Caile sat watching Lorentz run his men through combat drills in the training yard of Lightbringer's Keep. Across the yard, outside the armory, a small audience had also gathered, comprised of soldiers from the Imperial Guard and Cavalry. It was commonplace enough for soldiers to observe and weigh one another's worth on the practice field, but Caile knew this was more than casual observance: there was animosity between the troops. Caile's men were confined to private barracks—little more than a dungeon, really—located in the basement beneath one of the palace wings. It was all Caile could do to convince the Emperor's chamberlain to allow his men an hour a day to practice in the yard, and even that seemed to be an affront to the Emperor's troops. There was nothing for it though. As much as Caile put on a facade of being a loyal servant, the truth of the matter was he wasn't, and with the potential for trouble, he wanted to keep his men as sharp as possible.

When Lorentz finally called a halt to the drills, the lot of them joined Caile to sit in the shade for the last few minutes they had before returning to their barracks.

"Where's your shadow?" Lorentz asked, looking for Meinrad amongst the onlookers near the armory.

"I've been reassigned a new liaison," Caile informed him. "Apparently the Emperor didn't take kindly to Meinrad getting fall-down drunk last night. My new liaison is the giant lout there with the bushy black beard and the battle-axe. His name is Lindy."

Lorentz narrowed his eyes and glared at Caile. "What sort of tomfoolery have you been up to?"

"As far as anyone else knows, just that: tomfoolery. A few ales, a few drams of spiced spirits. That's all."

"I know you better than that, Caile. Your foolishness doesn't stop with a few drinks."

"Foolishness?" Caile said with mock indignation. "I'd hardly say finding my brother's killers is foolishness."

"You're serious?"

Caile nodded and leaned back onto his elbows so as to get closer to Lorentz but still look casual to the onlookers. "There's an underground society, Lorentz," he whispered, so even his own men couldn't hear. "They want to overthrow the Emperor and kill Wulfram. They claim to have a sorceress in league with them."

"But they killed Cargan?"

"By necessity. He was unwittingly bringing the Emperor's men right to them."

"And yet they let you just walk away?"

Caile shrugged. "I was alone, and I offered my help."

"Pyrthin's arse, Caile," Lorentz hissed. "You're going to wind up dead just like your brother. What were you thinking? You didn't tell them anything else did you?"

"I didn't have much choice in the matter," Caile said, remembering what he had glimpsed in the dim light of that basement. "They had cross-bows trained on me, and they wanted to know whether they could trust me or not."

"What did you tell them?"

"Mostly what secrets I knew about Bricio, but they seemed to know about all that already. They were more interested in Kal Pyrthin. They said the houndkeepers are after someone—a sorceress. I told them about the firewielder, and then..."

"You didn't tell them about Taera?"

Caile looked up at his friend and protector. "You know about Taera?"

"I'd have to be a lackwit not to, Caile. I was watching over you when you were a child, and the two of you would play. I was there when the firewielder attacked. I certainly know it wasn't you who read the future. How could you tell them about her, Caile? Your own sister."

"They said Wulfram is after her, Lorentz, but that they would help protect her. My father can't protect her. He has no power anymore."

Lorentz was quiet for a long moment as he took it all in. "Just because we have a common enemy," he finally said, "it doesn't mean these people are our allies or friends. We have no idea what their motives are."

Caile was grateful Lorentz acknowledged being on his side at least, an enemy of Emperor Guderian, but he knew his friend was right. Caile had never intended to say anything about Taera to anyone the previous night, but after getting Meinrad drunk, then drinking with the man who called himself Stephen, he had found himself more than a little drunk and nervous being surrounded in that dark basement by unknown faces.

"They want to meet with me again tonight," Caile said. "They want me to meet with their sorceress. What should I do?"

"Did you promise them anything?"

"I said I would come. I think they want as much information I can give them about Taera and Castle Pyrthin. I think they mean to steal her away."

"You'll stay put then. Lie low for a while so we can both think this through. Keep that big brute of yours nearby. With any luck, these people have some spies here in the keep. They'll hear that your old liaison was replaced and think you're being forced to stay inside for a bit. They can't fault you for that, and I'm more worried about the Emperor anyway. If he finds out you've been consorting with these type of people, it'll be certain death for all of us."

"But we have to do something," Caile said. "They know about Taera. We have to find out if they're allies or not."

"In due time, Caile. Your father is not as weak as you think him; he'll keep Taera safe. We can find out more when things quiet down and the Emperor is not expecting anything. Patience is the key, my boy."

