Benzamin nodded.
"She also says that the magic... is alive. She called it the Light. She often referred to it as though it were a living thing."
Benzamin chuckled. "It can be."
"Ni'ochi magic is different, it requires spells, and it was probably a ni'ochi magus that wrote the grimoire."
Benzamin nodded. "Correct."
"Could it be possible... for a kioko magus to go corrupt and turn to the Dark magic rather than the Light?'
The High Lord flushed slightly. "If you are implying that she—"
"No." The madrigal's voice was firm. "I am implying that he was winding down that road."
Benzamin nodded. "That would make sense. But you must understand that the light is rather vicious. It visits retribution on those who have spurned it."
Maakus smiled. "What better retribution than spending time as an earthbound soul?"
Benzamin blinked, and Maakus saw his glance dart toward the door from which the child had come. "Of course...." Benzamin said softly. "So that—" he stopped suddenly, looking at the bard again.
Something flashed in Maakus' mind, something he had noticed without noticing, something at the edge of his memory....
Maakus shook his head. Whatever it was, it would come in its own time.
"All right," the bard said. "I've told you my part... now it's time for yours."
Benzamin chuckled. "Bards are such flatterers. Aye, there is something I know: the piece you do not."
"You know what happened to her?" Maakus breathed, sitting up.
Benzamin nodded. "And I shall show you."
The wind rattled against the windows, striking like a snake. I closed my eyes, calmed myself within, then opened them to stare at the circles I had drawn.
I reached within me to the well from which I drew the Light, and called it. It curled like woodsmoke from my hand and flowed into the outermost circle.
"Jesamen," I breathed, and a shadowy figure appeared in the circle, staring at me with ethereal green eyes.
"Aloren...." he said softly, voice louder than it had ever been, but still a shade's voice. It had strengthened as Lammas Night grew closer. My body trembled at the sound of that voice. I wondered what his touch would feel like....
The book lay open before me, pages worn nearly brown by time. I stared at them, wishing that I had had more time to look through it.
Two spells, both so similar.... Which strokes of the pen do you choose, magus?
"Midnight draws close!" the shade said. "You must bring me back, Aloren!"