Chapter 90 – On the Nature of Shadows


Month 1, Day 21, Thursday 7:30 a.m.

Thaddeus made his way through Harrow Hill Penitentiary’s cafeteria, a squat, dark room that carried over the feeling of confinement from its cells. He took coffee and a small breakfast, adding a few drops of his own specially prepared wakefulness tincture into the coffee. The tincture was an extract of the blood of several creatures from the Planes of Radiance, Air, and Water, along with the concentrated nutrients his body would need to continue functioning on a high level. He did not bother adding cream or sugar to the coffee, because the cream would curdle, and nothing could mask the taste.

He grimaced as he gulped the eye-watering liquid down. He didn’t mind the taste, but he hated the combination of sludgy feeling in his mouth and the deep, dark aftertaste in his stomach. Not quite as long-term a solution as Siverling’s sleep offloading spell, but Thaddeus had no desire to give up his rest forever, even in exchange for having more productive hours. Two of the factors that correlated with powerful thaumaturges maintaining their sanity were a structured lifestyle and indulgence in mortal desires. Work-life balance and hobbies, so to speak. Thaddeus’s work was his life, and he didn’t have many hobbies that didn’t involve magic in some way. Thus, sleep was one of his few indulgences now. Besides, he had spent more than enough years of his life going without it for long stretches at a time.

The thought of his provisional apprentice brought to mind the boy’s foolishness. Young Siverling hadn’t wanted it to be known, but Thaddeus strongly suspected the boy had been snooping into dangerous secrets, and hiding a few embarrassing ones of his own.

The clothes Siverling had been wearing, in addition to those stuffed hastily into his bag, were evidence enough. The boy had indeed been at the Silk Door, but the part he’d left out had been that he must have been in a liaison with someone dressed as a man, while himself dressed as a woman.

Young Siverling must have needed to leave in quite a hurry when Mr. Moore set off the alarm, and ended up borrowing his paramour’s clothing to do so, for some reason. Siverling’s normal clothes were of much higher quality than what he’d been wearing, and there was no other reason for a dress to be stuffed so hastily in his bag. It made the boy’s obliviousness—or perhaps thorough disinterest—to the girls who flirted with him around the University take on new meaning.

Thaddeus didn’t particularly care about his apprentice’s sex life or specific proclivities, but if the boy wanted to keep it a secret he would really need to learn to be more discreet.

Siverling was brazen in many ways, but not yet bold enough to do as he wished without fear of the whispers. Not like the Raven Queen.

Both Morrows had refused to speak of her at first, not with complete silence like Canelo, but with a strange combination of belligerence toward the coppers and fear of the Raven Queen. It had been a simple enough problem to overcome. As soon as the Red Guard had cleared them to leave the quarantine barrier, the coppers had taken them back to Harrow Hill and put them in separate interrogation cells. They started with intimidation tactics—threats of the gang members’ fates if they didn’t cooperate, reports that the victims and other member had spilled all the information, implicating the one who was still refusing to talk… And when that failed, they moved on to torture. Mild stuff, nothing that would leave them looking too pitiful in front of a potential audience. It took longer than Thaddeus had expected for the coppers to break them, due to their fear of the Raven Queen.

Canelo had apparently told the two that the Raven Queen would be displeased if they talked, and the mysterious woman had made enough of an impact on them for them to be willing to endure through the pain where many would have broken. The young one had even started blubbering aloud, praying for her to save him, and then, when he could hold out no longer, for her to forgive him.

It was fascinating.

Thaddeus supposed it was possible that the so-called Raven Queen really was a creature from an ancient, obscure race of shapeshifters with an affinity for shadows and dreams…but it seemed more likely that someone had been deliberately working to exaggerate her reputation. The shadow-creature that appeared when she was threatened might be a construct, a rare familiar, or even an Aberrant that she had managed to control. But whether or not she was fully human, what was important was that she was a powerful free-caster, and fully in control of her formidable faculties.

After they had broken under the questioning, the Morrows had both told the same story, which lined up with the reports from the victims and young Siverling. They had been attracted by the flare beacon that Canelo supposedly set off to call for their help detaining the Raven Queen. The girl claimed to have a deal with their captured leader, but they grew greedy and hoped to extort all three—Canelo, Moore, and the Raven Queen—who had seemed an unremarkable and unassuming young woman until they recognized her, almost as if she were luring them into a trap. Thaddeus was most interested in how the two young students had caught her in the first place.