Caile could only nod in agreement.

Later that night, long after his meal in the mess hall alongside his hulking liaison, Lindy, Caile laid on his bed staring at the dark ceiling. He'd jokingly asked Lindy over dinner if he wanted to visit some taverns, and the man had shrugged indifferently. Caile still had free reign to leave Lightbringer's Keep it seemed, but he was uncertain whether that was a good sign or not. The Emperor either suspected nothing or wanted Caile to think he suspected nothing. Whatever the case was, Caile heeded Lorentz's advice and told Lindy he intended to stay in for the night. The big man locked Caile in his room, the same as Meinrad had done on previous nights, and now Caile was there to stay until morning whether he liked it or not.

Several hours passed beyond the hour when Caile had agreed to meet the sorceress in the city, and he couldn't help but wonder what might have happened. Likely trouble, as Lorentz suspected, but perhaps not. What if they're friends? We need all the help we can get if we want to oust the Emperor.

A scraping noise in the corner of the room interrupted Caile's reverie and he sat up, expecting to see a rat or roach scurrying about. There was nothing though, only the floor and the noise again. The hair at the nape of Caile's neck stood up on end, and he quickly grabbed his boot knife, the only piece of weaponry he'd been allowed to keep. He slowly rose from the bed and approached the noise. It was definitely the sound of something scraping on stone, and as he got closer he saw that one of the floor-stones was slowly lifting upward. Caile pressed himself against one of the walls and knelt low to be within striking distance of whoever or whatever came up out of the hole.

A set of fingers poked through the crack beneath the stone and began pushing the stone aside. Caile waited until the opening was wide enough, then thrust his free hand into the hole and grabbed a handful of hair. There was a startled yelp as Caile yanked the intruder up and held his knife to the intruder's throat.

"Your Highness, it's me," the intruder whispered. "It's me Stephen."

"What are you doing here?" Caile hissed, letting go of Stephen's hair.

Stephen rubbed his neck where Caile had drawn a bead of blood with his knife. "You missed our appointment."

"I'm locked in my room."

"We suspected as much. That's why Roanna sent me to fetch you."

"Roanna?"

"The sorceress. She needs to see you now, before she leaves the city."

Caile swore beneath his breath. Lorentz would be furious, but there was no way Caile could get around it now. "Where is she?"

"Follow me. I'll take you to her."

Stephen's head disappeared beneath the floor again, and Caile followed after him with another curse. The passage beneath the floor was cramped and dusty and four feet high at most. Stephen thrust a lantern into Caile's hands and replaced the floor-stone in Caile's room. Caile held the lamp up to get a good look at the stone so he could recognize it if he needed to find it on his own.

"This way," Stephen said, snatching the lamp from Caile's grip and hurrying away.

Caile followed as quickly as he could without smacking his head on the ceiling. They passed several connecting passageways, and at first Caile tried to make a mental note at each intersection of which passage led to his own room. There were dozens of turns and intersections though, and when he glanced down at the floor he saw that their footprints in the dust had left a clear trail to follow regardless, so he gladly gave up trying to memorize their route. The passage sloped continually downward and eventually opened into a wide corridor where they could walk upright.

"How is it the Emperor doesn't know about these passages?" Caile asked, feeling more at ease.

"Lightbringer's Keep is over 300 years old, and Guderian has been here for little more than thirty of them—there's much about the keep and this city he doesn't know about."

"How long have you been around?"

Stephen shot a glance back at Caile over his shoulder. "Me personally? Or the guild?"

"The guild," Caile replied quickly, not even knowing what guild Stephen was referring to.

"Since nearly the beginning, in the year 27 A.L., when the armies of the Old World first invaded the Five Kingdoms."

Caile was dumbstruck. Who are these people?

The passage veered sharply to their right, and suddenly they found themselves in a sewer tunnel. Stephen led the way along a narrow ledge above the brackish water, but the stench nearly gagged Caile.

"It's just a little farther," Stephen spoke through his shirtsleeve he held over his mouth.

Caile followed suit and less than a hundred feet down the tunnel was a wooden ladder which Stephen motioned him toward. Caile climbed up without question and at the top found a wooden trap door.

"Knock five times," Stephen instructed him.

Caile did as he was told and moments later the hatch opened and two sets of hands reached down to pull him up into an old wine cellar. Stephen followed directly behind him, and the two men who had assisted them then pulled up the wooden ladder and closed the hatch. Like Stephen, both of the other men wore nondescript clothing and appeared nonthreatening.

"Hello, Prince Caile Delios," a voice said behind Caile.

