Door would take her. Yet she appeared right where you wanted the portal to go. I would like to study the spell you used to create the portals. Perhaps we can find more writings by the same author and deduce what makes the spell work.”
“We might also want to investigate the possibility of using a key to unlock closed Doors,” added Lord Habas. “I feel rather exposed, having a Door into my laboratory open when I’m not there. If someone were to gain entrance to Egam’s cave right now, he could be inside the Palace walls without anyone knowing. If I closed the Door behind me to prevent that, I would not be able to return myself.”
Shanor fell asleep on the couch while the three magicians discussed the possibilities until the wee hours of the morning.
The next day they decided to check out Habas’ library for references to teleportation. Shanor was given instructions not to use the Doors and was told that they may be gone for several days. The three masters then walked through the Door and disappeared.
The magicians spent several days going through Lord Habas’ library, but could not find any further references to teleportation. “I think we need to take a break,” Egam sighed.
“I think we need to get access to some of the religious libraries,” said Jenneva.
“That’s not likely,” countered Lord Habas. “They guard their libraries well and they don’t cater to magicians coming to read their volumes.”
“Perhaps,” ventured Jenneva, “but it wouldn’t hurt to ask. I think I need to get out for a while. Can you tell me how to find the Red Sword barracks?”
Lord Habas smiled. He wondered when she would get around to asking. “Allow me to guide you, Jenneva. It could be embarrassing should someone ask how you entered the Palace.”
Jenneva saw Alex instructing some soldiers in the proper technique for climbing a rope. Concentrate, Alex. Never doubt your abilities. Or your friends. Alex slipped and fell off the rope. Amidst the laughter, Alex picked himself up and sauntered over to Jenneva. He embraced her and Jenneva kissed him lightly on his cheek. “Oscar is getting married,” she whispered. Alex looked over his shoulder and told Mitar to take over the training.
“Where have you come from?” asked Alex. “And what do you mean Oscar is getting married? To whom?”
“You have an awful lot of questions, Lieutenant. Can you get off for a few days? We can go together to the wedding if you’re available.”
“Sure,” agreed Alex. “I wouldn’t miss this show for anything. Let me go arrange the time off. Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”
Chapter 3
Wedding
Shouts and screams rang through the night. The raid on the Temple of Aara, Goddess of Air, in Celtid had gone bad from the start. A dozen Black Devils were massed by the rear door of the temple when an acolyte ventured into the courtyard. His shouts caught everyone by surprise. The Black Devils should have broken off the raid at that point, but confusion reigned and the Black Devils attacked. Priests and acolytes poured out of their rooms and into the courtyard. The Black Devils slashed into them with daggers. Mordac had warned them not to use obvious magic during the raids, but threatened Black Devils unleashed fireballs to protect themselves and the temple caught fire.
The Black Devils succeeded in killing thirty devotees, but the fire prevented them from retrieving the books. Two of the Black Devils had been slain and they carried off the bodies when they left the temple grounds.
Dalgar was breathing heavily. He wondered if the other teams were running into these kinds of problems. He told Aurora to change into colorful clothes and investigate what was happening at the temple. Then he ordered his cohorts to bury the bodies.
Aurora returned an hour later. “They have most of the books and statues loaded on carts at the front of the temple. It looks like they may be planning on moving them to some place safe.”
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