Siobhan
Month 2, Day 26, Friday 9:00 p.m.
Wearing all the accoutrents and the blue-black iridescent hair of the Raven Queen, Siobhan rode in a nondescript carriage through the night streets of Gilbratha, accompanied by Oliver and a couple of the Verdant Stag’s most trusted enforcers. They were on their way to a eting with a handful of University representatives.
“We gave them the location at the last minute,” Oliver assured her, perhaps picking up on the anxiety that she had tried to keep hidden. Or perhaps he just knew her well enough by now to guess at it. “So they won’t have had a chance to lay any traps, and we already know they won’t be calling in the coppers. With the additional layer of distance that Liza agreed to help with, you’ll be even more secure. We’ve scouted out both locations ahead of ti, and you have three different escape routes and plenty of backup if necessary.”
“I know,” she assured him. She wouldn’t even be in the sa room, or the sa city block, as the University representatives. She was more anxious about the possibility that, just maybe, this eting could lead to a solution to her status as a wanted criminal, and not just be a way for her to scam sothing valuable out of Munchworth’s faction.
The carriage, which had taken a circuitous route to avoid any tails, soon stopped in front of a high-class restaurant with no direct connection to the Verdant Stag, which sported an open floor plan and stairs on either side that led up to a loft area.
Liza was waiting on the ground floor. She had already cleared an area of tables and set up the Lino-Wharton ssenger spell array on the floor. She was halfway through casting already, and waved Siobhan forward to complete the latter half of the binding.
She handed Siobhan a pouch of dead bird pieces, which Siobhan hung around her neck, then attached a string around Siobhan’s arm. She noted that it was much longer than the ones Liza had used when Siobhan was paying her, which ant she would have control of the raven over a greater distance. This was all on Oliver’s bill and would be taken out of his cut of whatever tribute the University representatives brought, so she didn’t care that it must have cost extra.
“Due to all of your shenanigans, I’ve had to order a whole new batch of raven chicks. I can’t keep up with the demand, and even if buying random ones from live component shops can make up the numbers, it’s best if they’re from the sa brood for this kind of thing. Do you know how much hassle it is to raise a batch of raven chicks?” Liza grumbled. “I need an assistant, but of course it’s impossible to find soone who is competent, trustworthy enough to allow into my ho, and also palatable enough to spend ti with. Plus, they should be attractive. A nice, muscular man with good teeth to do my bidding around the house, that’s what I need…”
Siobhan had been sympathetic at first, but as Liza’s muttering went on, she let out a snort.
The woman’s glare snapped over to Siobhan. “You think I’m joking? You try running a black-market business for damn fool clients, all by yourself, and see if you don’t long for a competent helper.”
“But does he need to be an attractive, muscular man with good teeth?”
“As a grown woman, having visually pleasant surroundings is an important factor in improving my workplace environnt, and accordingly, improving my mood.” Liza cast the last step of the spell, and as the string burned up, fast enough to singe but not injure her, the connection was ford. Liza handed Siobhan the raven and shooed her away.
Siobhan realized that their little conversation had significantly cald her anxiety and wondered if, perhaps, Liza had done it on purpose. She carried the raven up to the loft, where an open window was waiting for her. Taking a mont to review the directions from this building to the eting point, she tossed the raven out of the window, letting its flight instincts take over as she guided it using the ntal tether between them.
The raven arrived in only a few minutes, flying into a warehouse, that was in no way associated with the Verdant Stag, through an open window. How convenient it was to have wings.
The building was lit with a few lanterns set about. In the middle of the room, placed upon a crate for height, rested a large bird cage decorated with tal filigree. With her human eyes Siobhan guided the raven down to it, pulling the door closed with the raven’s beak. The lock latched automatically and she swore the raven could feel the magic wash over its feathers in an uncomfortable prickle.
The room’s single occupant, a Verdant Stag enforcer, nearly jumped out of his skin at the noise, staring wide-eyed and breathless for several long seconds before bowing deeply.