"Roanna?" Caile asked, turning about to regard the woman who had hailed him. She was late in her middle ages and completely unremarkable in appearance. Her gray hair was bound back and tucked into a caul, and she wore a simple gray dress with a sagging black bodice that did little to hide her rotund shape. She was hardly what he expected of a sorceress. The firewielder Caile had confronted outside of Kal Pyrthin had exuded a mad aura of power around her, but this woman exuded nothing.

"I am Roanna," the woman confirmed.

"I apologize for missing our earlier engagement," Caile said, bowing slightly and trying not to reveal his disappointment in the tone of his voice. "After last night, I was assigned a new liaison and was unable to leave the Keep safely."

"It's of no consequence. You're here now."

She motioned for him to sit at one of several wooden crates that had been arranged in a circle and took a seat herself at one of them. Caile nodded politely and sat across from her. Stephen and the other men took seats to either side of Roanna.

"Stephen and the others told me of your sister," Roanna began. "I'd like to know more about her."

"Of course," Caile said, outwardly calm but frantically thinking of what to say. "What is it you'd like to know?"

"Tell me about her power."

Caile nodded. "What assurance can you give me that you won't just go off and kill her? I need to know you mean her no harm before I tell you anything."

"Of course," Roanna said with a smile. "Perhaps it would be best if we started at the beginning?"

"Yes," Caile agreed though he had no idea what beginning she spoke of.

"You've lived in Sol Valaróz—you know that Guderian killed King Pallma and gave the kingdom of Valaróz to Don Bricio, I presume?"

Caile nodded.

"Well, the murder of Pallma scared the remaining three monarchs into subservience, including your father, who was newly anointed, if I'm not mistaken."

"He was only fourteen," Caile replied.

"I remember it well enough, but that's about as far as most people know. The lesser-known story is how Guderian exterminated the sorcerer's guilds. The guilds were a shadow of their former selves after the Dreamwielder War, it is true, but there was still much power in them. Do you know how it was that Guderian destroyed them, my young princeling?"

"Wulfram?"

"Wulfram is a mighty sorcerer, perhaps the mightiest sorcerer the world has ever known after the dreamwielders transformed him, but even he could not have defeated the guilds on his own."

"How then?" Caile asked, getting caught up in her story despite himself.

"Guderian. He has no magical ability in any traditional sense. He can't wield fire or storms or dreams, he can't manipulate animals or see the future, but he is nonetheless of Sargoth Lightbringer's bloodline. There is power in him—the power to stint sorcery. For hundreds and thousands of years, dating back to the Old World and the holy wars over Khail Sanctu, war has always been fought steel against steel, sorcery against sorcery. Armies would face each other on the field while the sorcerers fought behind the lines, trying to gain an advantage, always escalating the stakes, but usually counteracting one another. Guderian changed all that. With his immunity to any sort of sorcery, he himself faced the sorcerer's guilds and cut them down with his steel blade, while Wulfram annihilated any troops or warriors who defied them. The two of them were unstoppable. I bore witness when Guderian clove the head from my father's shoulders on the streets of this very city. I was twelve years old."

Caile nodded. "I do not doubt your animosity toward the Emperor, but what do you want from my sister?"

Roanna smiled. "If your sister is who I think she is, she is Guderian's one weakness. It has been foretold that a daughter of one of the five monarchs would be born who would be a sorceress, and that she would destroy Guderian. Such was the vision of the mightiest seer in all of the Old World on Guderian's tenth birthday, many years ago when he was still in exile."

"How do you know all this?"

"As you can well see, my dear boy, the guilds are not as dead as Guderian thinks them to be, and our connections go beyond the borders of his so called empire."

Caile was silent for a moment as he let everything sink in. "So you want my sister then, so you can throw her at the Emperor and defeat him?"

"If she is indeed the one foretold by prophesy, I don't intend to throw her at anyone. My plan is to take her away someplace safe, to train her and cultivate her abilities until she is ready to face Guderian and destroy him. I would not throw a defenseless girl in harm's way, Prince."

"What is it you need to know?"

"I need to know if she's the one. What sort of ability has she shown?"

"She's a seer," Caile said. "Ever since we were children she's been able to see events before they happen. She saw the firewielder that attacked us outside Kal Pyrthin in a vision and warned us."

"Has she done anything else? Started fires or brought on storms? Spoken with animals? Transformed anything?"

"Not that I know of," Caile said, shaking his head.

"How old is she?"

"Eighteen."

