The Myst Reader (77 page)

“There must be something we can do,” Veovis said quietly, as if speaking to himself.

Suahrnir smiled. “Maybe there is.”

Veovis’s eyes widened with interest. “Go on.”

“There is a man I know,” Suahrnir said, taking the seat beside Veovis. “They call him the Philosopher. He writes pamphlets.”

“Pamphlets!” Veovis made a sound of disgust. “Really, Suahrnir, I thought you were being serious.”

“I am. This Philosopher is a very influential man in the lower city. People read his writings. Lots of people. And they listen to what he has to say. More so than Ti’ana and the reformers.”

“And just what does he say?”

Suahrnir sat back. “That would take too long. You ought to read one or two of them for yourself. You would like them, Veovis.”

Veovis stared at his friend skeptically, then reached out and took the glass from him, taking a sip from it before he handed it back.

“And what name does this Philosopher go by?”

“A’Gaeris.”

Veovis roared with laughter. “A’Gaeris! The fraudster?”

“It was never proved.”

But Veovis waved that away. “The guilds do not expel their members on the strength of rumor, Suahrnir. Besides, I was there when A’Gaeris was ripped of his Guild cloak. I heard the charges that were on the roll.”

“That was fifty years ago.”

“It does not matter if it was five hundred years ago. The man is untrustworthy.”

“I think you are wrong. I think he could help you.”

“Help me? How? By writing a pamphlet about it?”

Suahrnir looked down. He had never heard Veovis sound quite so bitter. The defeat today had clearly hit him hard; more so perhaps because of who it was had swung the vote against him.

“The Philosopher has no love of outsiders,” Suahrnir said, staring into his glass. “Indeed, he argues that the mixing of bloods is an abomination.”

Suahrnir looked up. Veovis was watching him now. “He says that?”

“That and much more. You should meet him.”

Veovis laughed sourly. “Impossible.”

“Then you will just sit here and brood, will you?”

“No,” Veovis said, standing, then reaching across for his cloak. “I will go home to K’veer and brood, as you clearly do not want my company.”

Suahrnir put his hand out, trying to stop his friend. “Veovis …”

“Tomorrow,” Veovis said, brushing his hand off. “I will be in a better mood tomorrow.”

Suahrnir watched him go, then sighed. Veovis was in a bad mood right now and closed to all suggestions, but maybe in a day or two …

He smiled, then, going over to his desk, began to pen a note.

ANNA SAT UP IN BED, A HUGE PILE OF PILLOWS
at her back, cradling the newborn; a serene smile, forged out of tiredness and exultation after a difficult twenty-hour labor, on her unusually pale face.

On a chair to one side, Tasera sat forward, her fingers laced together on one knee, her features set in a permanent grin of delight as she studied her grandson. He was small—much smaller than Aitrus had been at birth—but sturdy, and the midwife said he was a healthy child.

They were on Ko’ah, and it was spring on the island. The scent of blossoms was on the air and birdsong filled the morning’s sunlit silence.

“Where
is
Aitrus?”

“He will be here soon,” Anna said, smiling soothingly at Tasera. “He cannot simply walk away. It
was
his proposal.”

“Even so …”

Tasera stopped, a grin breaching her face. “Aitrus! So there you are! What took you?”

Aitrus greeted his mother, then stepped past her, looking across the room to where Anna lay, his face, at that moment, filled with wonder.

“A boy,” Anna said, smiling back at him.

Aitrus went across, then knelt beside the bed, his face on a level with the sleeping child, his eyes wide at the sight of this, his son.

“Why he’s …”

“… like you.” Anna laughed softly. “He’s beautiful, no?”

Aitrus nodded, then looked up at her. “Thank you,” he said quietly, then, leaning carefully across the child, he gently kissed her.

Again he stared, drinking in the sight of his child the same way he had once studied the sleeping form of Anna, that night before he had asked her to be his wife, the two moments joined like links in a chain.

“Well, little Gehn,” he said, the first hint of a tender smile on his lips. “How is the world?”

THEY HAD BEEN EXPECTING MASTER OREN FOR
some hours. He had said he would be late, but as the time went on it began to look more and more as if he would not make the celebration. And then he arrived, his face dark, his manner withdrawn.

Aitrus, about to greet him, saw how he looked and took him aside.

“What is it, old friend?”