Both men agreed that she had stopped a fireball spell mid-air with her bare, empty hands, then deflected it to the side and into the wall behind her.

After that, the Raven Queen had released the shadow creature, which absorbed the battle spells from their contraband wands without seeming to take any damage. Thaddeus suspected it was only selectively corporeal, letting the spells pass right through its body. That it could absorb the energy from battle spells was not impossible, he supposed, but it was the kind of ability that could easily backfire upon being distracted or overwhelmed. His theory was reinforced, though not proved, by the state of the crime scene. If the Morrows had actually been hitting something, there should have been some evidence. Instead, the walls and furniture on the side of the room opposite the Aberrant were burnt, cut through, and blown apart, as if the men had been fighting an apparition.

After that, there was some confusion in their witnesses’ recollection as Moore’s Will broke, the magical feedback putting both Canelo and the Raven Queen on the floor. That was evidence that she had not caused Moore’s break event purposefully. Surely, no matter how reckless she was, she would not put herself in such danger. If she were going to try to cause a break event, there were better, safer ways to go about it.

What was confusing were the events that followed. The Raven Queen protected Canelo, healed one of the Morrows with blood magic—again declining to use a Conduit—and then perfectly copied the spell Moore had been using, having deduced on the spot that it would protect them from the Aberrant’s effects. This was almost certainly evidence that she had prior experience with Aberrants and the theories behind their creation, or at least an interest in the topic.

Thaddeus was most interested in why the Raven Queen had been there in the first place. What had been her goal? He would have thought perhaps she had some interest in the Aberrant, but she could not have known that young Newton Moore would lose control and become one. Even if she had facilitated his break on purpose, there was no way to tell what exactly would happen. He could have died, or wiped out the entire building with the magical backlash, and even then, there was no way to know the exact effects an Aberrant would present.

No. The Aberrant had not been in her plans. The Morrows seemed to believe she had been there as a part of a trap for them, and that Moore and Canelo had been working with her to lure them. But then why had she saved two gang members, her supposed enemies? If her original plan had been ruined by the formation of the Aberrant, it was possible she was letting them go free to serve as a warning to any other Morrows acting from hiding, but something about the theory simply did not fit. For one, there were no credible reports of her being involved in the gang battle a few days prior, and that seemed incongruous, if she were truly so interested in the Morrows.

But the majority of Thaddeus’s niggling sensation of wrongness stemmed from the “blessing” she had given Siverling. With what Thaddeus had deduced of her, there was no way it was anything but a message. Other than that night, Sebastien’s only connection to the Raven Queen was actually through Thaddeus, who had consulted on her investigation a couple of times. Did she know that? Was the message for him?

Thaddeus tried to avoid jumping to conclusions, but there was something about the idea that seemed appropriate. She seemed to be playing a game with the University and the Crowns, and leaving little hints for someone like him along the way, deliberately stimulating his intrigue. But if that was the case, what did she want from him? Simply someone with the intellect to match her in her maneuvers and machinations? Or might she be more interested in his particular skill set? Did she know about his research?

Thaddeus was, after all, rather famous, both to the masses and among those who mattered, though for different reasons. Or, perhaps she was interested in the most recent Gilbrathan Aberrant, the one they had named Moonsable. Its anomalous effect was weak, but Moonsable was one of the rare mutations to retain some small measure of sapience and lucidity even after the break event. If that was what had led to the Raven Queen to him, perhaps she did have an interest in his research after all.

Thaddeus shook himself from the thoughts as Investigator Kuchen stepped into the cafeteria, making a beeline for Thaddeus. Without any real facts to find purchase on, his thoughts were spiraling. That way lead to unconscious biases that would skew his later deductive abilities toward the ideas he wanted to be true, rather than bare reality. If Kuchen and Titus were back from the temporary quarantine zone, which would take days or even weeks for the Red Guard to clear, it likely meant that Tanya Canelo would be arriving soon for questioning. Hopefully, Thaddeus would gain the missing pieces of information from her interview.

