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the strident tone in his voice.

      “She escaped with her life,” Irys replied. “None of the others were so lucky.”

      “How many?” I asked, not really wanting to know, but unable to stop the words.

      “She is the eleventh victim. The others were all found dead, brutalized in the same manner.” A look of disgust etched Irys’s face.

      “How can I help?” I asked.

      “Mental healing is my strongest power, yet you reached the Commander and brought him back when I couldn’t,” she said.

      “What?” Cahil cried. “You helped the Commander?”

      His outrage focused on me. I ignored him.

      “But I knew the Commander. I had an idea of where to look,” I said to Irys. “I’m not sure I can help you.”

      “Try anyway. The bodies have been discovered in different towns throughout Sitia. We haven’t been able to find a reason for the killings and we have no suspects. We need to catch this monster.” Irys pulled at her hair. “Unfortunately, this is the kind of situation you will be asked to deal with when you become a magician. Consider this a learning experience.”

      I moved closer to the bed. “May I hold her hand?” I asked the healer.

      He nodded and pulled the sheet back, revealing the girl’s torso. Between the blood-soaked bandages, her skin looked like raw meat. Cahil cursed. I glanced at Leif; his face remained turned to the wall.

      Splinted with pieces of wood, each of the girl’s fingers must have been broken. I gently took her hand, rubbing my fingertips along her palm. Pulling a thread of power, I closed my eyes and projected my energy to her.

      Her mind felt abandoned. The sense that she had fled and would never come back filled the emptiness. Gray intangible ghosts floated in her mind. Upon closer examination, each specter represented Tula’s memory of a specific horror. The ghosts’ faces twisted with pain, terror and fear. Raw emotions began to sink into my skin. I pushed the ghosts away, concentrating on finding the real Tula who was most likely hiding some place where her horrors couldn’t reach her.

      I felt a sensation along my arms as if long grass tickled my skin. The clean earthy scent of a dew-covered meadow lingered in the air, but I couldn’t follow the source. I searched until my energy became depleted and I could no longer hold the connection.

      At last, I opened my eyes. I sat on the floor with the girl’s hand still clutched in mine. “Sorry. I can’t find her,” I said.

      “I told you it was a waste of time,” Leif said. He rose from his corner. “What did you expect from a northerner?”

      “You can expect me not to give up as easily as you have,” I called before he stalked out of the room.

      I frowned at his retreating form. There had to be another way to wake Tula.

      The healer took the girl’s hand from mine and tucked it back under the sheet. I remained on the floor as he and Irys discussed the girl’s condition. Her body would heal, they thought, but she would probably never regain her senses. It sounded as though she would be mindless like the children Reyad and Mogkan had created in Ixia when they had siphoned their magical power, leaving behind nothing but empty soulless bodies. I shivered at the memory of how the two evil men had tried to break me.

      I brought my mind back to Tula’s problems. How had I found the Commander? He had retreated to the place of his greatest accomplishment. The place where he felt the happiest and in the most control.

      “Irys,” I interrupted. “Tell me everything you know about Tula.”

      She considered for a moment. I could see questions perched on her lips.

      Trust me, I sent to her.

      “It’s not much. Her family operates a profitable glass factory right outside Booruby,” Irys said. “This is their busy season, so they keep the kilns going all the time. Tula was to keep the fire hot during the night. The next morning when her father came out to work, the coals were cold and Tula was gone. They searched for many days. She was finally found twelve days later in a farmer’s field barely alive. Our healer in Booruby tended her physical wounds. But her mind was unreachable, so they rushed her here to me.” Irys’s disappointment shone on her face.

      “Does Tula have any siblings?” I asked.

      “Several. Why?”

      I thought hard. “Any close to her age?”

      “I think a younger sister.”

      “How much younger?”

      “Not much. A year and a half maybe.” Irys guessed.

      “Can you bring her sister here?”

      “Why?”

      “With her sister’s help, I might be able to bring Tula back.”

      “I’ll send a message.” Irys turned to the healer. “Hayes, let me know if Tula’s condition changes.”

      Hayes nodded and Irys marched out the door.

      Cahil and I followed. He said nothing as we left the infirmary and stepped into the twilight. With the sun almost gone, the air cooled and a faint breeze touched my face. I sucked in the freshness, trying to dilute the bitter smell of the girl’s horror.

      “Pretty bold,” Cahil said, glancing at me. “To think you can reach her when a Master Magician could not.” Cahil strode away.

      “Pretty stupid,” I called after his retreating form. “To give up before all possible solutions have been tried.”

      Cahil continued to walk without acknowledging my comments. Fine. He had given me another reason to prove him wrong.

       12

      DREAMS OF TULA’S HIDEOUS ordeal swirled in my mind that night. Over and over, I fought her demons until, at last, they transformed into my own demon’s mocking face. Vivid memories of my own torture and rape at Reyad’s hands haunted my sleep. I awoke screaming. My heart hammered against my chest. My nightshirt was drenched with sweat.

      I wiped my face, focusing on reality. There had to be a way to help Tula. Wide-awake, I dressed and went to the infirmary.

      In Tula’s room, Healer Hayes slumped half-asleep in a chair. He straightened when I stepped closer to the bed.

      “Something wrong?” he asked.

      “No. I wanted to …” I cast about for the right explanation. “Spend some time with her.”

      He yawned. “Can’t hurt, and I could use some rest. I’ll be in my office at the end of the hall. Wake me if anything changes.”

      I sat in Hayes’s chair and held Tula’s hand. Reestablishing our link, I was once again inside her vacant mind. The ghosts of her horrors flickered past. I studied them, looking for weakness. When Tula came back, she’d have to deal with each of these ghosts, and I planned to help her banish them.

      Irys woke me the next morning. I had rested my head on the edge of Tula’s bed.

      “Have you been here all night?” she asked.

      “Only half.” I smiled, rubbing my eyes. “I couldn’t sleep.”

      “I understand all too well.” Irys smoothed the sheets on Tula’s bed. “In fact, I can’t stay here doing nothing. I’m going to fetch Tula’s sister myself. Bain Bloodgood, Second Magician has agreed to continue your training while I’m gone. He usually teaches history, and likes to lecture about famous and infamous magicians.” Irys smiled. “He’ll give you a ton of books to read, and will quiz you on them, so be sure to finish each of your assignments.”

      Hayes entered the room. “Anything?”

      I

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