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  I'm half expecting an argument and am quite prepared to pick up Chiaraxi and carry her to the Avenging Axe. To her credit, however, she nods, mutters something to her patient about seeing him tomorrow, and grabs her bag before hurrying out into the street at my side. We run back to the Avenging Axe, and I rush her through to the back room.

  Makri shows no sign of life. Her skin has taken on a peculiar hue.

  When Chiaraxi sees the crossbow bolt buried deep in her chest she glances questioningly at me.

  "She's still alive," I state. "Do what you can. I'll get Astrath Triple Moon."

  I hurry out the back and saddle up Gurd's old horse as quickly as any old soldier in the country would. Then I leap on, ram my feet into the stirrups and ride furiously up Quintessence Street, careless of the pedestrians who scream abuse at me as I bowl them over. I make it from Twelve Seas to Pashish in record time and I don't waste any words on Astrath's servant as I shove him out the way at the front door and charge into Astrath's private room.

  Less than a minute later we're heading back to the Avenging Axe. Astrath doesn't specialise in healing like some Sorcerers, but he has much knowledge and power. I'm praying he'll be able to help.

  The horse protests as I mercilessly urge it on. It's on its last legs when it deposits myself and the Sorcerer at the tavern. I hurry Astrath through to where Makri lies motionless with Chiaraxi standing over her. She's stopped the bleeding.

  "Is she alive?" I demand.

  "Just."

  "She shouldn't be," mutters Astrath, as he studies the wound, and Chiaraxi agrees with him. Astrath takes out a small clear crystal. It's a lifestone, carried by most Sorcerers. One of its properties is that when held next to a person's skin it glows with a green light. Unless they're dead. Then it doesn't glow at all. Astrath presses it on Makri's forehead. We strain to make out any colouring in the crystal. At first nothing happens and then, with painful slowness, the tiniest flicker of green appears.

  Astrath stands up, looking troubled. He doesn't seem to want to say anything. I tell him to spit it out.

  "No one recovers from that," he says, glancing at the crystal, which has already returned to its colourless state.

  It seems clear that only Makri's great inner strength, derived from her mixed blood, has kept her alive. Even that is fading now.

  "Take the bolt out!" screams Gurd suddenly, as his emotions pour out in a great burst.

  Chiaraxi shakes her head. The bolt is buried in the bone. Even attempting to move it will kill Makri for sure.

  "I've given her amacia herb," she says. "It'll strengthen her. I can't do any more."

  Astrath speaks a spell over the body. I recognise it as a spell for strengthening the body's resistance. Very good if you have the plague. Not so helpful if you have eight inches of crossbow bolt buried inside you. Astrath and Chiaraxi hold out no hope. The amacia herb and the spell will do no more than delay the inevitable, and not for long. They can't even estimate how long Makri will stay alive, as she should be dead already. So I can't think of anything to do but wait till she dies then go and kill Sarin.

  "What's happening?"

  It's Dandelion. She yells in horror when she sees Makri. I'm too upset by events to care. My sleeves are still wet with Makri's blood.

  Dandelion turns to me. "The dolphins' healing stone!"

  So desperate is the situation that I'm prepared to grasp at the straw. "The healing stone? Is it real?"

  "Of course it's real. I keep telling you. It will heal anything, but it was stolen."

  A flash of inspiration strikes. One that should have struck before. Ixial the Seer. He couldn't recover from his wounds, but he did.

  "What's the healing stone like?" I demand.

  "I don't know."

  "What do you mean, you don't know?" I roar.

  Dandelion quails, thinking I'm about to strike her. I might.

  "I never asked them what it was like. I just know it's their healing stone."

  I want to rush off and find Ixial but I force myself to calm down and think. No use running blindly around town not even knowing what I'm looking for. The dolphins that talk live out in the bay. It's about a twenty-minute ride there. Too long.

  "I could try calling from the harbour," says Dandelion. "They sometimes swim close enough to hear."

  I agree to try. And I ask Astrath if he can locate Ixial for me.

  "Maybe, if you have something belonging to him. Otherwise, maybe not."

  I don't have anything. Or anything he's touched. I rack my brains for inspiration. There's the gold in the statue. If he was behind the bullion robbery he might have touched that.

  I take out the magic purse and drag the top of it down. In the general horror about what has happened to Makri no one even gasps as the statue appears.

  Astrath Triple Moon shakes his head. "No use, Thraxas. It's been in the magic space. Any lingering aura will be wiped off."

  I step outside and return with the sledgehammer, then smash more of the bronze covering off, revealing a fresh piece of gold. "How about that? It's been covered all the time it's been in there."

  Astrath fingers his short grey beard. "I might get something."

  "Do what you can, then meet me at the bottom of Moon and Stars Avenue."

  Gurd's old horse won't make another journey with two people on its back. I hurry along Quintessence Street with Dandelion, looking for a landus. The first one that trots past has some sort of minor official in the back. I grab the reins, bringing it to a halt, then brandish my sword.

  "Need this landus," I say.

