Of Truth and Beasts

Wynn Hygeorht paced the floor of her room inside Calm Seatt’s branch of the Guild of Sagecraft. Shade, a large wolflike dog with charcoal black fur, lay on the small bed, watching her through crystal blue eyes.

Wynn was in trouble, and she knew it.

Only one night before, Wynn and Shade, and her other companion, Chane Andraso, had returned from Dhredze Seatt, the mountain stronghold of the dwarves. In that place, Wynn had disobeyed every order and every warning from her superiors. The repercussions were staggering. By now, word of her return had surely spread through the guild to its highest ranks. It was only a matter of time before she would be summoned before the Premin Council.

“Where’s Chane?” she whispered absently, still pacing.

Whatever happened tonight, he’d want to know. He’d taken guest quarters across the keep’s inner courtyard, but it was well past dusk, and he was late.

She nearly jumped when the knock at her door finally came. Pushing strands of wispy brown hair away from her face, she hurried to open it.

“Where have you ... ?”

It wasn’t Chane outside the door.

There stood a slender young man only a few fingers taller than Wynn. He was dressed in the gray robe of a cathologer, just like her. His shoulders were slumped forward, as if in a perpetual cringe.

“Nikolas?” Wynn said, then quickly dismissed her confusion and smiled. He was one of the few friends she had left inside the guild.

He didn’t smile back. In fact, he wouldn’t even look her in the eyes.

“You ... you’ve been summoned,” he whispered, swallowing hard halfway through. “Premin Sykion says you’re to come straightaway to the council’s chamber. And you’re supposed to leave the ...” He glanced once toward Shade. “You’re to leave the dog here.”

Wynn just stared at him. But she’d known this was coming. Hadn’t she? She straightened, smoothing down her own gray robe.

“Give me a moment,” she said. “Go tell the council that I’ll come directly.”

He hesitated nervously, then nodded. “I’ll walk slowly. Buy you a little time.”

Wynn gave him a sadder smile. “Thank you.”

She watched him disappear down the passage, but she closed the door only partway. She took a breath before turning about, for the next part wouldn’t be easy.

“Shade, stay here,” she said firmly. “You cannot come.”

Wynn used as few words as possible, as Shade’s understanding of language wasn’t fluent yet.

With a low rumble, Shade flattened her ears and launched off the bed.

Wynn was ready. She spun through the half-open door and jerked it shut. The door shuddered as Shade slammed into the other side with her full bulk. Then the howling began.

“Stop that!” Wynn called through the closed door.

With no time for Shade’s drama over being left behind, she gathered up her robe’s skirt and hurried down the passage to the end stairs, and then out into the night air of the courtyard.

She made her way across to the old stables and storage building, long ago converted to workshops, laboratories, and, of course, the guest quarters. Slipping through one outer door, she headed upstairs to a door she knew well. These were the same quarters once used by her old ally, Domin Ghassan il’Sänke of the guild’s Suman branch, far to the south. She knocked lightly.

“Chane, are you there?”

No one answered, and anxiety swelled inside her. Where could he be? She had to at least let him know she’d been summoned.

She knocked again, more sharply.

“Chane?”

A scuffle rose beyond the door, followed by the sound of rumpling paper and a sudden screech of wooden chair legs on a stone floor. This time, the door opened, but the room beyond was dark. Wynn looked up at Chane Andraso towering over her, his face pale as always.

“What in the world were you ... ?” She stopped midquestion.

Chane’s clothes were wrinkled, and his red-brown hair was disheveled. He blinked several times as if she’d just roused him from dormancy. And ...

“Umm, you have a piece of parchment stuck to your face.”

His eyes cleared slightly, and he reached up. Instead of grabbing the torn scrap, he swatted at it with his hand, and it fell past Wynn into the passage.

“Did I wake you?” she asked in confusion.

Chane always woke the instant the sun fully set. Light from the passage’s small cold lamp seeped into the guest quarters’ outer study. The chair behind the old desk was pushed at an awkward angle against the wall. A pile of books and papers was lying haphazardly all over the desk, and some had even fallen to the floor.

“I must have read too late ... near this morning,” he rasped in his maimed voice.

Wynn raised one eyebrow. Chane had fallen dormant at the desk, not aware that dawn was coming? She shook her head, for they had larger problems.

“I’ve been summoned.”

Realization spread over his handsome features as he came to full awareness.

“I am coming,” he returned instantly, stepping backward to grab the room key off the desk.