Alex Verus Novels, Books 1-4 (9780698175952) (79 page)

Luna nodded. “Okay.”

“That covers defence. But some mages can't do direct magical attacks.” I gestured to the table. “That's where the focus weapons come in. They act as conductors. You channel your magic through them. Hit the other guy with one and it'll trigger the conversion field.”

The table Luna had been looking at held what looked like training weapons. There wasn't a great selection and they had a worn, chipped look; the kind of things I'd sell at a deep discount. Luna hesitated, then picked out a sword made out of some kind of pale wood. As she touched it the silver mist of her curse flowed around it, soaking in.

Luna's an adept, not a mage. Adepts are the next step down on the magical pyramid from mages, and the best way to think of them is as mages who can only cast one spell. That doesn't mean they're weak—in fact, since adepts spend so much time practising and refining their one spell, they tend to get really good with it—but they don't have the range and breadth of abilities that mages do. Luna's unusual for an adept in that her magic doesn't come from within, but from without: Her spell is actually a curse, passed down from daughter to daughter. It brings good luck to her, and bad luck to everyone else, which can range from “paper cut” to “struck by lightning,” depending on how careful she is and how close you get.

Usually a curse like that just keeps working on its subject forever, but in this case something unusual happened. The curse has grown up with Luna, woven into her so that it can't be removed—but just as it's a part of her, she's a part of it, and over the last year she's started to learn to control it. She can't shut it off and she definitely can't let herself touch anyone, but she's gotten a lot better at guiding her curse away from people she doesn't want to hurt—not to mention sending it at people she does.

It's not actually forbidden for adepts to train as apprentices, but it's not customary either. So far it hasn't come up, partly because no one wants to be the first to get between a mage and their apprentice, and partly because Luna's area of magic is so poorly understood that not many mages can tell the difference between a chance mage and a chance adept anyway. It's probably going to cause trouble one of these days, but that's a worry for another time.

Luna studied the sword as her curse twined lazily around it. To my mage's sight Luna's curse looks like a silver-grey mist, shifting and changing, constantly seeping from her skin and soaking into everything around her. To living creatures that mist is poison, invisible and utterly lethal. I've seen people survive brushes from Luna's curse with nothing but a few bruises—and I've also seen a man die a violent death within seconds of touching her. That's why it's so dangerous—you can never predict what it'll do. “What do I do?” Luna asked.

“You're doing it,” I said. “As long as you hold it, your magic'll keep it charged.”

Luna looked down dubiously. “It doesn't look like . . .”

“Like anything's happening?”

“Yeah.”

I smiled. “Focus items depend on who's using them. Your magic's subtle, so the effect's subtle.”

“Is it okay to hit her with this?”

“The azimuth shield's enough to take most of the punch out of a magical strike. Don't go sitting on her, but a couple of hits won't do her any harm.”

I became aware that the rest of the room had gone quiet, and looked up to see that everyone was waiting for us. Natasha was standing at one end of the azimuth piste. Unlike Luna, she wasn't wielding a weapon. “Luna?” Lyle said. “Are you ready?”

Luna nodded. “Ready.” She walked out onto the piste. I saw Lyle concentrate, channelling his magic, and to my mage's sight the two focuses lit up with power, energy extending from them to weave a shield around the two girls. Luna flinched and glanced back as the effect touched her, and I saw the silver mist of her curse flicker and twist, merging with the shield. Natasha just looked bored. Anne and the two boys had spaced themselves along the wall.

“Er,” Lyle said. “Let's say first to three. Ready and . . . go!”

Luna darted forward, sword raised, and blue light welled up around Natasha's hands.

*  *  *

T
he bout was to three points. The score at the end was 3–0. Natasha and Luna fought two more bouts. The score at the end of each of those was 3–0, too.

It's not that Luna's clumsy or anything. And she's no stranger to fighting; there are fully qualified mages who've seen less combat than Luna has. But all the fights Luna and I have been through have been the nasty, lethal, anything-goes kind, where you stab the other guy in the back before he does the same to you. A duel is very different. It's not combat, it's a sport, with rules and regulations and a referee. Winning a duel and surviving a combat are very different things, and being good at one doesn't necessarily make you good at the other.

Luna's opponent, Natasha, wasn't especially strong or quick. But like all elemental mages she had the great advantage of range. While Luna had to run all the way up to Natasha to hit her, Natasha could just smack Luna off her feet with a water blast.

