The portal thieves, p.1
The Portal Thieves, page 1
The Portal Thieves
James E Wisher
Sand Hill Publishing
Copyright © 2020 by James Wisher
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Edited by: Janie Linn Dullard
Cover art by: B-Ro
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Author Note
Also by James E Wisher
About the Author
Chapter 1
The square sheet of paper-thin mithril glowed white-hot as Otto poured ether into it. Sweat plastered his tattered work shirt to his back and soaked his hair. The glow was so bright he couldn’t even see his workshop in the basement of Franken Manor. He squinted and focused on the ether.
The rune was taking shape. A little nudge on the upper-right corner.
Not too much!
He withdrew the twenty-five-thread ethereal construct just in the nick of time. An instant longer and he would have had to start over for the sixth time. The final bend of the rune settled into place and Otto cut off the flow of ether. The blinding light slowly faded and when he could see clearly again, he studied his work.
This piece was the culmination of a winter of toil. After weeks shifting between his master’s tower and the armory, more weeks of practice, and too many failures to count, Otto had finally completed the last rune patch. This one would transform the Garenland portal, turning an impressive if useless monument to treachery into the new master portal. Once all the patches had been put in place, Otto would have full control of the continental portal network.
He grinned and wiped his brow. What he wouldn’t give to see the look on Valtan’s face when he realized what had happened. His power would be used to bring the continent under Garenland’s rule despite the other kingdoms’ best attempts to destroy them. It would be a delicious reversal, one that would please his master greatly, though not as much as her former mentor’s death.
Otto was still far from being strong enough to grant that wish, assuming he ever did grant it. Killing Valtan would also remove a convenient power source for the portals. Once Otto was an Arcane Lord, he could operate the portals himself, but why waste his magic when Valtan was already doing it for him?
That conversation was still a long way off, but even so he dreaded broaching the subject with Lord Karonin. Otto ran a finger along the smooth, cool metal, tracing the shape of the rune he’d engraved. It glowed in his ethereal vision. He needed to go to the palace and let Wolfric know they were ready to move on to the next phase of the plan. Wolfric was supposed to have agents ready to infiltrate the neighboring kingdoms and place the patches on their portals. It was a risky mission, but absolutely essential.
He slid the mithril sheet into a leather binder he’d designed specifically to hold the six patches. He’d take a quick bath and head over to the palace.
Before Otto could collect the holder, the basement door squeaked open and an unfamiliar voice called, “Lord Shenk? It’s time.”
He frowned and picked up the folder before walking to the foot of the basement stairs. One of the servants stood at the top. Otto had given strict instructions not to be disturbed. If the idiot had interrupted him during the rune forging, he would have ruined three hours’ work.
“Time for what?”
“The baby, my lord. Lady Shenk has gone into labor.”
And what exactly did they expect Otto to do? Whatever happened was out of his control. The midwife should be with her; it seemed the old crone had practically lived with them for the last two weeks. Not that she troubled Otto, seeing as how she camped out in Annamaria’s room most of the time.
Otto climbed the steps and paused beside the beaming young man. He couldn’t have been more than a year or two older than Otto, probably a new hire. “Let me make something clear. When I give an order not to be disturbed, assuming the house isn’t on fire, you don’t disturb me. This is your first and only warning. Another mistake and I’ll see you out the door without references.”
The servant’s smile had curdled as the blood drained out of his face. “Forgive me, Lord Shenk. I assumed—”
“That was your first mistake. Don’t assume, obey.”
Otto left him to contemplate his future and turned toward the main staircase. It was a short walk down gilded halls to the dining room. When he entered, he found Edwyn pacing, his white silk robe billowing behind him, the handful of heavily laden plates on the table ignored. In his months at the mansion, this might be the first time Otto had seen Edwyn in the same room as a meal that he wasn’t eating.
“Are you alright?” Otto asked.
Edwyn started and turned to face him. Rivulets of sweat ran down his many chins. Clearly pacing wasn’t something Edwyn engaged in often. “Fine, my boy, just nervous. Annamaria let out the most bloodcurdling scream a few moments ago. I’m sure she’ll be fine, but I can’t help worrying for my baby girl.”
Otto made an effort to look concerned. Personally, he hoped Annamaria was in a lot of pain. “Did I ever tell you about the noises my sister-in-law made when she was last with child? They’d have curled your hair. She came through it fine.”
That the malformed infant had perished was something best left unsaid.
“Yes, yes, very good. I’m sure you’ll want to go up and check on her.” Edwyn gave him a look of distaste. “After you clean up perhaps.”
