Part 12 (2/2)
Garda flipped her braided hair out of the confines of her cowl, the suns.h.i.+ne gleaming off the silver bands that kept it. ”Technically, he does. But Josen isn't our immediate concern. I came here to tell you in person because you're the Grand Loremaster. You must consult with those under your authority. Yrsten has come to pa.s.s, and many in Ada will look to you, not me, for guidance.”
”Who will Caleb look to for guidance? I don't care what happened at Udan, he's still a citizen of Ada.”
”I agree. Soren does, too. Even he couldn't reverse Josen's act, so he protested it by accompanying Caleb Stenger into exile.” Garda scowled, her fear for Telai igniting her anger. ”You can't let your concern for this man outweigh your duty to Ada. By great Grondolos, this is Yrsten we're talking about!”
”I know the implications-better than you do. But I won't just sit and bemoan our fate, or worse yet make a decision based on false threats. The whole point in confirming the Medallion is to keep us from doing anything rash.”
”Everyone saw it with their own eyes, including Soren-unless you think a Master Raen would make a mistake about that kind of thing.”
”He doesn't have the authority, Mother, and you know it!”
”Telai, you're using that as an excuse. We need you here.”
”For what? Even I don't know what the nature of Yrsten's evil will be. And if it comes to war, I won't be any use as a scholar.” Telai made a pretense of straightening up the table, her back turned.
Garda left her seat and placed her hands on her daughter's shoulders. ”Don't give up hope. I'm sure you'll see him again.”
Telai shot her a glance, and stepped away to continue her little charade. ”Now you're coddling me. Yes, my position means a lot to me, especially when it helps my people.” Her hands shook, and she threw a stack of papers onto the desk. ”But I can't do this to myself. Not again!”
A pang of sympathy tugged at Garda's heart. ”Tenlar doesn't regret his decision, child. Why should you?”
Telai faced her. ”Look beyond the proud words of a Raen, mother. He simply chose the lesser regret.” Garda paused to consider her reply, but Telai changed the subject. ”Ressolc has more experience and respect than any Loremaster in Ada, including me. He's much older, for one thing, and I'm always going to him for advice. He'll serve you as well as I ever could.”
”Yes, Telai. But you know there are some things we've had to keep to ourselves. It's why I risked favoritism and pushed for you to be voted in as Grand Loremaster-though you've since earned the position in your own right.”
”Of course I know that. But why does any of that matter now?” Her shoulders drooped, and she leaned back against the table as if in weariness. ”I'm sorry, Mother, but I can't stay. I won't know a moment's peace until I talk to Caleb. And please don't put me in a position where I'm forced to disobey the Overseer.”
”I may come to my own regrets if I don't,” Garda said, closing her eyes briefly. ”For now, you have my promise. But Telai, you'd better understand something. You could be trading one decision for a far more difficult one, where you'll be forced to choose between one betrayal and another.”
Telai bent her gaze to the ruby on her finger. ”I know. But it's hard to explain. There's a reason I need to be with him, something greater than my duty at Gerentesk.”
Garda s.h.i.+vered, as if another cloud had pa.s.sed beneath the sun. ”Telai, I'm terrified of what this might lead to. Please don't throw away everything you've worked so hard for.”
”You think my profession is the only thing at stake?”
”Of course not!” Garda snapped. ”Your life, for one thing. Take Yote with you. Or better yet, one of the Raeni.”
She shook her head. ”I won't condemn anyone else to exile, should it come to that.”
”Telai-”
”No, Mother! Right or wrong, I have to live with my decision.” She scanned the rows of books lining the walls of her study. ”I've been holed up in this place now for almost a year-ever since you caved in and let that narrow-minded Council shackle me with a teaching job. I'm sick to death of it!”
”It goes with the territory,” Garda said, trying to keep the indignation out of her voice. ”Don't you think I get tired of all the politics and paperwork now and then?”
”Don't give me that. Politics is what gets you out of bed in the morning.”
”And what you do doesn't?”
”Not here! There's nothing to discover. The place is full to the brim of musty old books and parchments, every one read a thousand times over. I need to get back out where I can be of some use, before I turn all yellow and old myself!”
Garda drew a long sigh. ”Always the same-never happy unless you're pursuing something new and different.”
”What's that supposed to mean?”
”Have you ever considered why you're so attracted to this man?”
Telai struggled for an effective rejoinder, then whispered a curse.
”My dear Lefatei,” said Garda, using a secret nickname she had not called Telai since she was a child. ”Please don't follow this man into exile, not without a clear understanding of why you're going.”
Telai bowed her head, rubbing her hands together as was her habit when facing a difficult decision. Garda forced herself to silence, knowing that anything more could ignite the spirit of defiance her daughter had inherited. She had long feared a day like this-when Telai's determination and strength took her down a very different path, turning a mother's pride into pain.
Telai straightened her shoulders. ”Whatever the price, I'll pay it,” she said, then grabbed her cloak and marched out the door. Garda clamped her eyes shut, each fading step from the hall another wound in her heart.
The sound of a throat being cleared ended her melancholy. Yote stood at the threshold all the more consumed with alarm, doubtless from having seen the look on Telai's face.
”My lady-is something wrong?”
”It's best you hear it from Telai, Yote.”
”As you wish. Do you require an escort?”
”No,” she said, ”only my daughter's youth and resilience.” Yote's brows contracted, and she managed a little smile. ”Lead the way to the palace, my overly concerned citizen. There's work to be done.”
13.
Dernetonde Victory is never found in the blood of an enemy at your feet.
- Etrenga, 1st Supreme Raen and 1st Overseer of Ada CALEB STOOD alone, chilled from an eternal sleep-an aluminum baseball bat gripped firmly in his hands.
The dream again. He dreaded the moment when Warren's capsule opened to reveal a shriveled corpse, the skin shrunk tight on a ghastly skull. It was a sight that always sat him bolt upright in bed-until now.
Three dim, colorless ghosts floated toward him over the wreckage of the hibernation room. Josen approached, broken sword in hand, eyes bright and filled with wrath; Garda, her face livid and feral, pointed a long, black-nailed finger; Ressolc hobbled forward on his cane, spittle on his lips, his breath a hollow rasp.
Your son! they cried in unison.
Caleb shouted, swinging his bat through the air. Leave him alone!
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