“That is not true. You’ve ruled out a number of possibilities. We are narrowing down the routes to an answer.”

I asked him how the meeting with the Council went.

Bain played with the fraying threads on the sleeve of his robe. “Not as expected.”

Good or bad? I waited.

“Of course they were upset and tossed about a few names of suspects. But no one offered to investigate through their clans. Odd.”

I studied Bain, his white hair a messy cloud around his head. Did he know about Ben? “Do you think they sent an assassin after me?”

“Oh no, no.”

“But how would you know? They’re all protected by null shields during meetings. They can lie with abandon.”

Bain straightened as if affronted. “My dear child, I can spot a liar without using my magic. And I can also sense when a person is holding information back.” He gave me a pointed look.

“So I’m not supposed to withhold information, but you can if you call it Council business?”

“What are you referring to?” His hard gaze slid past my shoulder.

I turned in time to see Irys stride into his office.

Fury sparked in her eyes. “She is referring to Ben Moon’s rescue.”

“Who?” Bain asked.

As Irys explained, the tight lump in my throat lessened. Always a relief to discover that your mentor and friend hadn’t been lying to you.

“The Council has kept this from us, Bain. And this isn’t the first time.”

He pulled at his sleeve. “No, it is not. But it is the first of this magnitude.”

“We should ban null shields from our meetings.”

“For what purpose? We are not allowed to rifle through their thoughts. It’s against the Ethical Code.”

Irys growled in frustration. “We need more master-level magicians!”

“While I agree there is always need for more, why do you think they would help in this situation?”

“They’d aid in changing the sentiment in the Council.”

“What sentiment?” I asked.

Irys leaned against Bain’s desk. “The anti-magician sentiment.” She threw her arms wide. “With all the discoveries about how to neutralize us—Curare, null shields, voids—they believe we’re weak and vulnerable and corruptible.”

Her comment slammed into me almost as hard as the arrow. “How could...? What...?” Unable to pull together a complete sentence, I shut my mouth.

“The convenience of certain magicians, like healers, has been such a part of their daily life they don’t consider them special anymore,” Bain said. “And the troubles we have had with other rogue magicians like Owen, Kangom, Roze, Ferde, Galen, Walsh, and Devlen while he was addicted to the blood magic, have tarnished all our reputations.”

Wow, that was quite the list. And what did it say about my life that I knew them all? “What about the ones before I came to Sitia?”

“Oh, we’ve always had troublesome magicians,” Irys said. “But it seems since the border with Ixia has been...opened, for lack of a better word, the incidents have increased.”

The trade treaty with the Commander happened around the time I’d returned to Sitia after a fourteen-year absence. Had I been the catalyst?

Irys swatted me on the shoulder. “Stop furrowing your brow. You’re not responsible. The rediscovery of blood magic and Curare also matches the timing of the Commander’s treaty. So it would have happened if you were here or not.”

I gave her a grateful smile. She knew me so well.

“And I suspect the Councilors are frustrated with not being in direct control of the super messengers and Opal’s magic detectors,” Irys said. “They believe both items should be considered property of Sitia. Two clans, Cloud Mist and Jewelrose, have been very vocal about it. I suspect their richer citizens have been pressuring the Councilors. And there have been rumors about the need to control magicians—to use us like an army instead of letting each be free to do our own thing.”

“The problems created by the Council are never ending. That is not why Yelena is here,” Bain said. “Did young Fisk have any ideas?”

“No.” I filled them in. “Have you learned anything?”

“Not yet,” Irys said. “I’ll send a message to Pazia this afternoon.”

“Where is her glass factory?” I asked.

“In her family’s compound near Ognap. Why?”

Ognap was a five-day journey east of Fulgor. “Don’t send that message. I’ll pay her a visit.”

Irys crossed her arms, waiting.

“You told me to keep a low profile, so I’m leaving for Fulgor today.”

“My advice meant you should remain in your rooms, reading books, catching up on sleep and avoiding danger. Remember those things?”

“Yeah, well...that’s not going to happen anytime soon.”

“Do you really think you’ll learn Ben’s whereabouts when the authorities haven’t?”

“Who says I’m chasing after Ben? I’m going to talk to Opal, see if she has any thoughts about my condition. Then I’ll visit Pazia and my father.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I’ll be protected. I’m taking Leif.”

“The Council has an assignment for him. I’m supposed to tell him.”

“Sorry, he just left. Guess you’ll have to tell him when he returns.”