Which she did. Repeatedly.

When Lyle finally called the fight I waited at the table for Luna to get back. She was moving stiffly, but I could tell she was more angry than hurt. “Good job,” I said as she reached me.

Luna gave me a look.

“I'm serious.”

“That's your idea of a good job?”

“Everyone loses their first duel,” I said. “What matters is you put up a fight.”

“Did you know I'd lose that badly?”

“I didn't check.”

Natasha was talking and laughing with the boy with glasses, her hands moving in animation as she relived knocking Luna down. “All right,” Lyle called. “Charles and Variam, why don't you go next?”

I looked at Luna. She was annoyed, obviously embarrassed about losing . . . and yet she looked better than I'd ever seen her. When she'd first walked into my shop a year and a half ago, she'd been silent and detached, never showing her feelings. Apprentice training isn't easy, but Luna was engaged now; she had a place in the world. “Come on,” I said. “We've got a job offer.”

I knew Lyle wouldn't question my taking Luna out of the class, and he didn't. As the door swung shut behind us, I got a look at the two boys, Charles and Variam, facing off against each other on the piste. From a glance into the future I knew this match was going to be a lot more eventful than the last one.

chapter 2

“A
pprentices are going missing,” Talisid said.

The little room at the end of the hall had been fitted out as an office of sorts, with an old computer on a cramped desk. Faded photographs of sports teams were mounted on the walls, and a window looked out onto the London rooftops. Talisid was behind the desk while Luna sat quietly on a table in the opposite corner. She'd agreed to Talisid's demand for secrecy and now was listening with her ears pricked up.

“Since when?” I said.

“You know there's always been a certain washout rate in the apprentice program,” Talisid said. “Some give up. Some fail their tests. Some—not many, but more than we'd like—defect to the Dark. And some have something happen to them. That last one's rare, thankfully. But a few weeks ago some mages noticed that there seemed to be more going missing than there should be. Well, we put someone on it, and we found a very disturbing pattern. Within the last three months we've had three apprentices vanish from the program. No sign that they quit or walked out or had an accident. They just disappeared.”

“Just apprentices? No adult mages?”

“We think so, but it's hard to be sure. Journeymen and masters aren't accountable for their movements in the way apprentices are.”

“Any pattern to the disappearances?”

“None that we can find.”

“Any suspects?”

“Well.” Talisid looked at me. “There's the obvious, isn't there?”

I was silent. Luna looked from Talisid to me. “Um . . . ?” she said after a moment.

“Dark mages,” I said. “They've been on a recruitment drive.” I looked at Talisid. “You think they're headhunting.”

“Or Harvesting,” Talisid said.

There was a silence. “Even the Council wouldn't stand for that,” I said at last.

“No,” Talisid said.

“It'd start another war.”

“Yes. But there's no proof.”

We stood quietly for a moment before I shook my head. “Why the secrecy?”

Both Luna and Talisid looked at me. “It's not enough,” I said. “Okay, this'll cause trouble. But any mage who put in the work could learn it. In fact, it sounds like lots of them know about it already. And if they do, they can figure out the same things I just did. Why is it so important to keep this quiet?”

Talisid looked back at me for a moment. “If you wanted to find a missing apprentice,” he said at last, “how would you do it?”

“If I had the resources of the Council?” I thought about it and shrugged. “Locator spells and detective work. Then I'd get a time mage and ask him to scry back to the missing person's last known location.”

Talisid nodded. “We've done all those things.”

“It didn't work?”

“It didn't work.”

“Shrouds?”

“Yes. And something else. In every case, the missing apprentice disappeared somewhere where they couldn't be traced. No witnesses, no physical evidence. And once they vanished, they didn't come back.” Talisid's eyes were grim. “Every disappearance was neat. Too neat. If these were simple kidnappings, we should have picked up some trace by now. Another apprentice, a witness, something overheard . . . by simple law of averages there should have been
something
. But we haven't found a thing. It's as if every missing apprentice has simply vanished into thin air.” Talisid shook his head slowly. “I don't believe it's luck. I think they're receiving information from an inside source. Someone with close access to the Light apprentice program is providing information on where apprentices can be found and how they can be caught alone.”