  He leaps out, uttering threats. I punch him, and he falls down.

  "Take us to the harbour and make it quick," I tell the driver.

  I'm still carrying my sword. He takes us to the harbour, and he makes it quick.

  Dandelion says she once talked to a dolphin at the furthest edge of the longest pier. We head there, out past the triremes and biremes docked for loading and unloading. The hulks are quiet in the evening, each burning only a small harbour light at the bow and stern. A few Securitus men, hired by the harbour authority, patrol the docks at night, but we encounter no one as we run along the pier. I don't run too far these days, as a rule. I feel my heart pounding with the effort, but I ignore it. Dandelion stumbles and falls. I drag her up. She's cut her foot on a sharp piece of metal and leaves a blood-stained footprint behind as we rush on. At the furthest part of the harbour is a breakwater which juts far out into the sea, providing shelter from the wind for incoming vessels. We stop when we can go no further.

  "Well?" I demand.

  Dandelion looks out over the dark sea. The sun has dipped over the horizon, its last rays casting a dark red hue over the water. Like wine, as I believe an Elvish poet once said. Dandelion tilts her head slightly and emits a very strange sound, a high-pitched whine with clicks and gurgles mixed in. We wait. Nothing happens. She does it again. I glance at her with fury. If this is her idea of a joke I'm going to throw her into the sea.

  "Where are the dolphins?" I practically scream.

  She makes the noise a third time. I'm about to turn on my heels and go off looking for Ixial when she suddenly calls and points. Right underneath us a dolphin has poked its head through the surface and looks at Dandelion expectantly.

  "What'll I say?"

  "Tell it I'm here to find the healing stone. And tell it I have no time to waste."

  They gurgle and whistle to each other for what seems like an eternity, though I suppose it's reasonably fast for a conversation between a dolphin and a human. Dandelion finally turns to me and tells me that the dolphins' healing stone is vaguely cross-shaped, made of black stone and about the size of a man's hand. That seems like enough to be going on with.

  "It was on the altar of their undersea temple far off in the bay and a diver took it when they were all playing out at sea. The temple is—"

  "Tell me the details later," I grunt. I head off, leaving the barefoot Dandelion to commune further with the
dolphin.

  Now I know what I'm looking for. If Astrath has done the business with the gold in the statue he might be able to tell me where to search. He's already waiting for me in a landus at the corner of Quintessence Street and Moon and Stars Avenue. Gurd is there too.

  "Any luck?"

  "Yes. Ixial the Seer's aura is all over the gold. I scanned the city and found him in Twelve Seas."

  "Twelve Seas? You sure?"

  "Yes. He's at the official residence of Prefect Tholius."

  Prefect Tholius. That's probably something that's going to make sense when I have time to think about it.

  "What are you going to do?" says the Sorcerer.

  "Find the healing stone. Kill anyone who gets in my way."

  "Lets go," says Gurd.

  His axe hangs at his hip. It's good to have Gurd along. It's a long time since we fought anyone together. I tell Astrath he doesn't need to come too. If he gets involved in a brawl with Prefect Tholius he'll never be readmitted to the Sorcerers Guild. But he wants to come anyway. There's no time to argue so we set off fast for Tholius's official residence in Tranquillity Lane which, apart from the church and the public baths, is the only decent building in Twelve Seas.

  I'm trying to think of the best way to approach matters. I just don't have time for anything fancy. If I'm lucky Ixial will gladly hand over the dolphins' healing stone, but it's not too likely. For one thing he'll want to keep such a useful item for himself. For another, it would mean publicly admitting to theft from the dolphins. While that isn't actually a crime, it's a taboo act and would effectively end his career as head of a monastery.

  I seethe with frustration as heavy traffic hinders our progress. We ride in silence, knowing that every second we are away Makri is very likely to die.

  When we reach Tranquillity Lane and turn into the side street leading to the official residence we have a stroke of good fortune. Prefect Tholius himself is walking towards us in the company of Ixial the Seer. They're alone, without bodyguards, and they're taken by surprise as we screech to a halt and leap from the landus.

  Suddenly confronted by an Investigator, a Barbarian and a Sorcerer, all apparently mad, the Prefect is taken aback. He demands to know what we want.

  "The healing stone. And I want it now."

  "What are you talking about?" demands Tholius.

  I ignore him and turn to Ixial. "The healing stone."

  Gurd slips beside him and raises his axe. Ixial prepares to defend himself. I remember his reputation as a fighter. I don't have time for this.

  "Kill them with the heart attack spell," I say to Astrath Triple Moon.

  Astrath raises an arm.

  "Give him the healing stone!" yells Prefect Tholius, clutching nervously at his chest.

  "He is not carrying a heart attack spell," says Ixial calmly, proving that he can indeed see many things. He strides towards Astrath. I slug him hard on the back of the head as he passes by, and he falls to the ground unconscious.

  "You didn't see that," I mutter. I start to search him while Gurd keeps his axe close to the Prefect's neck.

