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Chapter 146: Searching for Traces, Finding the Cause (Part 2)

The back of his neck ached with the specific quality of pain that said: you were hit there, and hard, and recently.

Theo opened his eyes. His hands were behind him. His ankles were fastened to the chair legs. The room was small and abandoned — broken plaster on the walls, half a marble statue decomposed to its lower half, dust in the corners thick enough to have been aging for years. No windows. One oil lamp on the wall. He had no read on the time.

“He’s awake,” said someone behind him.

A woman stepped in front of him and lifted his chin. She was masked — a cloth that covered her from nose to brow, robes that hid her build. She wanted not to be identified. He catalogued this and moved on.

“Your name,” she said. “Don’t lie.”

“Theo.” He gave it cleanly, without pause.

“From Fallen Dragon Ridge to Silver City, that’s a significant distance.” Her voice had been sharpened by some recent emotion — not anger, but the effort of maintaining composure over something she was angry about. “Why were you looking for us?”

“I wasn’t looking for you. I was looking for witches.” He kept his voice level. “The Witch Cooperation Association sent me.”

“The Association.” A silence. “They’re in the Seawind Region. In the east. You’ll have to do better than that.”

“They were in the east. They’ve been in the Western Territory since before last winter. They were trying to reach the Holy Mountain, couldn’t find it, settled in a town called Border Town at the foot of the Impassable Mountain Range, and discovered that the Demon’s Bite stopped.” He watched her face and saw nothing helpful behind the mask. “Since then they’ve been trying to reach other witches. I helped them once — I drew off a Judge pursuit when one of their members was being tracked. They trusted me enough to send me here.”

“The names,” she said. “If this is true, you’ll know them.”

“Cara. Snake witch. Her ability involves a construct she calls Nothingness — it neutralizes poison. Wendy. Scroll.” He paused, then added: “Cara goes by the Snake Witch. I’ve seen the construct working. It’s real.”

Behind him, a second voice — quieter, the one who had been called Shadow. The two of them were whispering in the particular register of people who wanted to deliberate without appearing to deliberate, which told him they were new to this. He had been interrogated by professionals and he had watched professionals conduct interrogations, and the first error amateurs made was exactly this: binary questions with no space between kill him and let him go.

He kept his body language frightened. Slightly. The amount that would make them confident without making them certain.

“You’re not afraid of us,” the masked woman said suddenly. It wasn’t quite an accusation.

“Should I be? Witches have abilities I don’t. But they don’t hurt ordinary people for no reason.” He let a small amount of the truth into his voice, which was the most reliable kind of lie. “And the ones I know are the opposite of frightening. If I feared them, I wouldn’t have traveled this far to deliver their message.”

“If someone went to Border Town,” the masked woman said, “how would they find the Association?”

“Some witches can see magic. There are several in Border Town now. If a witch arrived, she’d be found.”

“Shadow,” the masked woman said, without looking away from him. “Your thoughts.”

“I’m not sure.” Shadow’s voice was younger. “Shouldn’t we wait for our sister? She’ll know what to do.”

“All right.” The masked woman took a clean chair from the room’s edge, placed it across from him, and sat. Her posture had shifted — less interrogator, more person with a question she was genuinely curious about. “Our guide will take us out of the city. She’ll know what to make of your information.”

“Where are you going?”

She shook her head.

“You’re not from Silver City,” he said. “Your accent — Silver City imitates the King’s accent. You don’t.”

A hesitation. “The south.”

Witches from all over the kingdom, converging on a city, waiting for someone to take them somewhere. Another organization, then. Another network of women trying to stay alive in a world that spent considerable effort on the opposite outcome. He wondered where they were going, and who the guide was, and what the organization on the other end of the journey looked like.

Footsteps outside.

“Sister!” Shadow’s voice had the quality of relief.

The door opened.

The woman who entered was not masked. She was perhaps twenty-five, dark-haired — hair that fell nearly to her waist — and had the particular quality of someone who moves through rooms as if they’re already familiar with what the room will try to do to them. Her eyes caught the lamplight in a way that made Theo look twice: golden irises, clear and light in the dim room, like coins seen through water.

There was a scar above her left eye, beginning at the brow and running to the cheekbone. It had been there long enough to have settled into her face without diminishing it.

She looked at him with the directness of someone who has already made a preliminary assessment and is now checking it.

“He’s the one who spread the news through the underground channels?” she asked. Then, to the masked woman: “What did you learn?”

The masked woman summarized. The woman with golden eyes listened without interrupting, then walked past Theo and stood in front of him, looking at him the way a person looks at a map — not at the map’s appearance but at what the map tells them about where they are.

“If the Witch Cooperation Association had genuinely found safety,” she said, “they would never have advertised their location. Not with the same name they were already known by. A public announcement would bring the Church as surely as it brought this man.” Her voice was steady, and the steadiness had a quality of authority rather than coldness. “Either the Association has collapsed and someone is using their name as bait, or—” she paused “—they’ve found a protector. Someone who has calculated that the benefit of drawing witches in outweighs the cost of the Church learning their location.”

“That’s a lord’s calculation,” Theo said. “Not a witch’s.”

She looked at him.

“I know,” she said.

She stepped back and addressed the other two. “The ship arrives at midnight. You’ll leave on it tonight. I’ll escort you to the harbor.” She turned to Theo. “I’ll be following you to Border Town. Separately.” She glanced at him. “If this is a trap, it won’t end well for anyone involved.”

“If it’s a trap, I’m already in it,” he said. “They sent me, and I came.”

“When you return, tell Tilly I’ll be late. A few days — possibly more, if I find other witches on the way.”

He filed the name away. “I’ll tell her.”

Shadow made a sound of concern. “But if it’s—”

“Then I go, and I find out, and I come back.” The woman with golden eyes said it simply, as one states a fact about the weather. “Someone has to.”

She began to move toward the door. Then she paused and looked back at Theo.

“Your ropes.”

“I can manage,” he said.

A sound that might have been amusement. She left, and the other two followed, and the door stayed open behind them.

He began working the knots.

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