However, he was suspicious that it might not be that easy. A couple University faculty members had rushed down with a healer as soon as they learned which of their students were involved in the incident. Rather than Siverling, a colleague’s apprentice who had manifested an anomalous effect and actually been attacked by the Red Guard, they had been more interested in the girl. The healer had insisted that Canelo’s refusal to speak stemmed from trauma, and that further mental or emotional strain could lead to long-term damage or even another Aberrant. They had demanded the girl be given a calming potion to allow her to sleep and return to the University for a full wellness examination before being forced to answer questions.

The Red Guard had allowed it, ostensibly because unlike his own apprentice, other than Canelo’s refusal to speak, she gave off no anomalous readings, and the University held a lot of power in Gilbratha. Privately, Thaddeus wondered if there were not more to it, like bribes or blackmail. Despite their oaths, members of the Red Guard were not incorruptible.

Kuchen led Thaddeus to Titus, who was already waiting in the dim viewing room with a few other members of the coppers and a representative from the Red Guard. The shadows lent the whole thing a clandestine air. The viewing room had a large example of the newly developed half-silvered mirror, which would allow them to watch the interrogation without being seen. As long as the adjacent interrogation room remained bright, while their viewing room remained dark, anyone in the interrogation room would think it was a simple mirror. It was a one-way window.

Kuchen flipped through his sheaf of loose papers, murmuring to Titus. “You asked for someone to double-check that prognos woman’s assessment of the crime scene. Preliminary reports haven’t found any discrepancies, though there is some argument over the method and sequence of events during the fighting that caused Mr. Moore’s break.”

At least Titus wasn’t an idiot, which was a large reason the man was one of the few Thaddeus might consider a friend. It had escaped neither of them that the prognos woman had admittedly interacted with a friendly Raven Queen, meaning her testimony could easily be compromised.

Canelo was led into the interrogation room by one of the coppers and a prognos, while Thaddeus and the others were joined by the University faculty in the viewing room. Spell arrays embedded into the stone wall would send the sound from the interrogation room through to them while keeping their own conversation secure.

The questioning started off normally, with the girl answering baseline questions about her identity and background, the better for the prognos to divine the truth of her words, but as soon as the first real question about the night before came up, Canelo said, “I cannot speak of it.”

Everyone in the viewing room shared confused looks with each other, except the newly joined University faculty members.

Thaddeus narrowed his eyes.

A couple more questions were met by the same exact answer. The girl was frustrated, rocking back and forth and rubbing her face, but that seemed to be the only response she could give. The interrogating copper sighed, rubbing his eyes. They had all been up all night and were succumbing to the effects of fatigue. “Miss Canelo, I understand that the events of last night were traumatizing, but we must have your testimony.”

“I cannot speak of it.”

The prognos said, “She believes that.”

Thaddeus turned to the only people in the room who seemed fully aware of what was going on. “Do you care to explain?” he asked.

The other professor coughed self-importantly. “Miss Canelo regained her ability to speak when the sun rose, but any attempts to question her about the events of yesterday evening seem to yield only this one answer. It’s the same for any questions involving the Raven Queen. We believe the Raven Queen placed some sort of curse or geas on her. We were able to uncover Miss Canelo’s diary from her room, and there are hints that she and Moore were interested in the bounty offered for information on the Raven Queen.” The man pulled the a small book from his satchel and handed it to Investigator Kuchen. “Perhaps you will find it useful. I can only hope so, as I doubt our unfortunate student will be much help to you at this point.”

“A cursebreaker, perhaps,” Kuchen suggested.

The man nodded quickly. “We have already sent word to a member of our faculty that teaches the subject to upper term students. If there is any solution to the problem, we will find it, I promise you.”

Thaddeus almost snorted aloud. It was a shame that the ward against untruth did not extend into the viewing room. It might at least make the man hesitate before spouting such obvious drivel. He turned to Titus. “May we speak privately?”

Titus and Kuchen followed him into the hallway while the useless interview continued, the copper trying to find any relevant question that Canelo would answer differently.

Titus rubbed his face with one hand, his other clenching and unclenching at his side. He turned to Kuchen. “I want our own cursebreaker working on her. No University affiliation.”

Kuchen nodded quickly, making a note of it in his small notebook.

