The Chronicles Of Ixia. Books 1-6. Maria Snyder V.

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      “She’s with Healer Hayes,” he said, and when we failed to move, the man pointed to a long corridor. “Down the hall. Fifth door on the left.”

      “Few call her Irys,” Cahil explained as we hurried down the empty hallway.

      We stopped at the fifth one. The door was closed.

      “Come in,” Irys called before I could knock.

      I opened the door. Irys stood next to a man dressed in white. Healer Hayes perhaps. A figure lay under a sheet spread over a bed in the center of the room. Bandages shrouded the face.

      Leif hunched in a chair in the corner of the room, looking horrified. When he spotted me, he asked, “What’s she doing here?”

      “I asked her to come. She may be able to help,” Irys said.

      “What’s going on?” I asked Irys.

      “Tula was found in Booruby near death. Her mind has fled, and we can’t reach her,” Irys explained. “We need to find out who did this to her.”

      “I can’t feel her,” Leif said. “The other Master Magicians can’t reach her. She’s gone, Fourth Magician. You’re just wasting time.”

      “What happened?” Cahil asked.

      “Beaten, tortured, raped,” the healer said. “You name something horrible, and it’s probably been done to her.”

      “And she was fortunate,” Irys said.

      “How can you call that fortunate?” Cahil demanded. His outrage evident in the sudden tautness of his shoulders, 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 СКАЧАТЬ