"Rinnie," she said firmly. "We are safe, call back the winds and let them sleep."
Her daughter stared blankly at her with incandescent eyes and the winds swirled and played. An inkwell flipped out of nowhere and caught Seraph painfully on the elbow.
"Rinnie!" barked Seraph in the same tone she used to break up sibling squabbles. "Enough."
Rinnie blinked, and the wind died down to gentle gusts and then nothing. Small items dropped to the ground with clattering noises. Rinnie fell to her hands and knees, and Seraph hurried across the room and crouched beside her.
"How is it with you? Are you well?"
Rinnie nodded. "Sorry, Mother. I'm just a bit dizzy." Then she gave a ghost of her usual grin to Jes. "That was better than changing into an animal."
"Mother," said Lehr, "What do you need to do with Uncle Bandor? I can't hold him here forever."
Bandor was shadowed. Her hand tightened on her knife - but before she could do more than rise back to her feet, Hennea said, "No, Seraph. I lied. The shadow can be cleansed."
Seraph stilled. "What?"
Hennea sat on the floor beside the dead priest, her cheeks painted with his blood. "I lied. I swore that this one would die. It is fitting that he should die in his sins. But I can cleanse the baker with your help."
"Seraph? Bandor?" Alinath's voice rang down the corridor.
If she and Hennea were going to help Bandor, Seraph didn't have time to be angry with her now.
"Jes? Can you keep Alinath at bay without hurting her or yourself?" asked Seraph. "If we are working more magic tonight, we can't have her interrupting us."
"Yes," said Jes, using the wall to get to his feet. He took a couple of half-drunken steps and came to the doorway. Alinath got there first, but stopped just short of Jes.
"We need to get this done," said Seraph. "I think I could just possibly light a magelight. Do you have the magic, and can you concentrate well enough to use it?"
Hennea rose painfully to her feet, using her good arm for leverage. "I think I'm too numb to hurt and I am not as spent as you are. It'll be all right."
She limped over to Lehr and Bandor and spoke a word. Glowing lines circled Bandor's wrists and ankles.
"Release him, please," she said, and Lehr stepped away from him.
With the silvery threads of magic, Hennea forced Bandor around so that he stood with his back flat against the wall.
He spat at her. "Shadowspawn Witch. You should burn in the fires of good rowan and oak."
Ignoring him, Hennea reached for his head and forced him to look at her. Seraph stood as near as she dared.
Hennea took a firm grip on Bandor's hair and then set another glowing line about his forehead to hold his head where she wanted it.
"You can't allow them to distract you," she explained to Seraph in Traveler's speech. "If you have to start again it's twice as hard to grasp it."
Once she had him unable to move she reached up to place a hand on his forehead. He struggled then, fighting the restraints like a madman - but Hennea had done a good job, and his head never moved.
"It's hard to find - the shadowing. It'll help if I'm more familiar with him. Tell me something of him - how the shadow caught him."
"His name is Bandor," said Seraph. "He is married to my husband's sister. He has always been a man of even temperament, a fair man if a bit greedy." But only a bit. The low price he'd given her for Jes's honey had been out of character, she realized. With family, he'd always been inclined to be generous. "His parents were not Rederni and he was never really accepted until he married Alinath, my husband's sister."
Hennea sent off questioning tendrils of magic, which passed through Bandor like a hot knife through butter, slipping and sliding.
"What does he want?" Hennea asked. "What drives him?"
That was harder. "I don't know," Seraph said finally. "Reducing a man to a handful of words is no gift of mine." She turned to her youngest, who knew him best.
"Rinnie," she said in Common tongue. "If Uncle Bandor could be, or have, anything in the world what would he want?"
"Children," said Rinnie promptly, though her voice shook. "He and Aunt Alinath want children more than anything. He also worries that Papa might decide to return to the bakery. Last year when