Stone of Tears

“I said I know it’s not easy, this journey.” He plunked the dark brown bag of gold on the table. This should make it possible. Twenty now, as agreed.”

Ahern pulled open the draw top and put two big fingers into the bag, counting, while Zedd idly watched people enjoying the food and drink and music. He was anxious to be off to Nicobarese.

This some kind of joke?”

Zedd brought his attention back to Ahern. With two fingers, the big man drew a coin from the bag and flicked it across the table. The coin spun with a dull color before finally toppling over, making a sound just as dull. Zedd stared incredulously.

The coin looked just like an ordinary coin. Except it was wood instead of gold.

“I… I… well…”

Ahern had poured the rest of the gold coins into his big mitt and was now letting them tumble back into the purse. “And there are only eighteen here. You’re two short. I’m not taking wooden coins.”

Zedd smiled indulgently as he pulled the light brown purse from his robes. “I apologize, Ahern.” He swept the wooden coin from the table. “It would seem I gave you the wrong purse, the one with my lucky coin. I would never give that away, of course. It’s more valuable to me than gold.”

He peered into his purse. Seventeen. And two of those were wood, too. There should have been nineteen, altogether. His mind reeled as he tried to make sense of it. Could Master Hillman have tried to short him? No, that would be too clumsy a theft. Besides, to carve a coin from wood, hoping to pass it off as gold, would be witless.

“My other two gold?”

“Oh yes, yes.” Zedd pulled two gold coins from the purse and slid them across the table.

Ahern added them to his purse, jerked the drawstring tight, and stuffed the dark brown bag into a pocket. “I’m at your bidding, now. When would you like to leave?”

The silver coins that were turned to wood instead of gold did not concern the wizard; that could be explained. Somehow. But there were three coins missing. Vanished. That could not be explained. That did concern him. Concern him down to the bones in his toes.

“I would like to leave as soon as possible. At once.”

“You mean tomorrow?”

Zedd snatched up his hat. “No, I mean at once.” He glanced at the man’s puzzled frown. “My wife… there is no time to waste. She needs to get to her healers.”

Ahern shrugged. “Well, I just got back from Tristen. I’ll need to catch a little sleep. It’s going to be a long, hard run.”

Zedd reluctantly nodded his acquiescence. “First I’ll put the runners on the coach. That’ll take a couple of hours. Less if I can get one of these fellows to help me.”

Zedd thumped his cane. “No! Tell no one what you’re doing, or where you’re going. Don’t even tell anyone you’re leaving.” He snapped his mouth shut when he saw Ahern’s frown, and thought he had better say something to ease it. Those shadows you spoke of. Does no good to let them know where to point an arrow.”

Ahern stared down suspiciously as he stood to his full, towering height, drawing his longcoat on. “First you talk me into taking you to the accursed land of wizards and Confessors, and now this. I think I asked too little.” He flicked the ends of the coat’s belt together into a loose knot. “But a bargain is a bargain. I’ll get the coach set up, and get some provisions together before I snatch a little sleep. I’ll meet you back here three hours before dawn. We’ll be across the border and into Galea before midday tomorrow.”

“I have a horse at the stables. We might as well take her along. Stop by and fetch her before you come for us.” Zedd dismissed the man with an absent wave of his cane. “Three hours before dawn.”

His mind was racing in other directions. This was more serious than he had thought. It was imperative that they have help as soon as possible. Maybe the woman in Nicobarese who had had the three daughters had studied somewhere, perhaps someplace closer. Maybe they could find what they needed without going all that way. Time was of the essence.

The light only knows, Adie had said, where the woman had learned about the skrin. The “light” was a common reference to the gift. It was also an obscure reference to something else entirely. He thumped his cane on the floor. Must Adie always speak in sorceress’s riddles!

As Ahern headed for the door, the wizard rose and headed for the stairs.

Chapter 35

Zedd opened the door to be confronted by a haze of smoke that smelled of creosote. The window was opened, letting in icy cold air, and letting out the smoke. Adie sat on the bed, wrapped nearly to her neck in a blanket, brushing her straight, black and gray, jaw-length hair.

“What’s going on? What happened?”

She pointed with the hairbrush. “I be cold. I tried to start a fire.”

Zedd glanced to the hearth. “You need wood, Adie. You can’t have a fire without wood.”