“We are summoned, Aitrus,” Oren answered, embarrassed slightly. “All guildsmen must report back to D’ni at once. Two young guildsmen from the Guild of Maintainers have gone missing. We are to search the Ages for them.”

Aitrus blinked. “But that’s …”

“… a mammoth task, yes, Aitrus, which is why the Maintainers have asked for the help of all the other guilds. The circumstances are … suspicious, let us say. They were investigating something important. What it was, we do not know, but Grand Master Jadaris is concerned enough to think that they may have been kidnapped, even killed.”

The news stunned Aitrus. “All right,” he said. “Come in and greet my family a moment, Oren. I, meanwhile, will gather up our friends and tell them the news. Then we shall go.”

Oren nodded. For a moment he gently held Aitrus’s arm. “I am sorry to be the bearer of such ill news on so joyous an occasion. I hear you have a son.”

A brief smile appeared on Aitrus’s features once more. “Come see him, Oren. His name is Gehn and he shall be a great guildsman one day.”

AN HOUR LATER, AITRUS STOOD BEFORE MASTER
Jadaris himself.

“Ah, Master Aitrus. I hear congratulations are in order. A son, eh? That is good news. Very good news indeed!”

“Thank you, Grand Master,” Aitrus said, bowing low.

“You have been told what is happening?” Jadaris asked.

“We are to search the Ages.”

“Indeed. But not all the Ages. Only those which the two guildsmen were known to have personally investigated in the last five years.”

Aitrus frowned. “Master?”

“This must not be known to all, Aitrus,” Jadaris said, lowering his voice slightly and sitting forward, “but a number of blank linking books have gone missing from our Halls. We suspect that the guildsmen took them to carry out their investigations.”

That news was grave. Aitrus saw at once how difficult things were.

“Do we know what they were investigating, Master Jadaris?”

“We do not. But we think they may have found something on one of the Ages they were sent to look at routinely. Something very important. And they may have gone back to try to get conclusive proof, using the missing linking books.”

“How many Ages are involved, Master?”

“More than sixty.”

“And you suspect that a senior guildsman might be involved?”

Jadaris nodded. “That is why we are sending in teams, rather than individual guildsmen. We do not want to take the risk of losing any more of our men. I have assigned you to a team of our own Maintainers.”

“I see. And where would you like me to go, Grand Master?”

“To K’veer.”

“K’veer!”

Jadaris raised a hand. “Before you object, Lord Rakeri himself asked for you, Aitrus. He considers you above reproach and felt that if you were to lead the team investigating his family’s Books, no possible taint would fall upon his family. As you might understand, this is a most sensitive matter.”

“Of course. Even so …”

“It is decided,” Jadaris said with a finality that made Aitrus look up at him, then bow.

“As you wish, Master Jadaris.”

LORD RAKERI GREETED AITRUS ON THE STEPS
above the jetty. Behind the old man, the great spiral rock of K’veer blotted out all else. It was early, and the light in the great cavern was dim, but across the lake D’ni glowed like the embers of a fire.

“Aitrus, I am glad you came. And well done. I hear you have a son.”

Aitrus took the old man’s hands in his own and smiled. “Thank you, Lord Rakeri. The boy’s name is Gehn.”

Rakeri returned his smile, squeezing his hands before he relinquished them. “It is a good name. He whom he is named after, his father’s father’s father, was a great man. Or would have been, if time had been kind to him. But come, let us go through. This is a difficult business yet it must be done, so let us do it with some dignity.”

Aitrus nodded, walking beside the old man as they went inside, the other guildsmen—six young Maintainers and one Master of the Guild—following behind.

The great mansion was still and silent. After the laughter of the party on Ko’ah, this seemed a somber, joyless place.

The huge doors to the Book Room were locked. Rakeri took a key from the huge bunch at his belt and unlocked the right-hand door, then pushed it open.

“Will you not come in with us, my Lord?” Aitrus asked, hesitating before stepping inside the room.

“I would rather not, Master Aitrus,” Rakeri said, with a tiny sigh. “This whole matter is difficult. Routine inspections one can live with. They are …
traditional.
But this … this casts a bad light on all, don’t you think?”

“I am sure there is an explanation, my Lord.” Aitrus smiled consolingly. “We shall work as quickly and as efficiently as we can, and I shall make sure that a copy of my report is placed before you before we leave here.”

Rakeri smiled. “That is kind of you, young Aitrus. Very kind.”