James Wyatt - In the Claws of the Tiger

Janik Martell?

Not looking at the black-haired man beside him, Janik stared at the Blackcap Mountains far below the airship. He had watched the man since the voyage began, having pegged him as one of the Royal Eyes of Aundair. He gave a slight nod even as his left hand moved to the hilt of his short sword at his belt.

Id like to ask you a few questions. The mans voice was low and heavy. In the name of Queen Aurala of Aundair.

Janik pushed a wayward strand of tawny hair over his right ear and lifted his eyes toward the horizon, where the mountains sank down into hills and flowed into the plains and vineyards of Aundair. Were not across the border yet.

And its my job to make sure you dont get across the border if I dont like your answers.

Janik looked at the other spy, studying him. He was shorter than Janik by a hands breadth, and his hair was cut short. He wore a midnight blue coat open in front, revealing light armor-and the hilt of his sword-underneath. The two eyed each other for a moment, then Janik turned back to look down at the mountains again. So ask, he said.

Whats your destination?

Fairhaven.

How long are you staying there?

As short a time as possible.

Whats your business there? As the man asked the question, Janik felt the pressure in his mind that meant someone wanted access. No way, he thought, and mentally slammed a door in the intruders face while looking around to see who had cast the spell. A wiry man lurked in the shadows across the deck, holding a scroll. Janik spotted an open pouch bulging with scrolls at the mans belt and guessed that he was an artificer. Janik scowled and gripped the hilt of his sword.

The other man shrugged, raising both palms as if to ward off an angry outburst. Just a spell to check the truth of your words, Martell. Understandable in our line of work.

I dont like sneaking spellcasters. Janik jerked his head toward the artificer, who was rummaging in his pouch for another scroll. The Aundairian agent looked lazily over his shoulder, then turned back to Janik.

I dont suppose theres any way were going to convince you to submit to this spell? Prove you have nothing to hide?

Not a chance.

All right. Haunderk- The man made a sign to the artificer, and the wiry man slunk off toward the rear of the ship. So what is your business in Fairhaven?

Its personal.

Well, I hope you wont take it personally if I have you put off the ship.

Janik held his adversarys steady gaze. No, the man wasnt bluffing. After a long moment, he gave a grim smile and held out his hand. You never told me your name.

The Aundairian hesitated for a moment, then smiled and shook Janiks hand. Kelas irDarran.

All right, Kelas irDarran. Janik released his hand. Im visiting your fine capital to find my old friend Mathas Allister, who worked with me during the war. No doubt you have him under constant surveillance. I hope to enlist his aid for another mission.

Another expedition to Xendrik, in Brelands service?

Maybe Xendrik, but not for Breland. Weve been invited to Thrane, to an audience with the Keeper of the Flame herself. Janik smiled to himself as he watched Kelas stiffen. Aundair and Breland had been enemies during the Last War, but had also been allies at times. Nothing but bad feelings ran between Aundair and Thrane. Look, Kelas, he said. The Aundairian turned away from Janik to look at the fields of his homeland drawing closer beneath the airship. Im going to Aundair to collect my friend and leave. Honestly, I dont know what the Keeper wants with us. But if its the least bit political, Im out. Im not interested in that kind of work for Breland, let alone Thrane.

You dont know what she wants?

No idea. But she summoned me, so I can only assume it has something to do with my expertise, which is Xendrik, not subterfuge against Aundair.

And why would Janik Martell emerge from three years of quiet teaching in Sharn to answer a summons from the Keeper of the Flame? I thought you followed the Sovereign Host.

I used to. And I certainly have no interest in the faith of the Silver Flame. This isnt about religion. Its-well, like I said before, its personal. A sudden flash of anxiety hit Janik as he thought again about Danias letter. He fought it down, but his voice was choked as he said, Another old friend asked me to come.

Perhaps aware of Janiks discomfort, Kelas stared out over the bulwarks without saying anything. Janik turned away as well and stared blindly at the ring of elemental fire that surrounded the airship, keeping her airborne and propelling her through the skies. As they stood in silence, the mountains dwindled to foothills and Aundair stretched out in autumnal splendor beneath them. Janik lowered his gaze to the mosaic of red, yellow, orange, and brown leaves radiant in the evening light far below, enjoying a different experience of autumn than he had in Sharn-where the change of seasons just meant more rain.

Well, Janik Martell, Kelas said at last, welcome to Aundair. He clasped Janiks hand again and smiled. I hope your stay in Fairhaven is pleasant-and short. He turned and walked aft, leaving Janik alone with his thoughts.

Janik pulled Danias letter from the breast pocket of his coat and tapped it idly against the bulwarks. He hadnt seen Dania or Mathas since leaving them at an airship dock in Sharn three years ago. They had just returned from their famous expedition to Xendrik. On a mission for King Boranel of Breland, Janik had led his friends to ancient Mel-Aqat, a temple-city known from numerous ancient inscriptions. That mission had cemented Janiks reputation as a scholar and explorer, and it had shattered his life.

He had spent the last three years hiding-hiding from Mathas and Dania, hiding from the memory of that expedition and its disastrous outcome. The memory of Maija, his wife, betraying him.

He had thrown himself into his work-his teaching at Morgrave University, his translation of the stone tablets he had brought back from Mel-Aqat. Working, constantly moving, he had succeeded in suppressing those memories, at least during daylight. But the letter had brought them all back, and as he looked at the page in his hand once more, after reading it over and over for three days, it still made his chest tighten.

Janik lifted his gaze to the horizon, watching a hippogriff soaring in the distance. He stuffed Danias letter into his coat pocket and tried to force his thoughts back to where they had been before Kelas interrupted-planning his search for Mathas. He rattled off a mental list of places the old elf favored: fine restaurants, booksellers, perhaps a wizards college or even a university. Mathas could teach Xendrik history as well as Janik could, if he ever desired to do so. But soon he felt the same clenching anxiety that hit him every time he tried that line of thought. Searching for Mathas was one thing. Finding him was something else entirely.

Sovereigns! Whats he doing?

The cry jolted Janik out of his reflections. A woman had shouted, part of a well-dressed couple who had kept to themselves on the trip so far. Janik guessed they were newlyweds, celebrating their recent marriage with an airship journey. The young bride was pointing into the sky above the port side while her husband craned his neck curiously.

A hippogriff swooped low over the airship, and Janik saw what had drawn the womans attention. A man was on the hippogriffs back, not strapped into a saddle and harness, but standing. Just as Janik realized what was happening, the man jumped.