(eng) Patrick Weekes - Rogues of the Republic 02 by The Prophecy Con

Author:The Prophecy Con [Con, The Prophecy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Captain Pyvic sat in the kahva-house with Ululenia, Desidora, and Ghylspwr. After rescuing Desidora and losing the fairy book that might have explained what everyone wanted with the damned elven manuscript, none of them had gotten a lot of good sleep the night before.

“All right,” he said, cradling a warm cup between his hands, “what do we know?”

“We know that someone unknown to us has access to the magic of the ancients,” Desidora said, cradling her hammer, “and they don’t want the knowledge contained in Ruminations upon the Unutterable to surface.”

Which also touches upon the ancients in some manner whose light has not yet opened the petals of our minds. Ululenia normally stuck with spring water, but this morning, she had put a teabag in it. Her dress was still lightly scorched in places from their battle with the golems.

Pyvic grimaced. “What I know about the ancients couldn’t fill this cup.” He glanced at Desidora. “Does your hammer know anything that could help us?”

“Kun-kabynalti osu fuir’is,” Ghylspwr rumbled.

“I’m sorry.” Desidora looked down at her hammer, then back at Pyvic with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “I don’t think Ghylspwr’s knowledge extends to magical safeguards left behind after the ancients departed.”

Pyvic let the thought bounce around in his mind a little. “Why would the ancients care about what happened to the world once they were gone?”

“Besyn larveth’is,” Ghylspwr said, sounding a little hurt.

“Of course you do,” Desidora murmured, then said to the rest of the group, “They fled the world to stop the Glimmering Folk from gaining a foothold. Perhaps there is still some danger that the Glimmering Folk could return.”

Were that true, Ululenia said, you would be a lynx and not a butterfly.

That made even less sense to Pyvic than what Ululenia normally said, but Desidora ducked her head, and quietly said, “Point taken.”

“So the Glimmering Folk are no longer a threat,” Pyvic said. That meant something, clearly. But what?

The door to the kahva-house banged open, and Justicar Derenky stepped in. His freckled face was flushed, and his blond hair was disheveled, as though he’d been running. He saw Pyvic and smiled, still breathing hard. “Captain.”

“Derenky.” Whatever Pyvic had been thinking about vanished. “Something couldn’t wait until I came in?”

“We weren’t certain when you’d come in, sir, given how much time you’ve been spending outside the office lately.” Derenky smiled at Ululenia and Desidora.

Pyvic smiled, clenching his teeth ever so slightly. “They’re helping with a case, Derenky.”

“Right, sir.” Derenky held up a file. “And to that end, we got back the information request you made on this Irreth . . . ethel . . .”

“The elf.” Pyvic took the file.

“I took the liberty of looking through it,” Derenky said as Pyvic flipped it open. “He is one of the few that regularly leaves the Elflands, which is why we have anything at all. He seems to be an agent of an important figure known only as the Dragon.”

Ululenia spit out her tea.

“Something you want to tell us?” Desidora asked.

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