The City of Towers: The Dreaming Dark - Book I (32 page)

“Only … temporary …” he whispered, gazing into Daine’s eyes.

Monan faded away, and the world went with him.

Daine woke on one of the pallets in their room in the Manticore. Lei was sitting by his side, holding a glittering crystal in her hand.

“Lei?” he whispered.

She looked over at him, and a smile spread over her face. “Daine! Thank the Sovereigns!”

“They didn’t have anything to do with it,” he muttered. “What … happened?” His head was muzzy, and he was having to force thoughts through the haze.

Pierce’s voice came from above and behind him. “You collapsed, just outside the Manticore. We brought you inside.”

“I was searching for outside influences,” Lei explained, indicating the crystal in her hand. “But I can’t sense anything. Do you remember what happened?”

“It’s Monan. He’s inside my mind. I’ve got to find a way to drive him out and quickly. If what he said is true, it’s only a matter of time before he regains his strength and tries again.”

Lei frowned. “A priest, then? They say that the adepts of the Silver Flame are masters of exorcism.”

“No!” Daine shook his head. “No priests. Besides, this isn’t a demon or fiend. It’s … I don’t know. His memories … thoughts. But I’m not talking to a priest of the Flame.”

Lei shrugged. “Fine. So do you have an idea of your own?”

Daine pondered for a moment then rose to his feet and picked up his swordbelt. “Perhaps I do.” He buckled on the belt and grabbed his chain mail shirt. “Where’s Jode?”

“He still hasn’t arrived,” Pierce said.

That stopped him for a moment. “What time is it?”

“The seventh bell just rang,” Lei replied.

“I’ll be back by ten.”

“Where are you going?”

“Following a hunch.”

“And what happens if you faint in the middle of hunch-hunting?”

“Then I guess Jode won’t be the only one missing.”

Lei blocked his path. “Daine, you were the one demanding we stay together.”

“This is something I need to do alone. Trust me. I’ll be back soon.” He pushed her aside and threw on his cloak as he walked out the door.

T
he King of Fire came alive at night, and the common room was considerably more crowded than it had been before. Gamblers and revelers packed the burning tables packed, and it took Daine a few moments to locate the host. He exchanged a few words with the little halfling and slipped one of his few remaining coins into the man’s tiny palm. In exchange, he received a wink and directions to a table in the inner hall.

On his last trip, Daine had remained in the common room for the whole time, but the gaming hall was the true heart of the King of Fire. The decoration was similar to the outer room—black marble with brass fixtures, darkwood tables that burned with cold fire. Eight massive brass pillars were also enchanted with cold fire, and these spread a flickering light across the entire chamber. Over a dozen long tables were spread throughout the room, and Daine saw a vast array of gambling equipment—cards, dice of all shapes, illusory battlefields, and far more. At the center of the chamber, a score of people were gathered around a circular scrying mirror set into the floor, shouting encouragement to a pair of jousting hippogriffs. As Daine passed the mirror, one of the riders was knocked from his mount, and a roar went through the crowd. For a moment, he seemed to hear Monan’s voice, whispering just behind him:
What’s your hurry? Why not stop, watch the games, enjoy yourself while you still can?

The table he was looking for was small and dark, one of the only ones not lit by inner fire. Wrapped in the shadows at the corner of the room, it was currently home to only two people—a gnome dealer standing on a small pedestal and the woman Daine was searching for. She was still wearing her dark cloak, and her body was almost invisible in the deep shadows of the room. But she’d lowered the hood, revealing a flood of inky black hair.

Daine walked over to the table. As he approached, the woman turned to look at him. Her green eyes seemed to burn with the reflected light from the room. Her features were unnaturally perfect, her pale skin smooth and unblemished, and the lines of chin, cheek, and nose all in perfect proportion. He’d seen marble statues with more blemishes. Yet, as beautiful as she was, there was something alien about such perfection, something … inhuman.

The barest hint of a smile played across her lips. “We meet again.” Her voice was soft and musical, set in such a tone to carry over the tumult.

“Well, you bought me a drink last time. The least I can do is return the favor.”

This time, Daine could have sworn her emerald eyes actually
glowed
in the shadows of the room. “And a man of courtesy and manners. I sensed it when we first met.”

“Yes, well … there is only one obstacle to this plan, and that’s my complete lack of coin.”

She shrugged. As with her smile, the motion was minimal, almost invisible, yet still intensely expressive. “Among my people, we believe the thought is what matters most.”

“As a matter of fact, I wanted to talk to you about that.”

The gnome
harrumphed
, tapping his fingers on his cards. The woman indicated the empty seat next to her. “Sit, then. Play a round.”

“If I had the gold to gamble, my lady, you can be assured I’d first have repaid your hospitality.”

She set five sovereigns and a golden galifar on the table in front of him. “Luck has been with me tonight. Indulge my hospitality a little longer.” She paused, sizing him up
with her smoldering eyes. “My name is Lakashtai.”