Thaddeus was more amused than frustrated. “I doubt that journal belongs to Canelo, or that the contents are legitimate. The girl knows something they would rather be kept silent. If that curse against divulging what happened was not placed by them while they stalled for time before bringing her here, then at the most they did not try very hard to save her from it. Very convenient, that the only other living being able to testify about what happened earlier last night is the Raven Queen herself. Canelo was involved in their University faction’s attempt to find the Raven Queen without the coppers or Crowns knowing, I suspect. If I remember correctly, she was also on the scene when the University divination array was destroyed? During the false rogue magic alarm?”

Kuchen’s eyes widened. “Oh, well, yes, the name does sound familiar.”

Thaddeus relayed his apprentice’s suspicions about Canelo’s collusion with someone at the University.

Titus was unsurprised. “I didn’t know the details, but I did suspect. The blood sample we were using was conveniently corrupted. If we hadn’t kept some of it behind in the Harrow Hill evidence vaults we would have been entirely out of luck. There’s not much left, but our diviners are powerful and skilled enough to work with very little. It will simply make things more difficult—and more expensive.”

“How long until Eagle Tower’s repairs are completed?” Thaddeus asked.

“A month, perhaps slightly longer.” Titus gave a wry smile. “They aren’t in as much of a hurry to repair it as one might hope.”

Kuchen snorted.

“Is there no other divination array you can use in the meantime?”

“None that make the expense worth it, especially when they have so little chance of success.”

Thaddeus doubted they would ever find her using divination if they had not succeeded yet, but he had no incentive to offer better options. “This opposing faction is being reactionary, rather than proactive. It is more evidence against them. The person who set off the false rogue magic alarms last time knew what was going on and what copper procedure is. Either it was one of us—one of the coppers,” he clarified, motioning to the three of them despite the fact that he considered himself an outside party, “or it was someone at the University. The last option is that one of our organizations has a leak that the Raven Queen is taking advantage of. While I certainly would not rule that out, the evidence makes it increasingly likely that someone at the University sabotaged the previous efforts. If they have a chance, they might act against us again.”

“If so, the High Crown may feel even less favorable to them,” Titus said. “They are playing a dangerous game.”

“What was in the book, the one she stole?” Thaddeus asked. For the University to go to such lengths—thinly veiled treason—it had to have been more valuable than Thaddeus suspected.

Titus looked at him for a moment, but shook his head. “Something valuable enough that we must find Siobhan Naught first. I had considered requesting the Red Guard’s assistance, despite my lord father’s feelings on their involvement. Perhaps their particular brand of resources would allow us to find and detain her, if I could convince them that she is the kind of threat that requires their intervention. But Father has threatened to disinherit me if I disgrace the Westbays through such a failure, and beyond the embarrassment to the coppers, ceding authority to them on this kind of matter could affect our future funding.” He gave a wry, bitter smile.

“You would think we should all be on the same side,” Kuchen commiserated.

Thaddeus nodded absently, his mind elsewhere. The book must have been valuable indeed, if some faction of the University thought it was worth it to make an enemy of the Crowns. That they would be safe from retribution if they obtained it—because there would be backlash. Something they would rather allow the Raven Queen to go free than let the Crowns have. He wondered how many of the administration and professors were aware of what was happening under the surface.

Whichever side ended up with the book, it did not bode well for the ongoing stability of Gilbratha, or Lenore as a whole. As long as the upheaval did not impede his research, Thaddeus did not particularly care who won, but he was becoming progressively more interested in getting his hands on whatever that archaeologist expedition had uncovered. Knowledge was power, and this knowledge was looking increasingly valuable.

And the Raven Queen had it. The Raven Queen who was, maybe, trying to get his attention. “I want to see Ennis Naught,” he said.

Author Note 1/13/22: We have hit the 100 patron goal, which means I’ll be posting the promised 6 bonus chapters!

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7 months ago

Congratulations on reaching 100 patrons 😀

7 months ago

Bonus chapters \o/

And while I’m usually really not fond of other point of views (in general, it’s not specific to you), I must say I quite enjoy that one. It’s funny to see the way others interpret events we know of from Siobhan. As long as it’s in small doses anyway ^^

6 months ago

A meeting between him and MC in Raven Queen guise would be fun, well if non aggression could be guaranteed.^^