  "You know you're going to a prison ship?" rasps Tholius with impotent fury.

  I find the healing stone. Small, black and shaped roughly like a cross.

  "I'll see you on board," I reply. "Get in my way and I'll have to get you involved in the golden statue affair."

  Tholius's eyes widen and he suddenly finds he has nothing to say. I figured it was a safe bet he was involved somehow along with Ixial. It makes sense of his keenness to dispose of Grosex without answering too many questions. Makes sense of some other things, but I can think about that later.

  We jump back into the landus. Gurd takes the reins and we set off. I pass the stone to Astrath and he studies it as we make all possible speed back to Quintessence Street. Dust floats up from the sun-baked earth and more pedestrians are forced to scatter as we pass.

  "Worked it out yet?" I ask the Sorcerer. The Avenging Axe is now very close.

  "I have never seen anything like it before. The dolphins say it fell from the sky?" He turns it over in his hands, studying it carefully. "I don't really know what it is. It certainly feels powerful though."

  Darkness has fully descended as we arrive back at the Avenging Axe. I estimate I've been gone no more than an hour. I send up a quick prayer as I run with the others through to the back room where Makri still lies on the table with the terrible wound in her chest. Now gathered in the room are Chiaraxi, Tanrose, Dandelion, Soolanis, Palax and Kaby. Only Quen is absent. Misery pervades the scene.

  "I've got the stone!"

  I expect this to produce some signs of hope. No one shows any signs of hope.

  "You're too late," sighs Tanrose. "Makri died."

  "No she didn't," I protest. "She just looks dead."

  She does indeed look very dead.

  "She has a strong constitution," I say. "Elf blood. Orc blood. Human . . ."

  Chiaraxi shakes her head.

  Astrath Triple Moon places his hand on Makri's brow then takes out his lifestone and touches her skin. It doesn't glow, not even a flicker.

  "Try the dolphins' stone," I scream.

  He places it first on her forehead and then on the wound. He touches it to the area just below her navel, where the centre of energy is located. Nothing happens, apart from Kaby expressing a great wail and slumping to the floor.

  Astrath looks around helplessly. I grab the healing stone and try myself. Still nothing happens, though when I touch the stone I feel a warm glow in my fingers.

  "It's not working. Piece of junk."

  Astrath, calmer than me, takes the stone back. Noticing that Dandelion's foot is still bleeding from the accident at the harbour, he bends down to touch the injury. Before our eyes it heals up wondrously. In a matter of seconds the blood stops flowing and the skin has regenerated itself.

  So the stone does work. And Makri is still dead.

  "Is she really?" says Tanrose.

  "I'm afraid so," replies Astrath, and Chiaraxi nods in agreement.

  I take the healing stone again and place it on Makri's wound. Nothing happens. I stand there stupidly for a long time, waiting for her to come back to life. She doesn't. There doesn't seem to be anything else to do.

  I take a tankard, walk through to the beer taps, fill it up, drain it, fill it up again, then walk back to where Makri lies and slump on the floor myself. No one speaks. The only sound is Kaby's sobbing, with a few others joining in as the mood takes them. Soolanis has drunk herself sober and sits rigidly in a chair with a bottle of klee, trying to get drunk again.

  It flickers dimly in my mind that I now probably know most of what has been going on with the statue and Drantaax, but I'm in no mood to piece it all together. I have only two things in mind. One, I'm going to get drunk. Two, I'm going to kill Sarin the Merciless.

  Heavy boots sound outside. Captain Rallee enters. If he's come to harass me about something he's picked a poor time. I stand up to confront him, ready to take out some of my anger.

  He hasn't come to harass me. He's heard about Makri. Someone reported to the Guards that a strange young woman was shot down in Quintessence Street and he guessed the rest. He's come to pay his respects.

  "I'm sorry about this," says the Captain, looking sadly at Makri's body. Kaby is now crying uncontrollably. Without really registering the fact I notice that her boyfriend Palax's head is lolling on his shoulders and his eyes have the vacant look indicating a heavy dose of dwa.

  "Who did it?"

  "Sarin the Merciless."

  "What's behind it?"

  "The King's gold," I mumble, seeing no reason to conceal anything from Captain Rallee any longer.

  I lead Captain Rallee through to the front of the tavern, now empty of customers. There I take the purse from my pocket and draw down its edges, exposing the statue underneath. The gold shines through, glinting in the light from the torches on the walls.

  "That's the King's gold?" says
Rallee.

  I nod.

  The front door opens.

  "Correction. My gold."

  It's Ixial the Seer. He walks forward. Behind him the massed ranks of the monks of the Star Temple file into the tavern.

  The upstairs door bangs open.

  "The statue is mine," says the Venerable Tresius, from the top of the stairs. He's slipped up the outside stairs and come into the tavern through my rooms. Behind him are gathered the massed ranks of the monks of the Cloud Temple.

  The yellow monks descend the stairs in silence. The red monks fan out to meet them. Gurd, hearing the conversation, arrives to see what's happening. Captain Rallee looks questioningly at me.