“My very plan.” Otto nodded to his father-in-law and headed to the staircase.
At the top of the steps a shriek ripped the air. Sounded like matters were proceeding. He turned right, down the carpeted hall and away from his screeching wife. His room was on the opposite side of the mansion from Annamaria’s, which suited them both very well.
He ducked inside, washed up, and changed his clothes before stepping back into the hall. His preference would have been to simply go straight to the palace, but for appearances’ sake he strode back across the mansion to Annamaria’s room. Her chambermaid, Mimi, her uniform stained with sweat, stood guard outside the bedroom door. She shrank into herself as he approached.
Poor girl. They’d had a few run-ins when her loyalty to his wife grew inconvenient and Otto feared she believed he didn’t like her. The truth was, Otto respected her loyalty, misplaced though it was. He certainly bore her no ill will. If all the people he had to deal with were as obedient as her, his life would be far easier. Instead he had to deal with liars, cheaters, killers, schemers, and old-fashioned idiots.
“Lord Shenk.” Mimi’s voice quavered. “I don’t think she’d want to see you.”
“When has she ever? I assume all is well?”
Mimi didn’t get a chance to answer before a final scream rent the air followed a moment later by a high-pitched wail. And so the brat was born. How marvelous. At least he could leave.
Before he could escape, the bedroom door opened and the midwife, a crone in black who looked like something out of a child’s nightmares, emerged with a tiny bundle tucked into the crook of her arm. Bald, red-faced, and with her eyes closed, the little girl looked healthy enough.
“I gave your wife something for the pain and now she sleeps,” the midwife said. “You wish to hold the child? Also, as the father, it is your duty to name her.”
Otto had no wish to name or hold Lothair’s brat. Let Annamaria pick out a name for her, he couldn’t have cared less.
The reply caught in his throat when she thrust the baby into his chest. Otto caught her with his free hand and cradled her neck with his arm.
He grimaced. “Mimi, take her.”
The chambermaid hurried over and collected his burden. Relieved to be free of it, Otto turned back to the midwife. “When she wakes up, tell Annamaria any name she likes is fine with me.”
“As you wish.” Her tone said she didn’t approve.
Had her approval mattered to him, he might have been concerned. As it was, he turned and stalked off toward the front door. He had important matters that required his attention.
The only good thing he could see coming from the new addition to the family was that it should keep his wife busy and thus out of his hair. Not that she’d done anything to trouble him since their conversation last fall, but it was only a matter of time before her hate overcame her fear.
The baby should serve as a powerful reminder of what she had to lose. If that didn’t keep her in line, nothing would.
Chapter 2
Otto handed one of the mithril
That also let Wolfric shed the cumbersome robes of state and make do with a simple black tunic and matching trousers. There were times that the crown seemed to fit Wolfric well and others when Otto wondered if he was truly up to the task. Not that there was anyone else to rule the kingdom in his place.
A simple spell confirmed that they were alone. What they were planning was too sensitive for anyone unnecessary, especially nobles with a tendency to drink too much and run their mouths, to know about their plans. The chances of success were small enough as it was.
The silence and smell of books settled Otto’s nerves after the encounter with Annamaria’s baby. He could still smell the little thing. He suppressed a shudder and focused on the matter at hand. Lord Karonin had told him that the patches would work, but until they were tested, even she couldn’t say for sure.
“It seems... thin,” Wolfric said at last.
“It is thin. When it’s attached, the patch will fuse with the portal, becoming one with it and rewriting its magic.”
“And you’re certain this will work?”
Otto nearly laughed. Everything he was doing had never been done before, not even by the Arcane Lords themselves. “I’m not certain of anything. But I know that if we can’t seize control of the portals, we have no hope of winning the war and this is the best and only way I can think of to manage that. Should it fail, we’ll have to try something else.”
“Hardly an optimistic assessment of our chances.”
Otto took the patch back and slipped it into the leather binder. “I could lie if it would make you feel better. The truth, my friend, is that I’m making most of this up as I go. Did you find agents to handle the infiltration?”
“Five of my best, all loyal to the death and skilled at both stealth and combat. If anyone can reach the enemy portals, they can. Still, I’m surprised you didn’t want to send some of your wizards.”
“Despite their abilities, even the most experienced of the new recruits was working in a foundry six months ago. They know nothing about espionage, evasion, or anything else useful. They can’t even turn invisible yet. Better for everyone if we let professionals handle this mission.”
