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“Your eyes-“
    “Mind your words,” Baryn warned him, “If you
know what I am or even guess, then you must hold your tongue and
give no one any indication that I am anything other than an old
servant.”
    “I could help you with whatever you are
planning. Please free me.”
    “Perhaps, but not yet,” returned Baryn. “As
long as that choker is around your neck, I can say no more about
what I intend. You cannot be trusted as long as you wear that
collar.”
    Kennath only nodded, being fully aware of
that fact. “Good,” Baryn continued, “Now I understand that the
sorcerer is here as well. Where can I find him?”
    “Sane is not here. He has been taken
somewhere outside of the city. They are making an army of magic
users to fight against the rebellion. Every magician that was not
rescued by the Collective has been taken there. They make Sane and
I train the domain magicians in how to use magic. We switch back
and forth every few months.”
    “When will Sane next be in the palace?” Baryn
asked. Both men were now speaking in whispers in case Prince Janus
or Gilkame was to open the door that they were just on the other
side of.
    “I’m unsure, but I think it will be soon.
When he is here, he is held in the dungeons. My imprisonment is
practically idyllic compared to his.”
    “Then I don’t have long to plan,” Baryn said
aloud and immediately wished he had not. Anything he revealed to a
collared magician could be revealed to the kingdom’s rulers. All
they had to do was ask the right question and the magician would be
compelled to answer. It was a surprise in and of itself that this
magician was given permission to speak freely, but that was
probably due to the necessity of training the relocated domain
magicians.
    “You will take me with you?” the gangly
magician pleaded.
    “If you keep quiet about my presence then I
will see to it that you are freed,” Baryn offered, “You will have
to be satisfied with that answer.”
    The magician nodded curtly.
    Voices came from the other side of the oak
door too faint to hear. Prince Janus was in there with Gilkame
Axebeard. The temptation to eavesdrop was too great to resist.
“Will you warn me if anyone else comes up here?”
    “I can do that,” Kennath agreed.
    Baryn manipulated his hearing so that he
could clearly understand the voices coming from the other side. It
was the prince’s irate voice that spoke first. “Why can’t you make
any more collars? Soon we will strike against the Collective and
the rats will no doubt flee like the vermin they are. We need to be
able to take some of them prisoner for interrogation so we can
learn their secrets.”
    “Your Highness, if there was any way I could
then I would happily make more collars, but my supply of blood has
gone dry since the orcs started patrolling their borders.”
    “Then we will empty out the dungeons of the
palace and make some use of the human wastes down there. That
should get us a few more control collars.”
    “Understood, my prince,” Baryn could almost
see the dwarf bowing, “your will be done.”
    They continued talking, but Baryn had heard
enough. The orc attack at Everec was in retaliation for the orc
lives taken to power the collars. The dwarf figured out how to use
the blood source, as a magician would unconsciously, to bind the
energy into a spell. If Kennath was to be believed there were
hundreds of magicians under Janus’ control. Entire villages of orcs
must have been sacrificed in the creation of those collars.
    Baryn crept back down to the Axebeards’
living quarters. He would have to find a way into the dungeons
unnoticed before Sane came back. The sorcerer’s life could not be
put at risk to fuel one of those collars. Baryn did not travel
across the sea just to get this far and fail. For now, surprise was
on his side, but Kennath could change that. He did not expect to be
identified so soon. The eyes were said to be the windows of the
soul and that magician just