Elfsong - Elaine Cunningham [114]
Inside the tower, Khelben paced his private chamber. "You should try to get some rest, my love," Laeral told him, laying aside the book she was vainly trying to read. "You have not slept for days now."
"Who could sleep with all that noise outside?" he retorted, flinging a hand toward the window. Like all the windows and doors of the tower and the surrounding wall, this one was visible only from the inside, and it shifted location constantly, yielding the wizards an ever-changing view of the crowd outside.
"While Piergeiron pondered matters of diplomacy and trade, Lucia Thione went into hiding," Khelben fumed. "I sent Harper agents to check all the properties she owns in the city. No one has found a trace of her. That was hours ago, and two agents have failed to report back at all."
In the corner of the room a large crystal globe began to pulse with light. Khelben strode over to the scrying crystal and passed a hand over it. The face of a well-known shopkeeper came into view.
"Well?" the archmage demanded.
"Greetings, Blackstaff. Ariadne and Rix have been found," the woman said in a voice raw with unshed tears. "They were outside the walls of Lucia Thione's estate in the Sea Ward. Both died by garotte, and the bodies were left as if in warning." She stopped and cleared her throat several times before she could proceed. "Their eyes had been closed, and a large gold coin placed on each eyelid."
"Hhune's mark?" Khelben asked, his voice low.
"Yes."
The shopkeeper's face faded from view, but the archmage did not move or speak. As the minutes ticked by, Laeral studied her love with growing concern. Always he was hard hit by the death of Harpers who acted at his bidding, but this time she feared that Khelben's broad shoulders could not bear another such burden. He was overextended and exhausted, frustrated by his inability to control this situation or solve the city's problems.
With a sudden fierce swing, Khelben backhanded the scrying crystal. The globe flew across the room and shattered against the wall. He snatched up a cloak and the black wooden staff for which he was famed and feared. Before Laeral could respond to the uncharacteristic outburst, the archmage vanished.
Khelben materialized in the ballroom where Lucia Thione had recently held her lavish party. The room looked quite different at this hour of the night, almost austere without its crowd of merry revelers. It was lit only by the moonlight that filtered in from the garden beyond, casting silvery shadows upon the pale marble of the floor. The night air was scented by flowering vines that climbed trellises over each window alcove and arched door, and the silence was heavy with the memory of gay laughter and rollicking music. The archmage stood there a long moment, trying to collect his thoughts and to decide how to follow through on his impulsive action.
Like the ghost of a forgotten melody, a thread of silvery harp music reached out to him from the shadows at the far side of the ballroom. The archmage followed the sound, and his footsteps echoed in a somber counterpoint to the lilting little song.
The music seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere, and as Khelben drifted through the ballroom in search of its source, he felt as if he were moving in a dream, or trying to grasp a shadow. Finally he came to a large arched door that led out into the garden. There sat a small woman, clad in an elegant gown the color of sapphires. Her graying hair was tucked behind slightly pointed ears, and she played a small harp of dark wood.
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