Cursed Bones: Sovereign of the Seven Isles: Book Five (14 page)

Alexander’s eyes snapped open, and for just a moment, barely a blink, Isabel was standing in the room looking at him … then she vanished. Alexander swallowed hard, his mind working furiously to comprehend what had just happened.

“Did you see her, too?” he asked.

Jack nodded.

“Lady Reishi appeared for just a moment, then vanished just as quickly,” Hector said.

“But she didn’t have any colors,” Alexander said, realization flooding into him. “She was just an illusion.”

“I don’t understand, My Love,” Chloe said.

“I’ve been going about this all wrong,” Alexander said. “I’ve been trying to make illusions the same way I did when I had Mindbender, but the sword depended on my mindset—I had to believe I was in a fight for it to work. What if that mindset was only necessary because the power was bound to a sword, a weapon?”

“So you’re saying you just projected that image of Isabel,” Jack said.

Alexander nodded. “I was thinking about her, trying to see her in my mind, and then she was here.”

“So you’ve just been doing it wrong,” Jack said.

“Seems so,” Alexander said. “I’m going to try again …” He looked to the door. “Anja’s coming.”

A moment later, the young dragon stuck her head inside and squeezed through the door into the Wizard’s Den.

“You’re almost too big to fit through the door, Anja,” Alexander said, as she put her head on the bed, looking up at him with her big golden eyes. He rubbed her head affectionately.

“Have you fed today?”

She nodded.

“Does your mother know you’re here?”

She shook her head.

“Anja, you shouldn’t wander off without telling your mother where you’re going,” Alexander said. She whined slightly.

“That’s good advice,” Bragador said from the doorway. “I figured I’d find her here.”

“Anja, go with your mother,” Alexander said. “You have lessons to complete.”

She whined again but reluctantly went to the door, squeezing through into the cave.

“If you keep coming in here, you’re going to get stuck,” Bragador said, as they left to attend to Anja’s instruction.

“What are you going to do about her when we leave?” Jack asked.

“I don’t know,” Alexander said. “She can’t come with us, but I’m afraid she’s going to be sad when we go.”

“She’s resilient,” Chloe said. “Her feelings will heal in time.”

***

“That was much better,” Jack said when Alexander opened his eyes.

“I still couldn’t hold it for very long,” Alexander said.

He’d been practicing with his illusions for days. Without the sword, he found that he could only cast an illusion when he was in a meditative state, and then only by carefully visualizing the illusion he desired in minute detail. It took a tremendous amount of concentration and focus to succeed, but he was getting better. At first he could only make projections of things or people he knew well. Isabel was the easiest for him because he could see her in his mind so clearly.

With some practice, he was able to conjure an image of himself, though it took a lot of work to get it right. Jack was his test subject. The bard carefully scrutinized each projection for detail, making notes and observations to help Alexander improve the authenticity.

At first, he was only able to create static images, still and lifeless, though with increasingly real detail, until Jack proclaimed that he couldn’t tell Alexander’s projection of himself from the real thing.

As days stretched into weeks, Alexander practiced with an almost single-minded determination to master his new talent. He was helpless to act until his wound was healed, so he was intent on using this time to some constructive end.

After he’d pushed his illusion practice as far as he could for the day, always a painful proposition, he practiced using his clairvoyance. At first, he explored the
Seven Isles
, paying particular attention to remote and unexplored areas. While fascinating in the extreme, Alexander didn’t believe that such practice was helping to expand his clairvoyance, so he decided to take the sovereigns’ suggestion and explore the nature of the world itself.

First he rose straight up through the mountain, floating over the volcano that was sputtering orange fire at the sky, then he rose through the clouds and higher. He kept going until he could see the entire world, outlines of several of the
Seven Isles
visible through the clouds. Alexander marveled at the calm of it—so peaceful, so tranquil. He turned his attention to the moon, traversing the distance in a blink, exploring the barren and lifeless rock for a few minutes before going to the sun. He spent the better part of a day exploring the space around the world before turning his attention to the very small.

He started by exploring his own body, examining bone and muscle and organs in detail before going smaller, drilling into the substance of the world and examining it at its most basic levels. Eventually, he reached the point where substance formed. He looked at the most basic building blocks of the world, substance so small it could only be viewed with magic, no human eye could see something so minute, yet Alexander was looking at these basic building blocks in detail, seeing how they were constructed in seemingly endless variation yet composed of only two opposing forces, coupled together to form all that is. Over the days that followed his discovery of the basic structure of substance, Alexander spent many hours wondering about the things he’d seen.

Over the weeks, Alexander watched Anja grow. She grew until she could no longer fit into the Wizard’s Den. She started sleeping right outside the door, with her head and neck stretched out on the floor so she could still be close to Alexander. Each morning, Bragador would come to collect her and take her to her lessons, teaching her how to fly, hunt, fight, speak, and think like a dragon. Alexander encouraged her to spend time with her mother and the rest of the dragons whenever possible. He’d grown so fond of her, but he also understood with painful clarity that she would have to remain on the dragon isle when he left, for her own good as well as his.

Once Alexander had mastered a static projection of himself, he started working on a moving projection. That was much more difficult at first, there was so much to think about, so many parts to focus on, until he discovered the secret. It wasn’t about seeing each part and coordinating them together, it was about visualizing the whole and seeing it clearly in his mind’s eye. After that, he started to make progress much more quickly. Within a few weeks, he could create an image of himself that was indistinguishable from his real body, make it walk, talk, and behave as if it were really him.

