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could drive him from his feet – though he was wincing and had his face bent to one shoulder to shield his eyes. Smoky lay motionless on the floor. Stoop was cradling the mage's head and examining his eyes.
The magus had not moved at all; he stood now with his arms crossed.
Kyle crawled to Stoop. ‘Will he be all right?’
Stoop cuffed the mage's cheek. ‘Think so. He's a tough one.’
Kyle peered around; Cowl and his two followers were gone. ‘Where are the Veils?’
‘They're on the job.’
Kyle straightened up. ‘What do you mean? On the job?’
The old saboteur jerked his head to the magus.
‘No!’ Kyle pushed himself to his feet.
‘Lad?’ Stoop squinted up. ‘What's that, lad?’
‘They can't. They mustn't…’
Stoop took hold of Kyle's arm. ‘The fiend's a menace to everyone. We've had a hand in its rousing so we ought to—’
‘No! He hasn't threatened anyone.’
Stoop just shook his head. ‘Sorry. That's not the way things work. We can't risk it.’
Kyle pulled away and staggered out to the courtyard.
‘Lad!’
As he ran, he could not help flinching with every step. He was certain that at any instant lightning would blast him into charredflesh. But nothing struck. No lightning flashed, nor one crossbow bolt flew – he also feared summary justice from the Guard for his disobedience. There were shouts; the voices garbled through the howling wind. The magus remained as immobile as any one of the other stone statues decorating the court. His heavy-browed head was cocked to one side as if he were listening. Listening for some distant message.
Kyle vaulted benches, crossed mosaics of inlaid white and pink stone. At some point he had drawn his sword – perhaps not the wisest thing to do while charging a magus or possible Ascendant. But he would have to stop to sheathe it, and he couldn't bring himself to throw it away either. Somewhere about lurked Cowl and his two Veils.
‘Ancient One!’ he shouted into the gusting, lashing wind. ‘Look out! ’
The being uncrossed his arms. His crooked smile grew. Cowl appeared then at the man's back: he just stepped out from empty air. Something unseen tripped Kyle, sending him tumbling and sliding along the slick rock. Cowl struck with a blurred lashing of both arms.
Kyle yelled his frustrated rage. The world burst into shards of white light. He spun while an explosion boomed out. The noise echoed and re-echoed, transforming into a terrifying world-shaking laughter that roared on and on while he spun falling and tumbling, terrified that it would never end or that he would at any instant smash to pieces upon rocks.
Distantly, beneath the roaring, he heard a woman say in the Guard's native tongue, ‘So, what in Shadow's smile was that?’
A man answered, ‘I'm not sure.’
‘Did you connect?’
‘Yes, surprisingly. Solid. At the end though – strange. Still, he's gone for good. I'm sure.’
The woman spoke again, closer, ‘What of this one?’
‘He's alive. Looks like the sword took most of the blast.’
A hand, cool and wet, held his chin, edged his head back and forth. The woman asked, ‘Can you hear me?’
Kyle couldn't answer. It was as if had lost all contact with his flesh. Slowly, darkness gathered once more: a soft furry dark that smothered his awareness. The woman spoke again but her voice was no more than a murmur. Then silence.

Pain jabbed him awake. A fearsome blazing from his right hand. Blearily, he raised it to his eyes and found it swaddled in rags. He frowned, tried to remember something.
     
‘With us again, hey?’ a familiar hoarse voice asked.
He edged his head up, hissed at the bursts of starry pain that throbbed within his skull. Stoop was sitting next to him. They were within one of the rooms carved from black basalt. A guardsman sat propped up against a wall beyond Stoop. Rags wrapped his face where one brown eye stared out, watching him like a beacon burning far off on the plains at night.
Kyle looked away, swallowed to wet his