Brothers Majere by Kevin Stein

Author:Kevin Stein [Stein, Kevin]
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, General, Fiction, Science Fiction, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Fantasy - General, Fiction - Fantasy, Fantasy - Series, Krynn (Imaginary Place)
ISBN: 9780786929719
Publisher: Wizards of the Coast
Published: 2003-06-01T04:00:00+00:00

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Shavas rose from her chair. "Raistlin Majere. Cara-mon Majere, Earwig Lockpicker. May I present to you the Council of the City of Mereklar.

"Lord Brunswick, Minister of Agriculture, and our gracious host. Lord Alvin, Minister of Property. Lord Young, Minister of Internal Affairs. Lord Creole, Minister of Labor. Lady Masak, Director of Records. Lord Wrightwood, Minister of Finance. Lord Cal, Captain of the Guard. Lady Volia, Director of Welfare. Lord Manion—" Shavas stopped. "Where is Lord Manion?"

The other officials glanced around.

"I don't know," said Lord Alvin in a sour voice. "He knew the time. I told him myself."

"He's never late. I don't like this." Shavas bit her lower lip. A line marred the marble smoothness of her forehead. Raistlin noticed that the fingers of one hand curled in on themselves, clenching into a fist.

"Perhaps we should wait," suggested the mage, rising to his feet.

"No . . . no." Shavas's face cleared, though with an obvious effort. "He will be here shortly, I'm certain."

"Very well. Councillor."

"Excuse us a moment, Councillor," said Lord Cal. "A word with you and the other members. In private." The ministers gathered around, talking in low voices. Raistlin, studying the people who had been studying him, decided he couldn't trust any of them. His experiences with officials in the past had taught him that alliances among rulers of state were both invisible and dangerous.

" 'The person caught in the webs of intrigue soon finds himself fed to the spider,'" he quoted to himself, recalling a proverb of the great political revolutionary, Eyavel. He wondered what they were discussing and was considering gliding forward to overhear, when a shrill giggle made him recall something important he'd meant to do. ISO

Majene

Leaning over Caramon's back, Raistlin grabbed Earwig by the collar and drew him near with a golden, skeletal hand.

"Earwig, do you recognize any of these men? Was one of them the one who tried to kill you?"

The kender shook his head almost immediately. "No, Raist. But I could ask if they know who he — "

Raistlin glared, gripping the kender more tightly. "If you dare say as much as one word, I'll turn you into glass and drop you from a mountaintop."

"Really? You'd do that for me?" Earwig, touched, reached over to clasp in appreciation the thin fingers that held him,

"Ouch! Ah!" The mage snatched his hand back quickly. "What did you do? You burned me!"

"Nothing! I didn't do anything, Raistlin!" Earwig protested, staring at his hand in bewilderment.

Raistlin grabbed the kender 's wrist. Holding it up to observe it better in the lamplight, he saw a plain golden ring on the fourth finger.

The mage glanced around quickly to see if anyone was watching. The ministers were still involved in their private concerns. "Earwig!" he whispered. "Where did you get this ring?"

"Ring? Oh, this! I found it somewhere," the kender replied glibly. "I think someone dropped it."

Raistlin took hold of the ring finger and muttered a simple spell. The ring began to glow, as if a light were shining on it from an unseen source.

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