to help us. He told me that he could definitely help with Tier's problems and the Order-bound gems." Though if Hennea had remembered everything, whatever everything was for a Raven who used to be a goddess, they might be dependent upon Hinnum's help.

She looked at the old wizard in the young boy's form. "But it is with the Shadowed he can help the most. You know him, don't you? He came here a few centuries ago, a young, powerful mage who was searching for someone who could teach him."

Hinnum met her eyes, his face impassive.

"You enjoy teaching," she said. "I don't know what his name was then, but we know him as Willon. He's smart and charming."

"He was an illusionist," Hinnum whispered. "Wizards see illusion as lesser magic - something to fool the eye rather than change the world. To be a great mage, to have so much power and to have the other wizards who could barely scry in water if they were given the Bowl of Ages to do it in snigger with contempt of your abilities is a hard thing. Even in Colossae we were looked down upon - until I showed them all what an illusionist could do."

"You taught him," Tier said, taking over. She left him to it gratefully. He'd know how to pull every last detail out.

"I did."

Tier tilted his head. "I'll wager you didn't teach him how to become the Shadowed."

"No."

"There aren't any other people here," said Tier. "Seraph told us that the Shadowed cannot hold the Stalker's power without death. Whom did he kill?"

"My other apprentice," Hinnum said. "I didn't know at first. I thought they both had left. You aren't the first to find Colossae. They come, sometimes, when I get too alone. I call them here, teach them, and bind them to silence."

"Will you help us bring him to justice? To stop his killing of the Traveler clans? To stop him from stealing the Orders?"

Seraph saw guilt cross Hinnum's face. Of course Hinnum was the one who taught Willon how the Orders worked, thought Seraph. Who else would know how to do it?

"He wanted to know about the wizards," said Hinnum. "About the gods who died. About the Orders. I didn't teach him how to take them, he didn't have that kind of power, then. He asked me about the Travelers."

"You didn't tell him about the Eagle," said Jes suddenly. "Volis didn't know about Eagles, and none of the gemstones Hennea and Mother have belong to Eagles."

"Of course not," Hinnum said indignantly. "The Eagles are to be shielded, protected. The burden you bear is difficult and not of your choosing."

"He was here, wasn't he?" asked Lehr. "Didn't he explore the city? If the Owl and the Raven have temples, didn't the Eagle?"

"The Eagle's temple was razed," said Hennea. "After they killed the god, they destroyed His temple. Why should they worship a dead god?"

"Hinnum told us that much," lied Seraph cheerfully. She wouldn't let Hennea reveal herself just because she was upset. Hinnum would know that she lied, Hinnum and Tier. Neither of them would tell.

"Papa," Jes said. "What would the Shadowed want with the Orders?"

Tier smiled, and Seraph knew they'd both caught something that she'd missed. "Right, son." He held Hinnum with his eyes. "I'm not a Raven. Nor yet a Traveler, for all I bear the Owl's Order. But I am a storyteller."

"In the story of the Shadowed it seems there were three people of interest." Tier held up one finger. "The first is you, who taught an illusionist how to use his power. You did it because you were once as he was, because you were lonely, and because he flattered you."

He raised a second finger. "Then we have Willon, who became the Shadowed for power - but I know Willon. He made a fortune as a merchant because he always planned things carefully. He always has a goal in mind. He has kept himself hidden - as opposed to the rather direct approach favored by the Unnamed King, for instance - but we know some things Willon has done. For instance, he had a secret society that purposefully increased the unrest in the Empire and stole the Orders from Order Bearers."