Daine shrugged. “As you wish. Though I must warn you that I’ve seen little in the way of luck these past few days.” He sat. “I’m Daine.”

She extended a hand and he clasped it, bowing briefly from his chair. He accepted the cards the dealer pushed his way.

“War is not my vocation, but you are wearing the badge of the Cyran army, yes?”

“I’ve been told that it’s time to buy a new cloak.”

“I understand. My people were born in the wake of a terrible war, and we have carried the scars of that conflict for thousands of years.” She studied her cards and then set out a foundation of earth. The dealer had revealed a single card—the king of fire.

Daine’s luck had held true to form, and his hand was mixed and useless. He set down an earth card of his own. “Pardon my asking, but … you’re kalashtar, aren’t you?”

She gave the ghost of a nod. “Yes. There is no shame in the question.”

“You’re the first kalashtar I’ve ever met. I’m afraid I know little about your people.”

The fractional shrug appeared again, the barest shifting of delicate shoulders beneath the flowing cloak. “We are raised to hold our secrets. Most of my kindred rarely leave the isolated communities they create for themselves, hiding in the shadows of the great cities.”

“Forgive me for being blunt, but what is it that makes a kalashtar? You look human to me.” He drew two cards.

“I’ll trust that was intended as a compliment.” She crossed her cards with the alchemist of earth and placed another coin on the table. “We are human, more or less. What defines the kalashtar is a matter of mind and soul. It’s difficult to explain in few words, but I share my body with a spirit from the region of dreams. As with you and Cyre, this spirit has been driven from its home. Now it can only exist by spreading its essence through my soul and those of my sisters.”

“So you have an … extra spirit sharing your mind?”

“It’s not that simple. Ashtai is a part of me, but I cannot
speak to her directly. She moves within my soul, shaping my thoughts and emotions in subtle ways. Why do you ask?”

“Well … I
do
have an extra spirit sharing my mind. Uninvited and very unwanted. And if he’s telling the truth, he’s planning to drive me out of my mind. I was hoping you might have a friend who’d know how to deal with this sort of thing.”

Lakashtai’s lovely eyes widened. “A mind wraith? You shouldn’t be wasting time.” She set down her remaining cards, revealing all three dragons. “Add it to my credit, Talaran,” she said, standing up. She didn’t even bother looking at the dealer’s cards. “Come with me, Daine. Quickly. And don’t worry about the loss.” She nodded at his unrevealed cards. “I’m still ahead for the night.”

N
oise and music filled the air as Lei and Pierce rose into the heights of Sharn. Lei studied the other passengers on the lift. After her recent experience with Sergeant Lorrak, she was happy not to see any guards, but the other travelers were a colorful lot. Three drunken men howled with laughter—scions of noble families from the look of their fine clothing. A bard of House Phiarlan toyed with a set of fine pipes; his doublet and breeches were covered with darkweave ribbons, so it seemed as if the night itself clung to him. A muscular Karrn woman wearing leather armor and the scars of many battles kept her back to the railing. She had a greatsword strapped to her back and an ironshod club in one hand, and there was a fresh bruise on her right cheek. Lei guessed that the woman was returning from a fight in one of the pits. Menthis Towers was the hub of Sharn’s entertainment industry, from the brothels and battle pits of the lower ward to the theaters and museums of the highest towers. Staring down the inner tower, Lei seemed to be looking into a well filled with stars—hundreds of eternal torches glittering on the levels below as revelers traveled from one amusement to another.

Lei had used a simple cosmetic charm to prepare Pierce and herself to mingle with the elite citizens of Sharn. While she was still wearing her armor, the green leather was smooth and polished, and the golden rivets on her jerkin gleamed like jewels.
Pierce was buffed to a mirror finish. For all that he was a simple soldier, he looked fit to serve in a king’s honor guard.

“We should return to High Walls, my lady,” Pierce said. “We could continue the search for Hugal … or Jode.”

“We already covered the entire district with Greykell,” Lei replied. “If there was anything to find, we’d have seen it already. Besides, it’s getting dark. After what happened last night, I can’t say I want to wander around the streets of High Walls on our own. If Daine can follow his hunches, I’m going to follow mine.”

“You have a plan, then?”

“I’m still working on that part,” Lei said. “But don’t forget I’m the one who’s been to the city before. I’ve let my concerns with my house cloud my judgment. I have other friends in Sharn. Acquaintances, at the least. It’s time to catch up with a few of them.”

“As you wish.”

“Give me your bow. No one’s going to attack us in Upper Menthis, and you already stand out like a troll in the court of Metrol.”

“My lady, it is unwise to limit our defensive options.”

“Pierce, trust me. You’re a Cyran warforged. It’s like Greykell said. Walking around with a weapon in your hand, you present a challenge to the guards. It’s one thing if you’re skulking in the shadows, but that’s not what I have in mind.”

A human might have shrugged or sighed. Seeing the futility of further argument, Pierce handed his bow to Lei, who stowed it away in the depths of her pack.

“And the flail.”