going on to Redern because Papa is afraid that the Shadowed might try and hurt Rinnie."
The Guardian agreed with Papa. He also believed that the man they had chased was a Shadowed one, not just shadow-tainted.
Jes missed the first part of what Hennea said, though the last of it - "I should go with Benroln" - was enough to bring the Guardian boiling to the surface.
"No," Jes said, but that was all he could manage around the Guardian's growl, unheard by anyone else.
Jes agreed with the sentiment, but was certain that the Guardian's telling Hennea as much would be disastrous. So he fought to keep control. It didn't help that as the Guardian had arisen, the icy dread of his presence increased the fear of everyone around him. Their emotions roiled around him like the river in a storm, until Hennea put her hand on his arm, bringing with her the cool relief that was a part of her. He could still feel the others, but somehow, Hennea's presence managed to shield him from the worst of it.
"Why don't you take him away from everyone," Lehr's calm voice soothed him, too. "You're not going to get any sense out of him with all these people around him."
Hennea must have agreed because Jes found himself following her through the trees. As soon as they were out of sight of the others, their feelings died down to a murmur, but Hennea led him farther.
"I need you to come with us," he told her.
She patted him on the arm - a motherly gesture - then crossed her arms in front of her chest and turned away. She found something interesting in the bark of a tree and traced patterns on the rough surface with a finger.
"You'll be fine," she told the tree, though Jes assumed she was really talking to him. "There's no need for me to come with you. I've repaid the debt I owed to your mother for tricking her into killing Volis the priest. We've seen to it that the Secret Path won't be killing any more Travelers and stealing their Orders."
Jes stared at her back. Did he mean nothing to her? Of course not. She'd been kind to him, rescued him, and in the process kissed him. Doubtless he wasn't the only man she'd ever kissed.
How could she care for him? Had he forgotten what he was? A madman who alternated between being a simpleton and a ravening beast. He should count himself lucky that she didn't run screaming.
The Guardian had never asked him before, he'd just taken over if he could. Jes hesitated, remembering that first, possessive roar. But on the rare occasions when he was calm, the Guardian was better-spoken than Jes. Perhaps he could change her mind.
"We can't force her," he said. Perhaps he shouldn't have said it aloud because Hennea didn't look happy when she turned around to stare at him, but the Guardian wasn't as good at hearing Jes as he was at hearing the Guardian. Jes didn't want the Guardian to make matters worse.
With a sigh, Jes let the Guardian overwhelm him.
"You can't force me," said Hennea.
"No," he agreed, stepping away because he thought he might be frightening her - though her face was composed. He didn't want to frighten her. "What do you intend to do now that your debt to my mother is remitted and the Path is rendered harmless?"
"I will seek out the Shadowed," she said. "It may be that the man you chased through the tunnels of the Emperor's castle was just another solsenti wizard. But if not, it would be disastrous to allow him to run free."
The Guardian lowered his eyelids, trying to look unthreatening. It wasn't something he had a lot of practice at.
"My father told Benroln that the Shadowed is going to seek vengeance against us for the death of the Secret Path," he said. "If you want to find him, you are more likely to find him in our company."
"Or in Benroln's as he follows his call," she said.
But her voice wasn't as firm as it had been.
"There was no clue to the Shadowed's identity in the papers left by the Path," said the Guardian. "None of the servants knew anything, nor did any of the men the Emperor could have questioned. Only the wizards might have known who he was, and they were all killed the night the Path