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I had hated the man, but I had certainly never expected him to come to an end like this. I stared down at him. “What happened to him?”
Dernwerd gestured at the students. “They said he was in the middle of a class on Transmogrification when he suddenly started shrieking and pointing at something on the ceiling. They all looked, of course, but didn’t see a thing there. Then he started grabbing at his neck and contorting all around as though someone was squeezing the life out of him. Then he dropped to the floor and he died. In minutes, they said.”
I glanced back at the students, a room away but obviously listening to every word. “Is that true?”
They looked at each other and nodded. “Just like he said,” confirmed one girl who looked about twelve. I know that magic folk age differently than mortals do, and I’m 105 myself, so everyone looks young to me, but I ca
I looked back at Morben, ghastly and terrified. What could possibly have killed one of the most powerful wizards in the kingdom? Despite Audra’s caution to stand clear of the body, I had decided to take a pace closer when the corpse abruptly disintegrated into a smoking pile of black ash. I stepped back hurriedly and brushed some cinder from my sleeve.
“I think we’d better cancel classes for the day,” I said, keeping my voice steady to disguise my sudden shakiness. “Time to convene a council of mages.”
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The Norwitch Academy of Magic and Sorcery had been founded three centuries ago and enjoyed great prestige and prosperity ever since. I was the seventh wizard to ascend to the top position in the school, a feat I had accomplished thirty-eight years before, and the first to preside over an investigation of murder. Not a distinction I particularly wished to claim.
A staff of twenty professors reported to me, and between us we taught a student body of four hundred students. A countless number of cooks, laundresses, gardeners, and stableboys also lived on the premises, making sure life at the school ran smoothly. Thus, in theory, there were close to five hundred suspects in this unsettling murder case.
In actuality, however, the number could be narrowed down to five without any trouble at all. There were, in the entire kingdom, only half a dozen wizards with the knowledge and power to cast a death spell that actually worked. All six of them worked at the Academy, and one was now dead.
The other five of us sat in my office and looked at each other with expressions of mistrust and wonder.
“So!” I said briskly, folding my hands before me on my ornate desk. “I suppose all of you have heard the dreadful news by now. Morben is dead, and someone killed him, and we need to try to discover who and why.”
“The why is simple enough,” Audra said with some contempt. She sat in one of my stiff high-backed chairs as if it was a comfortably stuffed divan, and her gold robe molded itself to her long legs. Dernwerd, Borrin, and Xander couldn’t keep their watery old eyes off her. “He was a foul-mouthed, lecherous, mean-spirited hack, and everybody hated him.”
“It’s true that he was a difficult man, but you needn’t speak so harshly,” Dernwerd mumbled in his irritating, apologetic way. As if he thought that even in death Morben might reach out to slap him if he didn’t talk nice.
“Yes, but to disapprove of him and to kill him are two very different things,” Xander said. Xander was a lean, bald, punctilious scholar who would argue the most minute point of history or spell-work till you wanted to run screaming from the room.
“Frankly, I’m surprised he hasn’t been done away with long before now,” Borrin drawled. Supercilious, wealthy family background, north-country accent-Borrin does think he’s the most elegant of the wizards, though I’m pretty sure he uses magic to keep his hair silver and his figure trim. I can respect his abilities, which are formidable, but not his vanity.
You will be thinking by now that I dislike almost everyone in my employ, and you would be right. In fact, I am a terrible misanthrope, and my attitude is even worse when it comes to wizards and warlocks. Call me a misosorcerer and be done with it! But I inherited all five senior members of my faculty when I joined the school, and I was under contract to keep them. Trust me, otherwise I would have ousted Morben when I first came on board, and I might have fired the other four while I was at it. Though honesty compels me to admit that all of them, even Audra, are ferociously talented mages.
And all of them have the ability, if not the inclination, to kill a man by magic.
“Well, he’s dead now,” I said. “And it seems obvious that one of the five of us murdered him.”
They all looked at each other and at me, and none of them said a word.
“The students didn’t recognize the spell they described, but I did, and I assume you did as well,” I went on. “It can be found in the Hazelton Grimoire, though a variant without the screaming is indexed in Mortensen’s Spellbook, and only the five of us have the knowledge to unlock either of those volumes, let alone the strength to speak the enchantment. So one of us killed him. Why?”
Dernwerd was on his feet, pointing at Audra. “You’re the one who always hated him!” So much for his usual conciliatory ma
“And I would have, but he didn’t,” Audra said furiously. “Aren’t you the one he embarrassed in front of his whole class last week, when you couldn’t recapture the igliat and had to get Morben’s help? He said you had the skill of a Rank Five wizard and shouldn’t be allowed to teach advanced classes.”
Dernwerd’s face was the same gray color as his hair. “How did you know that?”
She shrugged one thin shoulder. “A couple of the students told me. They thought it was fu
Borrin was smiling in that detestable way, and Xander gave him a long, thorough look. “You smile now, but you didn’t think it was so fu
Borrin stopped smiling. “My family’s older than the kingdom, and if anyone’s a sorcerer-come-lately it’s Morben with his questionable antecedents and his rough-and-ready magic.”
“And, anyway,” I said to Xander, “you were none too fond of him, either. You were quite public in your hatred for him once he published that paper about the error you made in your Treatise.”
The bald man glared at me. Borrin was laughing again. “And you, Camalyn?” Borrin said. “Why did you despise the estimable Morben? Because he told the school board that you were an aging spinster with a poisonous mind and a dried-up heart? Because he told them no female should ever be head of Norwitch Academy, but if they were going to make that mistake, they should at least choose one who could claim to be a woman.”
Audra snickered. Dernwerd and Xander looked embarrassed for me. I looked at Borrin and wished him dead. “So one of us killed him,” I repeated, “and we all had a reason. Now we have to determine who had the chance. I want each of you to write down a diary of where you’ve been since midnight last night, with names of witnesses who can substantiate your claims. I will begin the investigation.”