The Wizardwar - Elaine Cunningham [92]
Tzigone's brown eyes went enormous with shock. "That can't be true!
Mason would never hurt Farrah. They were lovers, you know. He was insanely giddy over her."
"If you are called to speak for him in court, I would suggest choosing different words to express their mutual affection," Matteo advised.
"Farrah's dead," she repeated, trying to take this in. "That doesn't seem possible. How did it happen?"
"From what I understand, she was killed with a knife, which was later found in Mason's room."
"That's thin," Tzigone scoffed. "What do the magehounds say?"
"Mason remembers nothing at all about her death, and they can't retrieve memories he doesn't have. He will be held in the tower until the more puzzling aspects of the situation can be resolved."
"Such as the militia, Lord Basel?" inquired Matteo, pointing to the guards at the gate.
The wizard grimaced as he took in the detachment of uniformed soldiers encircling the tower grounds. "We haven't men to spare on such foolishness."
They landed Avariel at the nearby skypond-one of the shallow, man-made lakes that provided convenient docking for the flying ships-and hastened on foot to Basel's villa. To their astonishment, the militia captain signaled to his men, and the guards barred the gates with crossed halberds.
"My apprentice shows considerable talent for wizardry, but at his current level of skill he hardly merits this level of security," Basel said coldly. "It is neither law nor custom to isolate a man held in house arrest. You have no reason to hold me from my own tower on Mason's behalf."
The captain bowed. "This does not concern your apprentice, Lord Basel.
Begging your pardon, lord, but I have a writ for your arrest."
The wizard took the parchment and studied the runes. After a moment he rolled it up and handed it to the guard. "Very well. This is my apprentice, Tzigone.
She is to be given free access to my tower, to come and go as she pleases."
"As you say." The captain signaled again, and two guards flanked the wizard.
Matteo stepped in and held the captain's gaze with an imperious stare. "Is Lord Basel to be taken in without benefit of counsel?"
After a moment, the man stepped aside and motioned his men to do the same.
"What can I do to help?" Matteo asked Basel softly.
"You've more important things on your plate. I'll send to Halar for one of my own jordaini counselors."
"At least tell me the charge!"
The wizard glanced at Tzigone. "I am accused of Sinestra Belajoon's murder."
The girl's jaw fell slack with astonishment. She snapped it shut and quickly caught up. "Sinestra is dead, too? How? Where?"
"I can't answer how, but the where is plain enough. She was in my tower, searching your room."
"Of course she was," Tzigone said clearly and distinctly. "Sinestra and I were friends, and she was looking for me. But of course you knew that. It's not as if you would mistake her for a thief, or anything like that."
Basel leaned closer. "Child, this is not the time to spring to my defense.
Say no more until we have opportunity to speak. There are things about Sinestra you should know."
"Tell me now," she urged.
The wizard glanced toward the guards, who were becoming visibly restless. "Sinestra was once Keturah's servant," he said, speaking softly and quickly. "I knew her. We helped your mother escape after she was condemned as a murderer. You cannot afford to become entangled in this. Now, go back to the tower. We will speak when we can."
Basel stepped back and motioned to the guards. They reformed ranks, and he fell into step with them. Tzigone watched him go, her face stunned.
"Not good," Matteo fretted. "This gives Basel an apparent motive."
She spun and stalked back toward the tower. "Basel didn't do it. He wouldn't do anything remotely illegal."
"Well," Matteo hedged. At Tzigone's prodding, he told her that he and Basel had slipped into Dhamari's tower and had taken from it a number of valuable spells and books.
"But he got them for me, right?" Tzigone