Chapter One
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Blood leaves no stain on a Wardens grey cloak. I didnt know that until the day I watched Morgan, second in command of the White Councils Wardens, lift his sword over the kneeling form of a young man guilty of the practice of black magic. The boy, sixteen years old at the most, screamed and ranted in Korean underneath his black hood, his mouth spilling hatred and rage, convinced by his youth and power of his own immortality. He never knew it when the blade came down.
Which I guess was a small mercy. Microscopic, really.
His blood flew in a scarlet arc. I wasnt ten feet away. I felt hot droplets strike one cheek, and more blood covered the left side of the cloak in blotches of angry red. The head fell to the ground, and I saw the cloth over it moving, as if the boys mouth were still screaming imprecations.
The body fell onto its side. One calf muscle twitched spasmodically and then stopped. After maybe five seconds, the head did too.
Morgan stood over the still form for a moment, the bright silver sword of the White Council of Wizards justice in his hands. Besides him and me, there were a dozen Wardens present, and two members of the Senior Councilthe Merlin and my one-time mentor, Ebenezar McCoy.
The covered head stopped its feeble movements. Morgan glanced up at the Merlin and nodded once. The Merlin returned the nod. May he find peace.
Peace, the Wardens all replied together.
Except me. I turned my back on them, and made it two steps away before I threw up on the warehouse floor.
I stood there shaking for a moment, until I was sure I was finished, then straightened slowly. I felt a presence draw near me and looked up to see Ebenezar standing there.
He was an old man, bald but for wisps of white hair, short, stocky, his face half covered in a ferocious-looking grey beard. His nose and cheeks and bald scalp were all ruddy, except for a recent, purplish scar on his pate. Though he was centuries old he carried himself with vibrant energy, and his eyes were alert and pensive behind gold-rimmed spectacles. He wore the formal black robes of a meeting of the Council, along with the deep purple stole of a member of the Senior Council.
Harry, he said quietly. You all right?
After that? I snarled, loudly enough to make sure everyone there heard me. No one in this damned building should be all right.
I felt a sudden tension in the air behind me.
No they shouldnt, Ebenezar said. I saw him look back at the other wizards there, his jaw setting stubbornly.
The Merlin came over to us, also in his formal robes and stole. He looked like a wizard should looktall, long white hair, long white beard, piercing blue eyes, his face seamed with age and wisdom.
Well. With age, anyway.
Warden Dresden, he said. He had the sonorous voice of a trained speaker, and spoke English with a high-class British accent. If you had some evidence that you felt would prove the boys innocence, you should have presented it during the trial.
I didnt have anything like that, and you know it, I replied.
He was proven guilty, the Merlin said. I soulgazed him myself. I examined more than two dozen mortals whose minds he had altered. Three of them might eventually recover their sanity. He forced four others to commit suicide, and had hidden nine corpses from the local authorities, as well. And every one of them was a blood relation. The Merlin stepped toward me, and the air in the room suddenly felt hot. His eyes flashed with azure anger and his voice rumbled with deep, unyielding power. The powers he had used had already broken his mind. We did what was necessary.
I turned and faced the Merlin. I didnt push out my jaw and try to stare him down. I didnt put anything belligerent or challenging into my posture. I didnt show any anger on my face, or slur any disrespect into my tone when I spoke. The past several months had taught me that the Merlin hadnt gotten his job through an ad on a matchbook. He was, quite simply, the strongest wizard on the planet. And he had talent, skill, and experience to go along with that strength. If I ever came to magical blows with him, there wouldnt be enough left of me to fill a lunch sack. I did not want a fight.
But I didnt back