The Singers of Nevya by Louise Marley

Author:Louise Marley [Marley, Louise]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, General, Science Fiction, Fantasy, Magic, Imaginary Places, Singers, (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯)
ISBN: 9780982073049
Google: lbwDQgAACAAJ
Amazon: 0982073046
Publisher: Fairwood Press
Published: 2009-11-15T05:00:00+00:00

It would have been easier with a filhata. Sira had to make do with her filla. In her narrow visitor’s room, she sat on the bed with her long legs crossed and her filla ready. She reasoned that she needed to know what troubled Magister Kenth in order to continue with Zakri. If they were forced to leave now, anything might happen. Iban’s shielding was not strong enough to withstand Zakri’s errant psi. And she meant no harm to the House. Rather the opposite.

Despite her careful rationalization, it was hard for Sira to begin. She turned the filla in her hand for several moments, thinking how long she had had it, and how many hours she had spent with the instrument. Never had she expected to use it in such a way. She sighed, and put the shining ironwood to her lips to begin a melody in Mu-Lidya. If anyone heard her, they could assume she was entertaining herself. She hoped no one would, though, especially the Cantor and Cantrix who served Tarus. They were both considerably older than herself, and had shown no interest in her presence here.

Borne on the drift of her melody, Sira’s psi reached easily through the House. As she searched for Magister Kenth, she heard the minds of workers in the kitchens and in the stables, the unencumbered thoughts of fishermen and gardeners. She intruded on none of them, needing only the lightest touch to know these were not the ones she sought. She played on, moving higher in the House, to the upper levels.

Here she encountered minds that were not so easy to hear. One was a man struggling with a column of numbers. Another was a woman concerned with some complicated House repair that had been going on for a long time. There were two glowing Gifted minds, in separate places. Sira identified and avoided them, and went on. She thought perhaps she would need to look in the nursery gardens, or the ubanyor. She was about to divert her psi when she touched something very odd.

It must be at the very top of the House, she thought, far from the great room and the Cantoris, away from any center of activity. It seemed to be a person, but the mind was a maelstrom, a tangle of dark and confused thoughts. Sira shied away, believing this was not her object, then came back to touch the troubled mind again, moved by both curiosity and sympathy.

It was no use. This was a mind destroyed, lost in its own twisted paths, its identity obscured by madness. Sira stopped playing and sat for some time, wondering, turning her filla in her fingers. The prompting of her psi told her she had found her answer. Hopeful that it was so, she tucked her instrument back inside her tunic, and went out into the corridor.

Tarus was a House full of life. Many apartment doors stood open, inviting visitors. Talk and laughter poured out into the hallways, and as

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