The Raven Collection

He folded the letter in his hands and pushed it into his lap before looking up at Vuldaroq. The fat Dordovan Tower Lord, dressed in deep blue robes gathered with a white sash, was sweating from the exertion of accompanying Denser to Erie

‘Six weeks, Vuldaroq. What the hell were you doing all that time?’

Vuldaroq patted a cloth over his forehead and back on to his bald scalp. ‘Searching. Trying to find them. As we still do. They are Dordovan.’

‘And also my wife and child, despite our current separation. You had no right to keep her disappearance from me for even one day.’

Denser took in the study, its stacks of tied papers, its books and parchments arranged in meticulous fashion on the shelves, its candles and lamp wicks trimmed, a toy rabbit sitting atop a plumped cushion. So completely unlike Erie

‘It is not as simple as that,’ said Vuldaroq carefully. ‘There are procedures and processes—’

Denser surged from the chair to stand eye to eye with the Tower Lord.

‘Don’t even think of trying that horseshit with me,’ he grated. ‘Your Quorum’s damned pride and politics has kept me away from the search for my daughter and the woman I love for six bloody wasted weeks. They could be absolutely anywhere by now. What exactly have your searches turned up?’

Denser could see the beads of sweat forming on Vuldaroq’s red, bulbous face.

‘Vague clues. Rumoured sightings. Nothing certain.’

‘It’s taken you six weeks to find out “nothing certain”? The entire and considerable might of Dordover?’ Denser stopped, seeing Vuldaroq’s squinted gaze dart momentarily away. He smiled and stepped away a little, half-turning, his fingers playing idly with a stack of papers. ‘She really took you by surprise, didn’t she? All of you.’ He gave a short laugh. ‘You never had any idea that she might leave or where she might go, did you?’

Vuldaroq said nothing. Denser nodded.

‘So what did you do? Send mages and soldiers to Lystern? Korina? Blackthorne? Even Xetesk perhaps. Then what? Scoured the local woodland, sent word to Gyernath and Jaden?’

‘The search area is large,’ said Vuldaroq carefully.

‘And with all your great wisdom, none of you had the wit to know her well enough to consider in which direction she might have headed, did you?’ Denser tutted, and tapped his head, enjoying, for a moment, Vuldaroq’s embarrassment. ‘No instinct, was there? And so you sent for me, someone who might know. But you left it so very, very late. Why is that, Vuldaroq?’

The Dordovan Tower Lord wiped the cloth over his face and hands before pocketing it.

‘Despite your relationship to both Erie

Denser shook his head and moved forward again. Vuldaroq took a pace back, struck his leg against the seat of a chair and sat heavily, face reddening anew.

‘You expect me to believe that? Your secrecy over Lya

Again a slight spreading of the hands from Vuldaroq. ‘Lya

‘Like the awakening of a true all-College ability, you mean? Hardly unfortunate.’ Denser smiled. ‘If it happens, we should celebrate.’

‘Be careful, Denser,’ warned Vuldaroq. ‘Balaia has no place for another Septern. Not now, not ever. The world has changed.’

‘Dordover may speak only for itself, not for Balaia. Lya

Vuldaroq snorted. ‘ “Forward”? A return to the One is a step back, my Xeteskian friend, and one talented child does not herald such a step. One child is powerless.’ The old Dordovan bit his lip.

‘Only if you stop her realising her potential.’ What started as a retort finished as a whisper. Denser paced back, his mouth slack for a moment. ‘That’s it, isn’t it? By all the Gods falling, Vuldaroq, if one hair on her head is harmed—’

Vuldaroq pushed himself out of the chair. ‘No one is going to harm her, Denser. Calm yourself. We are Dordovans, not witch-hunters. ’ He moved towards the door. ‘But do find her and bring her back here, Denser. Soon. Believe me, it is important to all of us.’

‘Get out,’ muttered Denser.

‘Might I remind you that this is my Tower,’ snapped Vuldaroq.

‘Get out!’ shouted Denser. ‘You have no idea what you are toying with, do you? No idea at all.’ Denser sat back down in his chair.

‘On the contrary, I think you’ll find we have a very good idea indeed.’ Vuldaroq stood for a while before shuffling out. Denser listened to his heavy footsteps receding along the wood-panelled corridor. He unfolded the letter they hadn’t even found, though it was barely hidden in Erie

He read the letter again and sighed. Four and a half years it had been since they had all stood together on the fields of Septern Manse, and yet The Raven were the only people he could possibly trust to help him, depleted as they were. Erie

Denser managed a smile. He was still the lynchpin. And Denser could be in Korina in a little over two days if he flew all the way. A supper at The Rookery and a glass of Blackthorne red with The Unknown Warrior. A pleasant prospect.

He decided he would leave Dordover at first light, and turned to ring for a fire to warm Erie

But there was something else too. Something serious nagging at him that he couldn’t drag from his subconscious. It was to do with the awakening.

A strong gust of wind rattled the windows, almost over before it had come. Denser shrugged, switched his attention to the desk and began leafing carefully through its papers.

Korina was bustling. Trade had been excellent throughout the summer and the seasonal change had brought little diminishment, other than the falling numbers of itinerant travellers and workers, who had begun to take ship for the southern continent, following the heat.

After two years of rumours of more battles, increased taxation and Wesman invasion, following the end of the war, confidence was returning to Korina’s once-deserted docks and markets, with every trader seemingly determined to wring out every last ounce of profit. Market days were longer, more ships sailed in and out on every tide, day and night, and the i