Roanna rubbed her chin, lost in thought. "It's possible she will develop more powers. I myself saw visions long before I developed my greater abilities as a mature woman. If she's seeing clear enough visions to warn you of danger, her ability is stronger than most." Roanna stood and smiled. "Thank you for your help, Caile. It's unfortunate you had to learn so much about us, but I suppose there was no other way. You seem like a nice boy."

Stephen and the other two men stood and each pulled a dagger from their belt.

"Wait," Caile said, jumping from his crate and grabbing his boot knife. "I gave you what you want. I hate the Emperor too. I can help."

"In other circumstances, perhaps," Roanna said, "but you're a ward of Guderian now and you know too much. You'll slip up eventually, and he knows how to get information out of people, willing or not. We can't risk him finding out about us."

The three men had backed Caile up against the old wine racks lining one wall. Caile scooted to his left to position himself in the corner of the room and crouched into a defensive position. None of his assailants were fighting men, and if he had his sword, Caile was certain he could kill them all handily, but with only his boot knife he knew he stood little chance if they all attacked at once.

"All at once," Stephen said. "On the count of three."

Caile swore and gripped his knife tighter.

"One...two..."

Caile didn't wait for three to come. He lunged forward at the man who stood to his far left and slashed at the tendons on his outside knee. The man went down with a cry and Caile sprung up just in time to block Stephen's knife thrust. Caile let his momentum carry him into Stephen and wrapped his arms around him in a bear hug that kept Stephen's knife hand pinned to his side. The third man feinted toward them, but Caile spun Stephen around as a shield and the man backed away.

Roanna was yelling. "Kill him, Stephen. Kill him!"

Caile couldn't help but grin at the madness of it all. He freed his right hand and held his knife to the side of Stephen's throat. "Let's all just calm down now. There's a door behind you, Roanna. Take your other two friends out with you, and Stephen and I will just head on down the ladder. We'll all go our separate ways, and no one else gets hurt or killed."

Roanna glared at him. "I'm sorry, Stephen."

It took a moment for it to register in Caile's mind that she said Stephen—not Caile—but by then it was too late. Roanna made a terse gesture, and suddenly Stephen screamed as his chest burst into flames. Caile pushed him away with a curse and scurried toward the trap door in the floor, but Roanna yelled out some guttural phrase and the door burst into flames too. The injured man on the floor grabbed at Caile's ankle, toppling him to the ground, and then the other man was on top of Caile, trying to force his dagger into his chest.

"Quickly," Roanna yelled. "Kill him!"

Caile could feel the strength in his arms waning as the man on top of him used all of his weight to force the dagger downward. The injured man had a firm grip on Caile's legs, keeping him from twisting free. Caile let loose an animal-like scream as he tried to push the man on top of him away with all his might, but to no end. Caile's surge of energy quickly left him, and the dagger continued its inexorable and agonizingly slow path toward his chest. Caile couldn't help but wonder if this was how his brother had died. Lorentz warned me, Caile chastised himself, thinking it would be his last thought, but suddenly there was a massive explosion and the man atop of him was blown sideways into the wall. Caile choked on the dust and rose to his knees just in time to see Roanna run past him and plummet down the trap door into the sewer below.

Disoriented, Caile looked about the room, trying to discern what had happened. The main door leading from the cellar had been blown off its hinges, along with half the doorway and the surrounding wall. In the ragged opening stood a woman. She was dressed similarly to Roanna but looked younger and had darker hair, though it was hard to make out her features clearly in the choking dust. Still, she looked familiar to him.

The turnip lady! he realized as he rubbed the dust and tears from his eyes. She regarded Caile for a moment, then motioned for him to follow her as she lowered herself down the trap door into the sewer. Caile glanced toward the blown-out doorway leading upstairs but heard shouting and yelling from that direction and decided it best to follow the turnip lady.

She stood waiting for him in the sewer. "Roanna has fled," she said. "No doubt, she'll leave the city and not return now."

Her demeanor and voice was nearly unrecognizable from how she'd acted the night before when they'd met in the street. She had been hunched over and spoke with a distracted voice when trying to sell her turnips to him, but now she carried herself and spoke with authority.

Us meeting was no accident, Caile realized. She was following me.

"Can you find your way back to the keep?" she asked him.

"I think so."

"Go then. Hurry back before you're found missing. The scent-hound will have certainly detected what Roanna and I have done, and soldiers will be searching the city soon."

The woman turned to go off in the other direction.

"Wait!" Caile said. "Who are you?"

"A true ally and more than a turnip farmer. That's allyou need to know for now."