They shut them down completely for Paladin Mychael Eiliesor to leave.
I grinned. In through a breach in the wall, out through the front gates. Someone in there had decided to cooperate.
Mychael saw me, and after a few brief words with one of his officers, he started toward us. When he got close enough, Piaras walked forward to meet him.
“Sir, I didn’t attack the archmagus. It—”
Mychael held up an armored hand. “I know, Piaras. And so does Justinius.”
“He’s alive?”
“He weak, but I believe he’ll recover.”
Mychael slowly turned his head to look at Phaelan. “I have no knowledge of the events immediately preceding the firing of that cannon.”
“Would you like some?” Phaelan offered.
“No, I would not. I also do not want to hear rumor, innuendo, or confirmation that it was anything other than an accident. The city watch has taken Master Ozal’s statement, and they are satisfied that there was no malice or forethought involved on his part or that of his crew.”
“Tanik’s the salt of the earth,” Phaelan proclaimed, his expression solemn. “Not a malicious bone in his body.”
“There will be no further investigation.” Mychael paused meaningfully. “Into this incident. The same guarantee does not apply to any such future incidents.”
“Understood. I’m sure Tanik will take the appropriate measures to ensure that his forward cannon never blows a hole in the south wall of the elven embassy ever again.”
I couldn’t care less about holes in the elven embassy. I had one question, a big one. “Has Acting Archmagus Carnades Silvanus ordered either my or Piaras’s arrest, extradition, and/or execution?”
“He has not,” Mychael assured me. “He lacks that authority.”
“He’s not archmagus until Justinius recovers?”
“He is, but the Isle of Mid is under martial law. My martial law.” Mychael’s gaze took in every possible threat within fifty feet of us. “Raine, we really shouldn’t be standing out in the open. It’s not safe for either one of us, but especially not for you.”
He’d get no argument from me on that one.
“Phaelan’s staked out a nice patch of dark over there,” I told him.
“That will suffice.”
Mychael and I stepped into the shadows of a building near where Tanik’s crew was gathered. I waved to the boys and they waved and grinned back. I noticed that a quartet of elven Guardians kept their paladin in sight and within response distance.
“Phaelan, I need to speak with Raine in private,” Mychael said.
My cousin looked at me. “Would you like to speak to the paladin in private?”
“I think I need to.”
“Fine. Just yell if you need me—or all of us.”
“I’ll do that.”
“Come on, Piaras. Let’s give our girl some space.”
I waited until Phaelan and Piaras were mostly out of earshot before saying anything. I also stayed well out of Mychael’s reach. Trust is a wonderful thing; caution is even better.
“I thought Carnades took over completely if anything happened to the old man.” I kept my voice down in case there were any eavesdroppers I couldn’t see. This was Mid; the freaking lampposts probably had ears.
“Under normal circumstances he would be. Circumstances haven’t been normal since you got here.”
I couldn’t keep a little smile off of my face. “Most girls get flowers or candy. I get a declaration of martial law. What’s Carnades going to say about this?”
“Magus Silvanus has had his say. Until Justinius is fully recovered, Carnades is the senior-ranking mage. But until this island is secure, he is under the protection of the Guardians in the comfort of his town house.”
My little smile turned into a delighted grin. “You’ve got Carnades under house arrest?”
“At-home security precautions for a senior mage.”
“Call it what you want. You locked him up to keep him out of your way.”
“Six of my Guardians were ambushed and killed with military precision behind Sirens. Piaras was knocked unconscious and put into a coach.” Mychael’s voice was tight with restrained anger. “Both of these acts were committed by elves. I have two eyewitnesses.”
“Three if you count Phaelan,” I told him. “They were embassy guards. Taltek Balmorlan wanted Piaras, so he took him.”
“I had assumed as much. That’s why I came here.”
“To rescue Piaras?”
Mychael nodded. “And you. If Piaras was here, I knew you wouldn’t be far behind.”“Correct on both counts.” I hit the high points of the rest of our night, culminating with Rudra Muralin’s vanishing act.
Mychael listened, his face expressionless, his mind working, no doubt separating our multiple near-death experiences into cold, hard facts he could legally act upon, and nonprosecutable incidents. I had a sinking feeling where most of them would fall—under nonprosecutable incidents with untouchable perpetrators. And I couldn’t be entirely sure that he didn’t consider Tam one of those perpetrators.
