“If that’s the case, though, then now you’re in danger, aren’t you?” asked Seregil.

“I can seal it up so that it can’t be used by anyone from a distance.”

“The little girl we found in the temple had only been given a sweetmeat,” Alec pointed out. “And she ate it, so there was nothing left to work magic through.”

“What you eat becomes a part of you, doesn’t it?”

“Just how certain are you that sealing the stone away will work?” asked Alec.

Thero shrugged. “Reasonably certain.” Then, lowering his voice, “Can you find your way into the quarantined areas and look for more of these raven folk of yours tonight? I really need some item from them.”

“We’re hosting Archduchess Alaya, Princess Elani, and her mother at the Golden Crane, to see the new tragedy. Reltheus and his wife are coming, as well. By the time we get out of that, the ravens will probably have gone to nest. But tomorrow we’ll look into it.”

“Ah, I see. Then would you mind if I accompanied you to the theater?” Thero asked, surprising them both.

“You want to go?” asked Seregil.

“I’d like to have a closer look at Reltheus, and also reestablish my acquaintance with the princess royal. I can discreetly ascertain whether magic is being worked on her by any conspirators, as well. This would be the most innocuous way to do it, given that I’m known to be your friend.” He paused and raised an eyebrow at them. “And perhaps you’ll stop hounding me about it, too.”

Chapter 34 - A Night at the Theater

WHILE Thero had only come to the theater to meet Reltheus and Princess Elani, as he took his place with the others in the patrons’ box to await the royal arrivals, he had to admit he was impressed. The inside of the theater was beautifully done, with gilt, fine carvings, and an ornate proscenium.

“It is always a pleasure to meet a wizard of the Orëska House,” Reltheus said, extending his hand. “Allow me to present my wife, Duchess Palmani.”

The woman was very beautiful, and much younger than her husband. Her eyes shone as she took in Thero’s rich, silver-embroidered blue robes. “I do hope you’ll show us a bit of magic while we wait.”

“He’s not a performing bear, my dear,” the duke told her with an indulgent laugh.

“Thero doesn’t mind!” Seregil chimed in. “Do you, Thero? You do such pretty magics.”