The office was quiet. Outside, a flash of white showed against the rooftops; a tortoiseshell cat. It stalked out from behind a chimney stack, stretched lazily, braced itself on the edge of the roof, and jumped down out of sight to a balcony below.

“You don't know whom to trust,” I said at last.

Talisid nodded.

“But you trust me?”

“You aren't directly associated with the Council,” Talisid said. “Besides, I think it . . . unlikely that you'd be responsible for something like this.” He looked steadily at me. “There is another issue. If we accuse someone without evidence, it will not only cause enormous discord but also put those responsible on their guard. We have to be sure and we have to have proof.”

I thought for a second, then shook my head. “So no leads, I can't ask for help from other Light mages, and even if I do find out who's responsible it's useless unless I can prove it. You don't ask for much, do you?”

“I warned you it was difficult.”

“No kidding. You're at least going to give us copies of your research, right?”

“A little better than that.” Talisid handed me a thick brown folder. “I can put you in touch with the one who wrote them.” He smiled slightly. “I believe you know him?”

I opened the folder, flipped to the name at the bottom, and laughed. “Okay. So I get some help after all.”

“Let's hope it's enough.” Talisid's smile was gone again as he rose to his feet. “I'm afraid everything I've tried so far has brought me up against a blank wall. So I hope you succeed, because if not, I don't know when these disappearances will stop.” He nodded to us. “Verus, Luna. Good luck.”

*  *  *

B
y the time we got back to the hall the excitement of Charles and Variam's duel was over. Everything set on fire had been extinguished, the furniture was only smouldering, and Lyle was reading the riot act to Charles and Variam. “—absolutely unacceptable,” he was saying. “Absolutely unacceptable! You could have killed each other, not to mention everyone else! A duel is a formal test of skill, not some crude brawl. You're supposed to be upholding the traditions of the Council—”

“What happened?” Luna whispered.

“I get the feeling Charles and Variam don't like each other very much,” I murmured.

“And another thing—” Lyle caught sight of us and cut off. An expression of frustration crossed his face and he threw up his hands. “Go on! Class is over! You're dismissed!”

The apprentices dispersed, grabbing coats and packing bags. “So where do we start?” Luna said.

“We go back to the shop,” I said. “First thing is to work through the material Talisid gave us.”

The short wooden sword focus Luna had been using was still by her bag. She picked it up with a grimace and returned it to the table. “I hate that thing,” she said as she came back. “It felt wrong.”

“Wrong how?”

“Like the wrong size. Scratchy. It felt like my magic was fighting it the whole way.”

“Mm.” I looked at Luna, thinking. “Maybe it's time we got you a focus weapon.”

“Please not that one.”

I shook my head. “Not if your magic reacted that badly. Try a few others.”

The focuses on the table were all swords or sticks, and Luna started picking each one up and taking a few practice swings. As she did I focused on her with my mage's sight and realised that Luna was right: Her magic
was
fighting the weapons. Each time it was drawn immediately to the weapon and soaked in, but instead of channelling through the focus it seemed to be attacking the alien object, trying to destroy it. “Huh,” I said at last.

“They don't feel right,” Luna said again.

“They're not.” I tapped my fingers. “Maybe a sword's the wrong kind of weapon for you. I'll have a think about it.”

I was concentrating on Luna and didn't notice that someone had approached until they were right next to me. I'd half-expected Lyle, but as I looked up I got a surprise. It was the girl Luna had been fighting, Natasha. “Hi!” Natasha said to Luna. “Are you okay?”

Luna looked up at her, then away again quickly. “I'm fine.”

“Oh good. Listen, I just wanted to warn you. You really don't want to be hanging around her.”

“Who?”

“Her,”
Natasha whispered. She tilted her head towards Anne and Variam, at the other end of the room. “Anne.”

“Why?”

“Well, you know where's she's from, right?”

Luna looked blankly at Natasha.

“Oh God, you don't know!” Natasha covered her mouth with both hands, then looked at Luna with wide eyes. “You really haven't heard?”

“Heard what?”

“You
really
should be more careful.” Natasha shook her head. “I can't believe you didn't find out.”

Luna was silent. Natasha waited a little longer and then unbent, dropping her voice and leaning closer. “She was taught by a Dark mage,” Natasha whispered. “Her and that other boy, Variam. They were both apprentices to him. And do you know what they did next?”