Wolfric nodded, seeming content to trust Otto’s assessment. “I ordered the area around our portal cleared as you requested. My agents will meet us there. What do you say we go test your theory instead of debating?”
“Excellent idea.” Otto tried to project more confidence than he felt. If the test failed, he’d have to go back to square one.
They left the library and made their way to the main gate. Along the way, a squad of Borden’s men fell in around them. After the debacle last fall, Otto had interviewed every member of the royal guard to make certain of their loyalty. He’d been delighted to find that only a handful were less than committed. Those five had been transferred to the First Legion to join the fight against Straken. The men hadn’t complained; in fact, some of them had been relieved.
The walk from the palace to the portal was a relatively short one which was why they hadn’t bothered with a carriage. The few people on the streets bowed as they passed, but when the group got close to their destination, the streets grew empty and silent. Directly in front of the massive mithril construct stood five men in basic mercenary gear, leathers, a variety of bladed weapons, and packs over their shoulders.
The men all touched fists to hearts when Wolfric arrived. Otto ignored the display and studied the portal. It only took a moment to locate the master rune. It was carved into the metal at the top of the circle. He took the patch for Garenland’s portal out of the folio and turned to address the infiltrators.
“Your mission is a simple one, simple but not easy. At the top of the portal lies the master rune.” Otto pointed it out just to be sure. “Your task is to place one of these mithril patches over it. If you can do it without being seen, so much the better, but once it’s done, only another patch can restore the portal to its original function. Understand?”
“How are we supposed to reach the master rune?” a slim, deeply tan infiltrator asked. “We can’t exactly lean a ladder against it and climb up.”
That brought a chuckle from the others and Otto offered an indulgent smile. Let them banter if it helped relieve the stress.
“You won’t have to climb up. Once the patch gets close, the ethereal attraction will draw it into place. Watch.”
Otto flicked his wrist and sent the square of mithril flying up toward the top of the portal. As soon as it got within a foot of the master rune, sparks shot out ahead of lines of energy that resembled lightning. The ethereal lightning dragged the patch into place. The instant it touched the portal, the patch seemed to melt into it and vanish.
To any non-wizard that would appear to be the end of the process. But in Otto’s magical vision, energy swirled and crackled up and down the portal, changing its flow in both directions. Most importantly, nothing seeped out toward Valtan. His power continued to flow smoothly into the portal. As far as the Arcane Lord would know, nothing had changed. He wouldn’t be able to sense anything until Otto activated the portal with the master key he’d gotten from Edwyn and then modified into something more than a ritual item. He could have enchanted anything of course, but he liked the idea of using the worthless trinket Valtan gave them.
“Did it work?” Wolfric asked.
“As far as I can tell, the patch did what it was supposed to do. We won’t know for sure until all the others are in place and I activate the new master rune. Are there any more questions before I pass out your patches?”
There weren’t, so Otto removed the Rolan patch and asked, “Who’s going to Rolan?”
The tan comedian raised his hand. “Oskar, my lord. I have the honor of infiltrating Rolan.”
Otto handed him the patch. “Now Lux?”
Another hand went up, this time a younger man, barely thirty. “Henry, my lord.”
Otto handed him the patch and the spy stowed it in his pack. The young man had an overconfident look about him. Hopefully he’d be up to the task he’d volunteered for.
“Next, Lasil.”
The eldest of the bunch raised his hand. He had already started on a beard that showed plenty of gray. “Luca, my lord.”
Otto nodded and handed him the patch. This one, at least, gave the impression that he understood the stakes.
“Next, Tharanault.”
“Holt, my lord.” The fourth volunteer, a man in his mid-thirties with a nervous, twitchy look about him saluted again.
Otto grimaced but handed him the patch. The final soldier, Korgin, wasn’t nearly big enough to pass as a Straken citizen which was fine since there was no way anyone would be able to sneak into Marduke. Otto had spoken to him a bit after he was selected for the mission and found the man as confident as he was obnoxious.
Otto handed Korgin his patch and said, “You’ll be going north with the army as my assistant. When the others have finished their missions, we’ll run an attack on the city walls. That will be your chance to sneak in while they’re distracted. I won’t lie, you’ve probably got the most dangerous task of all.”
“I’ll manage, my lord,” he said, accepting the patch.
“You all know your missions,” Wolfric said. “Good luck and heaven watch over you.”
The men offered another salute and all but one marched off to begin their missions. Otto knew the details of the various journeys they’d have to make by heart and had a rough timeline in his head, assuming everything went smoothly
