Cold Fire (Spiritwalker 2)

“Will you tell them?”

“Not good for business to tell tales,” said knife man.

“The Taino on Salt Island shall tell them,” said the woman. “Yon fire mage shall have some trouble hereafter.”

I could only hope! But their words puzzled me. “Are there truly no cold mages in Expedition?”

“What is a cold mage?” asked knife man.

I was too surprised to answer, but fortunately the woman did.

“Fire banes,” she said.

“Fire banes? I suppose cold mages could be called fire banes.”

“They who come from Europa speak such stories of fire banes as mighty as hurricanes, but I don’ believe them,” remarked knife man. “Yee ever see such power in a fire bane, gal?”

I was really too astonished to answer. In the east, the light had changed yet again, black of night easing to a charcoal pallor. The wind began to soften as dawn crept up the horizon. We were drifting down, sinking closer to the waves and a length of beach.

o;Uncommon quiet, this night.” The woman who had laughed leaned companionably beside me against the basket’s rim. The land slumbered silent beneath like behemoth asleep. We watched together. I was content not to speak, and she felt no need to chatter. After a while, knife man moved up on my other side.

“We saw what yee wrought, there on the beach,” murmured the woman. “That blade yee carry turned them to salt. They dissolved when salt water washed them. Yon fire mage never saw. Peradventure, yee don’ mean to tell him.”

Under the circumstances, I settled on a truthful answer. “I don’t. Do you plan to tell him?”

“We’s paid for the conveyance, that only. Not for secrets.”

I smiled, for she sounded exactly like my uncle, scion of the Hassi Barahal clan that made its living stealing and selling secrets. “Who are you, if I may ask?”

“Folk hired to do a job,” she answered.

“Yon fire mage is right, yee know,” said knife man, the weight of him very noticeable on my other side.

“About what?”

“It were a kindness to let they salters die.” He nodded toward my belt. “No ordinary manner of blade, that one.”

I fixed a hand possessively on the hilt. “Only my hand can wield it.”

He said, “Surely bound to yee. Some manner of cemi.”

“It’s just a sword.”

The woman laughed with a kind of wavering howl. It was not a laugh I would soon forget.

“Have it that way, then, Perdita.” Knife man grinned. “Kiskeya is a beauty, is she not?”

“Who is Kiskeya?” I asked, pleased I could frame a useful question to move the topic on.

“Why, Kiskeya is this island. She is the mother of we all.”

The hills plunged in jagged shadows down to the foamy white rim of a beach. The airship skipped and rolled as air currents eddied and battered us from two directions. Then we turned and headed parallel along the coastline. Under the moon’s light, the sea became a dark mirror in which stars were caught. I smelled a flowery fragrance, a heady perfume blown into my face by the night wind. A bird called in a mournful loop. Far in the distance, I saw a shimmering glow as of a city burning night candles.

“What city is that?” I asked.

“Expedition,” said the woman.

“So this island is part of the Taino kingdom. While Expedition is a free city on this island ruled by mage Houses and princes. But how could a free city have been established here?”