“Then he is a traitor.”
“No. He's a man who cares for those he is responsible for and to. He's the best of the Empire. If he's forced to turn, Tayschrenn, then we're the traitors. Am I getting through?”
The High Mage's face was lined with a deep, disturbed frown. “Yes, Adjunct,” he said quietly. “You are.” He looked up. “This task the Empress has commanded of me, it weighs heavily, Adjunct. These are not my strengths. It would do well if you dismissed me.”
Lorn gave that serious consideration. Mages by nature never commanded loyalty. Fear, yes, and the respect born of fear, but the one thing a mage found difficult to understand or cope with was loyalty. And yet there had been one mage, long ago, who had commanded loyalty-and that was the Emperor. She said, “High Mage, we are all agreed on one thing. The old guard must disappear. All who stood with the Emperor and still cling to his memory will ever work against us, whether consciously or unconsciously. Dujek is an exception, and there is a handful of others like him. Those we must not lose. As for the others, they have to die. The risk lies in alerting them to that fact. If we're too open we may end up with an insurrection the size of which could destroy the Empire.”
“Apart from Dujek and Tattersail,” Tayschrenn said, “we've cleaned out everyone else. As for Whiskeyjack and his squad, he's all yours, Adjunct.”
“With luck,” Lorn said, then frowned as the High Mage winced.
“What's the matter?”
He rose. “I peruse my Deck of Dragons nightly,” he said. “And I'm certain that Oponn has entered the world of mortal affairs. Tattersail's own reading did much to confirm my suspicions.”
Lorn looked at him sharply. “She's an Adept?”
“Far more adept than I,” Tayschrenn admitted.
Lorn thought. “What can you tell me of Oponn's involvement?”
“Darujhistan,” Tayschrenn replied.
Lorn closed her eyes. “I was afraid you'd say that. We need Darujhistan-desperately. Its wealth, coming into our hands, would break this continent's back.”
“I know, Adjunct. But the matter is even worse than you realize. I also believe that, somehow, Whiskeyjack and Tattersail are in league with one another.”
“Any word of what happened to Captain Paran?”