She had the raven bow to him in return, then asked, “Are they on their way?” with the squawky bird’s voice.
The enforcer gulped, looking as if he wanted to be anywhere else. “Yes, my lady. They should arrive in a few minutes at most. Can I… Do you need anything in the anti?”
She squawked out a laugh. “Are you offering refreshnts?”
“Umm…”
She felt a little bad about the way his wide eyes darted about frantically. “Do not worry, I was only humoring myself. I need nothing.”
It didn’t take long for the University cohort to arrive, three n and two won led by yet another Verdant Stag enforcer.
Siobhan recognized Grandmaster Kiernan imdiately. Sohow, she wasn’t surprised by his involvent. There were a couple other professors she recognized as well, also from the History departnt. Munchworth wasn’t there. ‘Perhaps they are displeased with his performance, or maybe he just doesn’t rank high enough to be involved in a eting like this.’ She did her best to morize the remaining faces.
Kiernan looked around the warehouse, then narrowed in on the raven with a piercing stare. “Where is she?” he asked, eyeing the raven with so suspicion.
“I am here,” she said through the bird. In her real body, she opened her eyes and looked around with paranoia, despite knowing how unlikely it was that she could be discovered there.
“We were under the impression that you would et with us in person,” Kiernan snapped. “I like to look my conversation partner in the eye.”
“And I like to maintain a healthy distance from people who wish ill,” she replied, letting the raven nonchalantly groom a couple of feathers on its shoulder with its beak. “I agreed to this eting when your request was most humbly brought to by Lord Stag, but even he cannot convince to do anything I do not wish to.” At Oliver’s request, Siobhan was trying to reinforce their idea that she and the Verdant Stag were separate, and that no amount of pressure on them would equate to pressure on her.
After a long mont, during which she was pretty sure she heard him grinding his teeth, he said, “I am Grandmaster Kiernan.”
“I believe there is no need to introduce myself in return. What tribute have you brought ?” If it was sothing worthless, she might just fly away and make them try again with sothing better. She couldn’t let them think that she could be bullied or pushed around.
Kiernan stepped aside, and the woman behind him brought forward the wooden box she was carrying. The woman knelt, then pulled a sowhat smaller case out of the box, which she opened to reveal a bejeweled gold bowl engraved with intricate designs, and a lid covered in holes. “This censer was used by shaman-king Deon, who ruled in Qusnia, which is a country to the southeast that has long been lost to the sands of ti. It was gifted to him by his wife upon their first eting, and is valued at one thousand to fifteen hundred gold. All authentication docunts are included.”
That was much more expensive than Siobhan had expected, and it made the danger of this eting worth it for the tribute alone. But it was also quite inconvenient, since it wasn’t the kind of thing one could sell easily on the open market. They would have to find a wealthy collector, or perhaps give it to an auction house on consignnt. ‘I’m sure they did that on purpose, just to be a nuisance.’
“It is acceptable,” she said after a long mont of consideration. She turned to the enforcer beside her, giving him a nod.
The man picked up the case, put it back in the box, and then took it to the front door of the warehouse, where a delivery runner was just arriving. The runner didn’t work for the Verdant Stag and had no idea what was going on, other than the need for a standard vow of discretion. He took the box, bowed quickly to the enforcer, and ran away with it. He would take it to another secure location, where Oliver’s people would examine the tribute for tricks, repackage it to avoid any sabotage or tracking spells, and from there store it sowhere safe.
The University cohort watched the runner disappear with consternation. There were a few long monts of awkward silence as no one spoke. A couple of Kiernan’s companions shuffled uneasily, looking between her and the shadows at the edges of the warehouse.
When the silence continued past the point of awkwardness, Siobhan wondered. ‘Is this a negotiation tactic? Is Kiernan trying to make uneasy and force to speak first?’ If so, she was displeased to admit that it was working. The Lino-Wharton raven ssenger spell would only last so long. If the eting dragged out too long, the raven might just suddenly die in the middle of their conversation, and that wasn’t the ssage of confidence and authority she wanted to portray at all. So she guided the raven to speak. “Do not waste my ti. You have co to ask a boon of , so do so.”
