you need me, break the root that encircles the Seed and I will come. I have another artifact that will allow me to find you so long as you are touching the Seed.”
She closed her hands around his and knelt. “By Bridget’s love,” she said, her green eyes fixed upon him, “I hereby pledge myself to the protection of Nicodemus Weal, our beloved Peregrine.”
CHAPTER
Twelve
Nicodemus stared down at the wooden orb. It didn’t look like any seed he had ever known. A tingling warmth was spreading down his fingers. “Its power is quick,” he whispered.
Deirdre released his hand. “Keep it safe. Many wizards would pay their weight in gold for this spell.”
Nicodemus met her gaze. “If I gave this to a wizard so that he could study the druidic languages in it, and the other druids learned that you gave it to me—”
“—they would strangle me before our goddess’s altar. Just as the wizards jealously guard Numinous and Magnus, the druids guard the higher druidic languages.” She stood. “You see how I risk my life for you.”
Across the room the door latch chirped. Nicodemus stood and stuffed the druidic artifact into his belt-purse.
Deirdre stepped away from him as the door swung open to reveal an exhausted Shannon. Azure, perched on the wizard’s right hand, bobbed her head.
“My esteemed druid,” the grand wizard rumbled, “I have just heard a report that will harrow your soul. But might I have a moment with my apprentice first?”
“Of course,” Deirdre said with a bow.
“Nicodemus.” Shannon gestured to the door.
The younger man followed the grand wizard into the hallway.
When the door clicked shut behind him, Shannon held a gnarled forefinger to his lips and cast a miniature river of Numinous from his brow to Azure’s. The bird looked over the old man’s shoulder and down the dark hall. A responding sentence flew from bird to wizard.
It was then that Nicodemus noticed the sentinel, Magistra Amadi Okeke, standing partway down the hall. She half faced them while talking to a male sentinel whose long black hair was done up in an Ixonian bun.
Unexpectedly, Azure began to flap and screech. “Help me calm her down,” Shannon said. “She’s absorbed my anxiety about the news.”
Nicodemus stepped forward to stroke Azure’s dorsal feathers. Thoughshe submitted to his reassuring fingers, the familiar continued to squawk. Shannon began cooing over the bird. “Ohhh, Azure, old friend, Azzzure…there now…Azzzure.”
Nicodemus frowned; usually Azure quieted when receiving such attention.
Suddenly he realized that Shannon wasn’t cooing at all; he was talking under his mother-bird impersonations. “Azure, ohhh…Amadi may be listening. No, don’t look at me…Azzzure, there now…that’s her private secretary she’s talking to; an Ixonian man named Kale.”
Azure wasn’t agitated; she was deliberately creating enough noise to drown out their conversation.
“If I tell you something shocking,” Shannon murmured, “can you keep your face blank?”
Nicodemus nodded slightly.
“Oh, there now, Azure. Did you know Magistra Nora Finn?”
“Yes, but I’ve spoken to her only a few times,” Nicodemus whispered.
“She was murdered last night.”
All the air seemed to be pulled out of Nicodemus’s lungs.
“There now, Azure, old friend. Don’t look surprised. Good. Oh Azzzzure. Keep your expression neutral; it gets worse. The sentinels suspect both you and me of killing Nora. Worse, I encountered the true murderer last night. I am almost certain the villain is hunting you. Oh, Azzzzure. Ohhhh…don’t breathe so fast; you’ll faint.”
The ground seemed to be tipping under Nicodemus’s boots. He had to work hard to slow his breath.
Shannon continued: “The murderer threatened to harm other cacographic boys. I’ve doubled the protective language around the Drum Tower and ordered that no cacographer is to leave Starhaven.”
The old man’s eyes narrowed. “Problem is the sentinels are investigating me for murder; they’ll distrust anything I say. If I ask them to protect the Drum Tower boys now, they will think it a ploy and refuse. However, I might be able to find some information that will force Magistra Okeke to…Nicodemus, are you all right?”
Nicodemus was breathing slower, but the world seemed to be slowly spinning. “Who’s the murderer?” he asked in a whisper.
Shannon pursed his lips. “A creature that is neither human nor construct. But we can’t discuss this while being watched. Two hours past midday, before our research, meet me in the compluvium. Do you know where that is?”
“Between the Sataal Landing and the Spindle Bridge.”
“Yes, Azure. Yes. That’s a good bird,” Shannon cooed, then lowered hisvoice again. “I’ll explain more in the compluvium. From now on, the sentinels will be watching you. Their presence will keep