He tried several other images, but found that each required such focus that it would take just as long to master them as it did to master an image of himself. While an illusion of a dragon or a revenant might be useful, he decided to start with something more simple for his next illusion—a ball of light. He reasoned that being able to produce light would be the most useful illusion he could learn, even if it wasn’t terribly frightening.

On many occasions, he tried to project his illusions while in a normal frame of mind, but he simply couldn’t envision the necessary detail to create a projection unless he was in a meditative state. His newfound power wouldn’t be very useful in a fight, but he was sure it could be put to effective use, especially if he could learn how to project his illusions while using his clairvoyance.

He didn’t speak of it openly, mostly out of a superstitious fear that voicing his hopes would prevent them from coming to fruition. He didn’t even try for the longest time, until one day, he realized that he hadn’t looked in on Isabel for days. She was nearly to Karth the last time he’d visited her, but that had been some time ago.

He’d gotten so caught up with his own work that he’d forgotten to check on her. With a feeling of terrible guilt, he slipped into the firmament and went to her. When he found her traveling through the jungle, unarmed and guarded by soldiers of Karth, it was such a shock that he slammed back into his body.

It took almost an hour to calm himself enough to reenter the firmament and go back to her. He followed her for an hour, periodically trying to manifest an illusion of himself and failing each time. She was talking with the leader of the unit of soldiers about the jungle, trying to learn everything she could about the new environment she found herself in.

The leader’s tone was respectful, yet firm. Mostly, his colors reassured Alexander that his wife wasn’t in any immediate danger, at least not from the soldiers she was traveling with. The jungle was another matter.

When he returned to his body, he lay staring at the ceiling for several minutes, trying to decide how to proceed.

“Isabel’s been taken by the House of Karth,” he said.

“What do they want with her?” Jack asked.

“I don’t know, but I get the impression she’s not in any immediate danger, although that could change once they get wherever it is they’re going.”

“Maybe she’s trying to form an alliance,” Jack said.

“Probably, but Karth has been ruled by tyranny for centuries on both sides. The man she’s traveling with is honorable, but I doubt the people he answers to are.”

“She’s resourceful,” Jack said. “Remember how she turned her capture by the Reishi Coven into a triumph. She could do the same here.”

“I don’t doubt her,” Alexander said, “not for a minute, but she’s all alone in hostile territory. She had Abigail at the fortress island.”

“Did you try to project an illusion through your clairvoyance?”

“Yeah, but I failed,” Alexander said. “Although, I think with some practice, I’ll succeed. In the meantime, I’m going to send her some help. Hector, Horace, prepare to leave for Karth.”

“But who will protect you, Lord Reishi?” Hector asked.

“I’ll be safe enough here,” Alexander said.

“Perhaps one of us could stay.” Horace said.

“No, you’re a team. You work better together.”

“Commander P’Tal wouldn’t approve,” Hector said.

“No, I doubt he would,” Alexander said, “but I’m sending you anyway. I’ll be here for months, and Isabel needs help now. Go to Karth and find her, but remain in the background. Don’t reveal your presence to her unless it’s necessary to protect her. Phane’s magic is still working within her, so you can’t really trust her to be herself. I just need to know she has someone watching her back.”

“If you command it, we will obey,” Hector said, “but reluctantly.”

“I understand,” Alexander said. “Go to Karth and watch over Isabel. I’ll talk to Bragador about transportation.”

Chapter 13

Alexander continued to work on mastering his magic, alternately using his clairvoyance as the sovereigns had instructed, looking into the very nature of the substance around him and attempting to see the world and more as a whole. He came to understand the nature of things more intuitively, learning how substance held together and how the world revolved around the sun.

He meditated on the basic building blocks of substance, watching them interact with one another, trying to understand why they behaved as they did. It was a subject he found his mind returning to with maddening frequency. He had other things to attend to that were far more pressing than such an academic pursuit, yet he felt drawn to it, almost compelled to understand this infinitesimal new world he’d discovered.

Periodically, he would float in the firmament, calling out to Siduri, but he never heard even a hint of reply. At times he wondered if Malachi had been right, if Siduri had just been a projection, but then he thought about his conversation with the first adept and remembered his colors, vibrant and subtle, refined and complex, like nothing else Alexander had ever encountered. That fact, more than anything else, convinced him that Siduri was real. Given his eccentric nature, it was likely that he’d said everything he had to say and saw no value in making a second appearance to reiterate his warnings.

Besides, Alexander was in no position to use the blood of the earth anytime soon. The more he thought about it, the more he doubted the wisdom of proceeding with his plan to create the potion. If Siduri’s warning had given him pause, the sovereigns’ warning had unnerved him. As much as he wanted to save Isabel, he knew she would never countenance him risking the world of time and substance for her.

He came to believe as the sovereigns did, that such power was better left alone, yet he couldn’t bring himself to even consider returning the tiny sample of the blood of the earth that he’d collected. To do so would be to cut off that option, that one precious chance to save Isabel. Even though reason told him he could never risk it, his heart told him to hold on to that hope in the event that all else failed.

Hector and Horace departed on a small boat rowed by Bragador herself. She took them to the coast of
Lorraine
and left them to their own devices to find passage to Karth, a task they both expressed supreme confidence in their ability to accomplish. Alexander felt much better knowing that help was on the way, that Isabel wouldn’t be totally alone in enemy territory. It was small comfort, given her situation, but he would take what comfort he could.