Kiernan cleared his throat. “The book. Do you still have it?”
Siobhan paused, then asked carefully, “Myrddin’s book?”
Kiernan nodded, confirming her suspicions. In her real body, Siobhan turned from the window, pacing back and forth for a few steps as the reality of her situation settled in her mind. She turned her attention back to the epheral tether controlling the raven. A little too much ti had passed, and everyone was staring at the creature with expressions that ranged from fear to suspicion.
“I do have it.”
Almost as one, the entire University group relaxed, failing to suppress gusting sighs and letting their relief show plain on their faces. Kiernan smiled, but his expression quickly grew cautious again. “Have you decrypted it?”
Siobhan considered lying, but that was too dangerous. After all, the University had everything else from Myrddin’s hermitage—enough to recognize if she had no idea what she was talking about. “I have not.” She hesitated, but added, “My purpose for it was different. While I am sure whatever lies within is fascinating and of great historical significance, I have no imdiate need for it.”
“Then why did you steal it in the first place?” one of Kiernan’s companions demanded.
Kiernan shot the man a glare, but still turned back to the raven in expectation of an answer.
“The theft was…incidental. It was never my goal, in truth. You could consider it a coincidence.” She doubted even a skilled diviner would be able to discern whether a raven was lying without actively casting a divination spell on it, but she was trying to show sincerity. Lying about this would just make everything more complicated.
The man who had interrupted previously gave an angry huff. “You don’t expect us to actually believe that?”
Siobhan wished the raven had eyebrows that she could raise individually. “I find it amusing that you believe your security so unbreakable, so competent, that there must be so grand conspiracy behind my acquisition of the book. I assure you, that is not the case. This line of conversation is becoming tedious. Let us get to the point. You would like the book returned.”
“Yes,” Kiernan said.
“I am anable to that, but I will require sothing in exchange. Sothing that cannot so easily be bought with coin.”
Kiernan frowned, tilting his head to the side. “The censer…was it not sufficient?”
The raven let out a sharp, squawking laugh that made the enforcer standing next to it jump. “That was a tribute, given for the honor of my presence alone. It was not paynt.”
Kiernan scowled, but said, “Fine. What is it that you wish?”
“I wish to stop being hunted for the theft. And for any other cris I may or may not have committed in the anti,” she said simply. “I would like a legal pardon.”
Everyone in the room stared at her as if she had just grown a second head, or as if she had suggested that she and Kiernan go into a back room and do sothing lewd. “A legal pardon,” Kiernan repeated.
“I find it tedious to be so harassed. Having returned the book, and done no real harm to those who do not deserve it, it seems reasonable that I should be free of reprisal as well, does it not?” She was aware that wasn’t really how the law worked at all, but she was also aware that the law was not enforced equally and impartially. “This is what I want. However, I have doubts about whether you can realistically promise this. Do you have the authority, or the influence, to grant a pardon? Or perhaps so other way to ensure I can walk the streets in peace? I am open to…creative solutions.”
There was a long silence, and she had the raven open its beak again to say, “You are not the only ones who want this book. Perhaps soone else would even count it as a positive that I kept it out of your grip. Soone like the High—”
Siobhan reeled backward, cringing as she tried to protect her head with her arms. She stumbled into the railing at the edge of the loft, and if not for its protection, she might have fallen right off and dashed herself onto the floor below like a too-ripe peach fallen from the tree. She crouched down, and only when she felt large hands on her shoulders, gripping her roughly, did she realize she was keening aloud.
She quieted herself, taking quick, deep breaths, her eyes wide and staring out over her knees.
“What happened? What did they do? Siobhan, talk to !” Oliver demanded, giving her a little shake as he examined her for damage.