Luna didn't answer. “They started working for a
monster
,” Natasha whispered. “A demon. That's where they're going now. Nobody knows what it is.”

“If nobody knows what it is, how do you know it's a monster?”

Natasha looked at Luna in annoyance. “I'm
serious
. You've seen how she is. She's really rude to all the tutors and she won't do as they say. And it's a really bad idea to hang around her.”

Luna met Natasha's gaze in silence. “You know,” she said at last, “they say the same thing about me.”

Natasha stared back at Luna, then shrugged. “Well, don't say I didn't warn you.” She turned to where I'd been standing quietly, and made a good pretence of only just noticing me. “Oh, hi, Mage Verus. Bye!”

Luna watched Natasha go and shook her head. “I really hate her.”

I made a noncommittal noise. Personally, I sympathised with Luna. Natasha's speech had sounded like pure trouble-stirring to me, and she'd carefully timed it so I'd hear it too. But it left me uneasy all the same.

Lyle and Charles had vanished while we were talking, and Natasha was on her way out. Anne and Variam were talking under their breath. The way they were standing made me think they didn't want to be overheard and as we approached I glanced through the futures in which I sneaked up on them, trying to eavesdrop. In most I was spotted, but in one I was able to catch a few words. “—sure it's him?” Variam was saying quietly.

“Yes,” Anne said. “He just left—”

Variam saw me and made a quick gesture to Anne, and the futures of their conversation vanished abruptly as the two of them turned to watch us leave. Anne gave Luna a smile and a wave. “See you tomorrow.”

“See you!” Luna said. Variam said nothing and his eyes tracked us as we left, suspicious and wary.

*  *  *

L
una was silent as we left the building, and stayed silent as she unlocked her bike from the railings and we started back towards my shop. The walk from Islington to Camden is a nice one, and despite the winter season the sun was shining with enough warmth to make it a pleasant journey.

We settled into a walking pace, both of us on the pavement with Luna wheeling her bike in between. “You met Anne three months ago, right?” I said. “At the acceptance ceremony.”

Luna nodded. “How much do you know about them?” I said. “Her and Variam, I mean.”

“She doesn't talk about herself much.” Luna's voice was doubtful, and I knew it was bothering her too. “And Variam never talks at all. I thought he just didn't like me, but he's the same with everyone.”

“Do they always show up together?”

“Mostly. Anne used to come on her own, but these days they're always together. Variam never lets her out of his sight. It's really hard to talk to her with him scowling all the time.”

“Are they going out?”

“Anne said no.” Luna frowned. “I can't figure Variam out though. He's always watching her but he doesn't act like he even likes her.”

We walked a little way in silence. The air was crisp and clear, and cars buzzed past importantly. A cyclist overtook us, riding with her back straight, her front basket filled with shopping and making the bike rattle as it went past. “Do you think it's true?” Luna said.

I knew she was talking about what Natasha had said. “Allowing for exaggeration . . .” I shook my head. “I don't know. But there's
something
odd about those two.”

“They could have started late, right?” Luna said. “Like me.”

“From what I saw of Variam he's pretty damn good for a late starter.”

Luna walked on, brow furrowed. “Does it matter?” she said. “If they were Dark apprentices before?”

“There are Dark mages and Dark mages,” I said. “From what I hear some of them treat their apprentices okay. The others . . .” I shrugged. “One thing's for sure—it'd matter to the Council. It
would
explain why they're still apprentices. They'd have trouble finding anyone to sponsor them with a background like that.”

“That was what happened to you, wasn't it?” Luna said. “You used to be a Dark apprentice, then got out.”

I didn't answer. “Alex?” Luna said. “Could I ask you something?”

“I don't really want to—”

“What's the Council?”

I turned in surprise to see that Luna was looking straight at me, her blue eyes serious. The winter sun was shining down over the rooftops, picking out the waves in her light brown hair. “What do you mean?”

“I know there are people in charge and everything—” Luna stopped. “I mean, what are they—” She trailed off again and looked down at the pavement, frowning. “It's—Okay. When you first told me about the Light Council and the Dark mages I thought the Light mages were the good guys and the Dark mages were the bad guys. Then there was what happened with Griff.” Luna's hand crept unconsciously to her right arm. “And Levistus and Belthas. But now I'm training with them. And we keep working for Talisid.” Luna looked up at me. “Should I trust them or not?”