“Balmorlan’s going to walk, isn’t he?”
“Probably. Diplomatic immunity being the first of a long list of reasons. The confession Balmorlan wanted Piaras to sign was that he had attempted to assassinate the archmagus. To virtually everyone in Sirens, that’s exactly what it looked like. Piaras is an elven citizen. No doubt Balmorlan will claim he was acting in the best interests of the elven people, and the Conclave.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Then again, I could. “He only acted in the best interest of Taltek Balmorlan. He wanted to take Piaras off of this island because of his voice, not his guilt.”
“Unfortunately, we can’t prove intent.”
I spat a word that expressed my feelings perfectly.
“I agree. But that doesn’t change the law.”
“Then the law sucks.”
“Sometimes it doesn’t.”
I snorted. “How?”
“After Piaras was taken and you disappeared, Carnades wanted to convene the Seat of Twelve and discuss our next steps. I didn’t agree with his plan. The archmagus was nearly assassinated by a Khrynsani spellsinger, Nightshades had kidnapped five students and our top maestro, six of my Guardians were murdered, Piaras was abducted, and the first person to be able to wield the Saghred in centuries was missing. In my opinion, martial law was not only justified, but called for.”
“So you declared martial law.”
One corner of Mychael’s mouth turned upward. “There’s a statute that says there has to be a two-thirds majority vote from the Twelve before martial law can be declared. It’s a safety measure to keep a paladin from wresting power from the Conclave.”
I was stunned. “Two-thirds actually voted for martial law?”
“No paladin has ever declared martial law, so it’s a little-known statute.” Mychael’s blue eyes gleamed in boyish mischief. “So I didn’t ask them.”
I grinned slowly in delighted amazement. “You broke the law.”
“Not broken, merely bent it in the direction it needed to go.”
“Until it squealed. First I corrupt Piaras, now you.” I laughed. “I’m a bad influence. You want me to go home?”
Mychael reached me in two strides, gripped my shoulders, and pulled me to him in a kiss of desperate relief and long-denied need. His hands slid down my arms and around my waist and back, enfolding and crushing me against him.
Heat flared and spread through every part of me, and I felt breathless and disoriented. Though that may have been from being crushed against plate steel. I didn’t mind. I also couldn’t feel my feet on the cobblestones. It took a moment to register that Mychael had lifted me off my feet.
He raised his head and gazed down at me, his sea blue eyes as dark as sapphires. “I didn’t know where you were, who had you, if you were hurt or dead. I was tearing this island apart looking for you.”
“You trashed your island for me?”
“I thought I’d lost you.”
“You almost did.”
He briefly rested his lips against my forehead. “And I still could.”
He gently set me back on my feet and reluctantly took his arms from around me, but he didn’t step away. I was glad he didn’t. I could still feel his warmth—and I wanted it.
Mychael was worried about losing me to someone like Rudra Muralin or Taltek Balmorlan. I didn’t tell him about the Mal’Salin family—and Tam and goblin favors and shifting alliances. He’d probably find all that out soon enough.
Mostly he meant the Saghred.
“Are you ready to go home?” he asked quietly.
I knew what he meant. The citadel. I knew I didn’t have a home anymore. Home was where you felt safe, and until I felt safe in my own skin, I couldn’t call anyplace home. Oddly enough, that didn’t bother me nearly as much as I thought it would. In fact, it was liberating. I started to smile. Must be the Benares seafarer in me.
“You’re smiling.” Mychael’s voice was a husky whisper. “What is it?”
My smile broadened and I took a step back from him. “No.”
He was confused. “No, what?”
“No, I’m not ready to go home. Mychael, I’m not going to be locked up, put in protective custody, safe keeping, whatever. That’s not home. I can’t live that way, and I won’t.”
He stood utterly still. “Then you might not live.”
I put my hand gently on his armored chest. “My choice,” I whispered. “And it has to stay mine.”
“What is your choice?”
I thought for a moment. “For now, I’ll stay on the Fortune.”
“But I can’t protect—”
“Mychael, you can’t protect me anywhere. No one can.” I chuckled. “I’m way beyond protection. You could lock me in the deepest containment room you had and I wouldn’t be protected.” I paused and looked into those sea blue eyes. “You know that.”