at him. âRudhira, you keep him right where he is.â He turned back to the older man.
âYou didnât try to,â he said. â Did you?â
âI might have,â the warlock admitted. âI did make some of the mess, I admit itâI was defending myself against that lunatic!â
âWhy did you help him fight Rudhira?â
The older man shrugged. âA mistake,â he said. âThat fool attacked meâ challenged me, he said, for control of the street. I got caught up in it, and when she interrupted us it seemed like an unwelcome nuisance.â
Hanner nodded. âThe heat of battle,â he said. âIâve heard it can make a person do stupid things.â
âYes, exactly, my lord.â
âAnd now that the battleâs over, what do you intend to do?â
The man glanced around at the rubble-strewn street, the burning buildings, the old womanâs corpse.
âI suspect I will stand trial before a city magistrate, where I will plead for leniency because I was driven mad by my nightmares and this new magic.â He sighed. âAnd then I suppose Iâll spend the rest of my life as a slave or in a dungeon somewhere, if Iâm not simply hanged.â
âIf your plea for leniency is accepted, you might just be flogged or exiled from the city,â Hanner said. âAnd I think you can reasonably point to all the others who ran wild tonight as evidence to support your case. I take it youâre surrendering to us?â
âI donât have much of a choice.â
Hanner smiled slightly. âNo, you donât,â he agreed.
Then he turned to the other man. âWhat do you have to say for yourself?â he asked.
âI went mad too, I think,â the younger man said. âI thought I was chosen, that the dreams meant I had to do something with this power I was given. I thought I would fight my way up, killing the others and taking their power, until I was the most powerful magician in the World, and then I would rule all of Ethshar.â
âWhat about the overlord?â Rudhira demanded. â He rules Ethshar, and heâs not a magician at all!â
âI was going to kill him,â the man admitted.
âThatâs treason,â Yorn said.
âLord Azradâs a fat old fool!â the warlock shouted, sitting upâHanner saw Rudhiraâs startled expression when he was able to do so; she had clearly not intended to let him up.
âHeâs still the overlord,â Hanner said.
âNot my overlord,â the warlock said, struggling against something invisible.
âStop fighting,â Hanner ordered him.
âMay demons gnaw your bones,â the warlock said. He raised a handâand suddenly his head twisted around to one side, impossibly far, and Hanner heard the snap of breaking bone. The warlock fell back, limp and lifeless.
Rudhira smiled with satisfaction. Hanner stared up at her. âYou didnât have to kill him!â he shouted.
âHe was a traitor and a murderer and I was defending myself,â Rudhira said flatly.
That was obviously true, but Hanner was still upset by her actions. He started to phrase a further protest when the older warlock said, âI helped her.â
âHe did,â Rudhira agreed.
Hanner looked from one to the other. He had the distinct feeling that his control of the situation was not as secure as it should be, and that any further disputes would only erode it further.
âWell, whatâs done is done,â he said. âGet up, you, and come alongâweâre heading for the Palace, and if you cooperate weâll put in a good word for you when the time comes.â He reached down a hand to help the warlock up.
The older man rolled over and took Hannerâs hand.
A moment later the entire party was once again marching down Fish Street, leaving the surviving inhabitants of the neighborhood, now warily