"Balram is dead. The Shadow Thieves' work in the Delve has been compromised, but Varan is alive, and they will not give him up easily," said Aazen. "If I return, I can report his death, and you will be free. Keep me for your Harper friends and there will be no safe place for you and the mad wizard."
"The Harpers are more than capable of protecting their own," Meisha said, "and no bond of friendship holds me. I need nothing from you."
Aazen smirked. "And will the Harpers welcome a mad, dangerous wizard into their fold?" he asked. "You know there's only one place for him now, and if I don't go back, he'll never be able to get there. It's your choice."
Kall imagined Meisha's inner struggle. He fought his own feelings on the matter, but he wasn't surprised when Meisha finally nodded. "I accept," she said reluctantly, and added, "on the promise that if anything happens to Varan—if he is attacked, kidnapped, or suffers a mysterious 'accident' in his bed at night, the Harpers will come after you." A red glow suffused her skin, or perhaps it was just the reflection from the burning house. "And I will be leading the way."
Aazen nodded. "You, on the other hand," he said to Kall, "will be much harder to convince."
But Kall shook his head. "Go your own path," he said. "I won't hinder you, but choose any way but the Shadow Thieves. I spoke the truth. You'll never be able to trust them."
"I know," said Aazen. "And so they will never have a hold on me. I claim no love ... or friendship," he said pointedly, "and so no one will ever control me—ever again."
The conviction in his voice, the look in his eyes struck Kall with sadness. "True love doesn't control," he said.
"Of course it does," said Aazen. "Love and friendship are flawed emotions. They can be twisted, manipulated, as we've both experienced. Never again," he said. Then he added softly. "You've found better companions, Kall. Keep them."
When Aazen walked away, Kall did not cry out for him to return. For a second time, he watched the darkness swallow his friend, but this time Kall was not alone. Meisha and Dantane stood on either side of him, and later, Morgan, Talal, and Garavin joined them. They stood, silhouetted in the light of the fire, until the Gem Guard came.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Keczulla, Amn
8 Marpenoth, the Year of Lightning Storms (1374 DR)
The following days saw widespread rumors. Whispers said the fire that consumed the estate had killed Morel's heir and an undisclosed number of assassins. A surprising public statement from the Bladesmile family partly fueled the rumors, reporting that all Morel assets were now in the care of Rays Bladesmile, per Kall Morel's request. The furor arising from the announcement, combined with Kall's disappearance from the city, led to rampant speculation about the fate of the Morel line. Many believed it to be extinct at last.
Kall was content to let the speculation drift where it may.
Garavin rode beside him as they left the city behind. "Has there been any word since that night?" he asked.
"No," Kall replied. "But I'll find her."
"And ye're sure she's alive?"
Kall gripped the gem from Garavin's axe in his gloved palm. "I'm sure."
They rode in silence for a while. Kall glanced down at the dwarf. "I like your new ornament," he said, pointing to a gray streak running through the center of Garavin's beard. "Distinguishes you—channeling a god, and all that. Lucky for me, it hasn't made you insufferably self-righteous."
Garavin laughed. "If ye mean because I haven't argued against Meisha's plan, ye're wrong. I think Dugmaren would approve, even if Dumathoin does not."
"Oh? Why so?"
"Because as much as Shanatar needs protecting, there's another school of thought says it needs to be explored, its magic understood. Otherwise it gets misused, as the Howlings misused it—as the Amnians suffered from what they didn't understand."
"Some would argue—myself included—that a mad wizard is the last person to take on such a task. Truth, old friend—should he really be allowed back in the Delve?"
"Yes," Garavin said without hesitation. "He's been touched by a god and a demon, and still he's trying to find his way back. That's what the lass believes. As long as there's hope, she can't give up on him, just as ye couldn't give up on yer father or Aazen."
"I left Aazen to the Shadow Thieves," Kall said. "What good can that possibly do his future?"
"Nothing," Garavin said, unwilling to lie to his friend. "But ye set his mind and heart free from his father, something he couldn't do for himself. He'll find his way on his own. Whether ye approve of his path or not, ye can't change him. Ye've yer own course to follow now."
"And you're coming with me?" Kall asked, trying to make it sound casual.
Garavin wasn't fooled. "Aye, lad, I'm coming, if only to see ye don't get trampled on by that wizard and the Harper firebrand."
"I'm hoping Morgan and the boy will mitigate some of that," Kall said, though he privately wondered if he weren't setting himself up for a world of hurt when he finally did track down Cesira, with a fire-loving Harper, a thief, an orphan, and a rogue wizard in tow. He suspected Dantane's motives for joining the group had everything to do with Meisha's desire to take a leave from the Harpers and come along, and not any real concern for Cesira.
He looked up at the sky, but there were no birds today. The clouds threatened rain. They would be soaked by the time they got on the road, but Kall didn't care. His path, now that he'd found it, spanned Amn, the Sword Coast, to the frozen North if necessary. Whichever road led him to Cesira, he would follow it gladly.
"Where are we meeting Meisha?" Garavin asked.
"Outside the Delve," replied Kall. "After she takes Varan home."
* * * * *
Meisha guided her master back to his pallet in the small workroom. With a word, she lit newly placed torches along the walls, flooding the room with warmth.
Varan did not seem to notice. He sat right down and reached into the wall, pulling out fresh tools and components as if from nowhere.
Meisha suppressed a shudder at how comfortably he fell into his old routine. Now that she knew just what his hands touched—what ancient power—was she doing the right thing?
"I'll be back to look in on you," she said, hoping some part of him heard her. "Between visits, someone else will come to take care of you. You won't be alone."
Varan made no reaction, so she turned to go.
"Fixed."
"What?" Meisha asked, turning back to him.
Varan held up an object: a small, square disk that seemed to be made of fluid metal. "Fixed now, firebird," he said confidently. "I'll fix them all."
"Eventually," Meisha said. She smiled a little as Varan's face blurred in her vision. "Fix them all, Master. Maybe when you do, you'll find your way back to me."
Talal waited for her in the hall. Meisha's anxiety, deep as it was, couldn't hold under the boy's shy grin. "Ready?" she asked.
"More than," he said. His eyes fell on the pouch in her hand. She'd removed it from Varan's neck. "He let you take that?"
"The demon's eye has been destroyed," Meisha explained. "The jarilith—and in turn Varan—only ever guarded it because it served as the link to Varan and to this plane. That's why he killed Shirva Tarlarin and attacked me—to protect the link."
"What will you do with it?"