away into shadow. Around the edge of the room, a magic circle was carved into the floor. Each of the magic symbols etched into the stone appeared to be filled with dried blood. Sunlight streamed into the room from a hole in the cave ceiling far above, filling the well of the room with light while shrouding the balcony above in impenetrable shadows.
Isabel stepped into the room, her eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness. As she surveyed her surroundings, the door closed behind her and the bar was dropped into place. Scattered about the floor were the remnants of people … a scrap of clothing here, a piece of bone there. Fear started to build within her. She thought about the draught given to her by Ayela but rejected the idea … at least for now.
A rustling noise came from above in the shadows—it sounded like a dozen or so people filing into the balcony. She waited.
“You are from the Reishi Coven,” a raspy voice said.
“Yes,” Isabel said.
What followed made her blood run cold. The balcony erupted into a chorus of barking, snarling, mewling, and howling. It was almost animal in nature, but darker. When the cacophony of beastly noises subsided, another voice spoke, this one cloying and sweet.
“We have an agreement,” she cooed, “your coven is not welcome here.”
“I was unaware of any such agreement,” Isabel said, a bit confused. She wondered what Magda might know about the Sin’Rath.
“We should eats her,” a guttural voice barked.
“Yes, we should eats her,” a mewling voice agreed.
“No!” the raspy voice said. “She may prove useful.”
“But I’m hungry,” the mewling voice said.
A snarl from one side of the chamber followed by a menacing growl from the other silenced the mewling voice.
“Why are you here?” the raspy voice asked.
“I’ve come to kill Phane,” Isabel said.
Again the balcony erupted into chaos—howling madness filling the air.
“Silence!” shouted the raspy voice. The howling turned to mewling and then grudging silence.
“We hates him,” the mewling voice whimpered.
“What makes you think you can kill Phane?” the raspy voiced asked.
“Yes, he is most powerful,” the cloying voice said.
“He thinks he’s turned me into his puppet,” Isabel said, struggling to keep the trembling out of her voice.
“Puppet?” the mewling voice asked with rising alarm. “What if she’s been sent to bait a trap for us?” her question trailed off into a petulant whine.
The raspy voice ignored her. “Why would you be his puppet?”
“He’s summoned Azugorath,” Isabel said. “Through her magic, he’s trying to subvert my free will.” She decided the truth was in order. From the sounds of things, she didn’t want to risk being caught in a lie.
The chamber erupted again, but this time the majority of the noises were more whining and whimpering than barking and howling.
“Mother’s sister is in the world?” the mewling voice whined.
Several other voices growled at her viciously.
“Silence, you fool,” the raspy voice said.
“She can’t be trusted,” the cloying voice said.
“No, not with Azugorath’s tendril in her,” the guttural voice said.
“We should eats her,” the mewling voice said.
“Not yet,” the raspy voice barked.
Isabel didn’t like where this conversation was going. “We both have the same enemy … Phane,” she said.
“We hates him,” the mewling voice said.
“We should eats him,” the guttural voice barked.
“We will,” the raspy voice said.
“I can get close to him,” Isabel said.
“Then what?” the guttural voice barked.
“I drive my dagger into his heart.”
“No!” the mewling voice wailed. She was immediately silenced by several snarls and growls.
“What about the Goiri?” a very reasonable voice asked.
“No!” the guttural voice barked.
“Too dangerous,” the raspy voice said.
“We could sends her,” the mewling voice said.
“How much do you want to kill Phane?” the reasonable voice asked.
“He’s driven a wedge between me and my husband and cut me off from everyone I love. I would rather die than become the thing he wants me to be.”
“She sounds committed,” the reasonable voice said.
“I am,” Isabel said.
“The Goiri may be the only way,” the reasonable voice said.
“No,” the cloying voice said, “there’s another way—a doppelganger spell.”
“Yes,” the guttural voice said.
“It could work,” the raspy voice said.
“But who would go?” the mewling voice asked. “Not me.”
“I will,” the cloying voice said.
“If you fail, he will kill you,” the reasonable voice said.
“If I succeed, then Mother will be free,” the cloying voice said.
“You fool,” the guttural voice said.
“You reveal too much,” the raspy voice said.
“No matter,” the reasonable voice said, “we need only keep her alive until the task is complete.”