She raised her gaze to his, noting the tight lines of strain around his eyes. “The raven died,” she whispered hoarsely. Saying it aloud helped sohow. It was the raven that had died, not Siobhan. “The cage activated and killed the raven with a superheated fireball. Very…” She swallowed. This had been very different from tis before, when she ended the spell on purpose. She had been fully imrsed in its senses, and so of the raven’s own emotions might have rippled back to her through their connection before it was imdiately and forcibly severed. “It was very lodramatic.” She rolled her shoulders back to release so tension, and straightened her clothes in a way she suddenly realized she’d picked up from Ana.
“They tried to bypass the wards, then?” Oliver asked.
“A free-cast divination spell, I’m guessing. It couldn’t have been an artifact unless one slipped past the search. I think I felt my ward start to activate for a mont,” she said, rising back to her feet with Oliver’s steadying hand on her elbow. “I’m fine,” she assured him. “But they were probably trying to find .”
He looked around suspiciously, already moving, his hand on her shoulder as he guided her down the stairs, like he was afraid she would trip and fall. “We’re leaving. Mr. Huntley, any signs of hostile activity or observation?”
The enforcer shook his head. “Negative, Lord Stag. We are safe for extraction.”
As they rode away in the carriage, on their way to another of Oliver’s warehouses where she could change back into Sebastien, Siobhan tried not to let the disappointnt settle in her bones. It wasn’t so surprising that they would betray her, really. She hadn’t been expecting it at that particular mont simply because she hadn’t considered that one of them might be a free-caster, allowing them to move against her without any outward sign. She knew free-casters existed, obviously. She was trying to beco one, after all. But they were rare. Rare enough that she’d made assumptions, at least subconsciously.
The warded cage had detected that sothing was trying to access the raven utilizing similar principles to what the blood-print vow used to protect the blood thumbprints. Such wards weren’t infallible, but they could detect divination tendrils—or rays, or waves, whatever divination used to gather information—as well as sudden transfers of various types of energy. False positives were possible, of course, but Siobhan was certain this hadn’t been a false positive. They had been trying to find her. That was why Kiernan was upset that she hadn’t t with them in person. “They never planned to negotiate with in good faith,” she said dully.
Oliver grimaced. “Maybe. Or maybe one of them just got a little too bold. In any case, you won’t be taking such a risk again.” His hand was still on her elbow, and he took his gaze away from the carriage window to look her over again for damage. “I’m sorry. I never should have agreed to set up a eting with the Raven Queen.”
She let out a low sigh. “It’s alright. It’s not like we’re any worse off than we were beforehand. If their words can be believed, we now have a censer worth at least a thousand gold. I…overreacted. To the raven getting disintegrated, I an. It just took by surprise.”
Oliver was silent for a mont, and then his hand slid down from her elbow, gripping her smaller hand in his and squeezing. “I’m going to have quite a lot to say to them as Lord Stag. If the Raven Queen really was a wild creature of vengeance, that little stunt they pulled could have put and the whole of the Verdant Stag in danger. The University has a lot of power and resources. I thought it would be truly advantageous if we could be allies.”
“To avoid being beset by enemies on all sides,” Siobhan deduced. “Since they’re already rivals with the Thirteen Crowns.”
“Yes. But…tonight has made warier.”
“What are you going to do?”
He turned back to look out the window, and a few seconds passed before he answered. “I don’t know. In the short term, at least, I have to bide my ti and consolidate the Verdant Stag’s power. We’re not strong enough to afford direct confrontation.”
She let the conversation die, taking so comfort in the anchor of Oliver’s hand against hers. When the carriage finally slowed to a stop in front of a small house, she asked, “What do you think happened to the enforcers who were in the warehouse with the raven?”
“I don’t know,” Oliver said grimly, but it went unspoken between them that there was a good chance fighting had broken out, and against University professors with at least one free-caster, the Verdant Stag enforcers, competent and well-equipped as they were, might not have co out ahead.
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