seen someone do a reverse scry before where the focus is elsewhere. Can you do it in water as well?”
He shook his head. “It’s more difficult. The reason I can do this is because the focus was forged in fire. It has a connection to it.”
“Fascinating.”
Sebastian took in a deep breath and let it out, trying to clear his mind. This was difficult considering all that had been crammed into it in the past hour. Resting his hands on his knees, he stared into the dancing flames. He concentrated on the medallion, a piece of his family’s history, pictured it in his head.
At first he saw only the red and orange flickering of fire. Then a shape formed in the flames. A circle. Then a circle of silver with two crossed swords. He stared at it, envisioning what was around it. Searching for whoever held it. There came a flash of something else. Another image. Mountains. There were mountains holding the medallion.
Then the flames shot out at him and he had to shrink back or get burned. Skylar jumped to her feet and ran back to stand with Jovan. He put his arm around her protectively.
“What did you see?” Rhys asked. “Did you see your woman?”
Sebastian got to his feet. “I saw mountains.”
“The Lonely Mountains,” Claude said. “They are a seven-hour ride at best.”
“Can you show us the fastest way, Claude?”
The tinker nodded.
“Before we go, we’ll need some weapons.” Sebastian eyed Claude. He shrugged and gestured for them to follow him into the smithy.
It was still without a roof. Claude had draped leather canvas over top to keep the elements from getting in. Despite that, there were several puddles inside from the last rainfall. Sebastian stepped over them, as his master opened a hatch in the floor and beckoned them to follow. Sebastian had always known about Claude’s secret workshop, but had never breached his privacy by venturing inside.
They all climbed the ladder down into the room. It was pitch black. But Jovan immediately fixed that by creating a ball of witchlight.
Claude’s eyes widened at the green iridescence. “Not bad.” He ran his hand along the rock wall and flicked a switch. Lamp after lamp lit up around the room.
Jovan smiled. “Impressive.”
It was impressive, as was the room. Every table and shelf was jammed full of metallic objects and contraptions. Some, the bigger pieces, were on the dirt floor.
“Reminds me of Mrs. Chattoway’s secret lair.” Miss Stratton reached over and took Rhys’s hand.
He nodded, with that faraway look of his.
Sebastian picked up an odd device from one of the tables. It looked like a pistol, the ones used back in London, but with an extra burnished cover and a switch along the handle. “How long have you been inventing, Claude?”
The metalsmith curled his lip in thought. “As far back as I can remember.”
“Why don’t you sell these things or show them to people?”
“Because most folks think I’m crazy as it is.” He took the pistol from Sebastian and set it back down on the table. “Now what I can I get you?”
“Something to help me take down the morrigan.”
“Have you seen it?” Claude asked.
“I got a glimpse the other night, but nothing registered. I wasn’t sure what I was looking at, exactly.”
The blacksmith rummaged through a large pile of metal pieces. He tossed out a few. Sebastian bent over and picked one up. It looked like a chest piece for a suit of armor. Claude scrambled out of the pile with two more pieces. He held them down at Sebastian’s legs.
“A suit of armor?” Rhys asked. “How is that going to help? Is he going to joust with the morrigan?”
Claude gave Rhys a scathing look. “It’s more than just a suit of armor. This metal is impenetrable.” He gestured for Sebastian to hold the chest piece up to his chest. The blacksmith then grabbed an enormous mace and swung it full strength at him. The iron spikes bounced off the chest plate without making a dent. “No matter how hard
He shook his head. “It’s more difficult. The reason I can do this is because the focus was forged in fire. It has a connection to it.”
“Fascinating.”
Sebastian took in a deep breath and let it out, trying to clear his mind. This was difficult considering all that had been crammed into it in the past hour. Resting his hands on his knees, he stared into the dancing flames. He concentrated on the medallion, a piece of his family’s history, pictured it in his head.
At first he saw only the red and orange flickering of fire. Then a shape formed in the flames. A circle. Then a circle of silver with two crossed swords. He stared at it, envisioning what was around it. Searching for whoever held it. There came a flash of something else. Another image. Mountains. There were mountains holding the medallion.
Then the flames shot out at him and he had to shrink back or get burned. Skylar jumped to her feet and ran back to stand with Jovan. He put his arm around her protectively.
“What did you see?” Rhys asked. “Did you see your woman?”
Sebastian got to his feet. “I saw mountains.”
“The Lonely Mountains,” Claude said. “They are a seven-hour ride at best.”
“Can you show us the fastest way, Claude?”
The tinker nodded.
“Before we go, we’ll need some weapons.” Sebastian eyed Claude. He shrugged and gestured for them to follow him into the smithy.
It was still without a roof. Claude had draped leather canvas over top to keep the elements from getting in. Despite that, there were several puddles inside from the last rainfall. Sebastian stepped over them, as his master opened a hatch in the floor and beckoned them to follow. Sebastian had always known about Claude’s secret workshop, but had never breached his privacy by venturing inside.
They all climbed the ladder down into the room. It was pitch black. But Jovan immediately fixed that by creating a ball of witchlight.
Claude’s eyes widened at the green iridescence. “Not bad.” He ran his hand along the rock wall and flicked a switch. Lamp after lamp lit up around the room.
Jovan smiled. “Impressive.”
It was impressive, as was the room. Every table and shelf was jammed full of metallic objects and contraptions. Some, the bigger pieces, were on the dirt floor.
“Reminds me of Mrs. Chattoway’s secret lair.” Miss Stratton reached over and took Rhys’s hand.
He nodded, with that faraway look of his.
Sebastian picked up an odd device from one of the tables. It looked like a pistol, the ones used back in London, but with an extra burnished cover and a switch along the handle. “How long have you been inventing, Claude?”
The metalsmith curled his lip in thought. “As far back as I can remember.”
“Why don’t you sell these things or show them to people?”
“Because most folks think I’m crazy as it is.” He took the pistol from Sebastian and set it back down on the table. “Now what I can I get you?”
“Something to help me take down the morrigan.”
“Have you seen it?” Claude asked.
“I got a glimpse the other night, but nothing registered. I wasn’t sure what I was looking at, exactly.”
The blacksmith rummaged through a large pile of metal pieces. He tossed out a few. Sebastian bent over and picked one up. It looked like a chest piece for a suit of armor. Claude scrambled out of the pile with two more pieces. He held them down at Sebastian’s legs.
“A suit of armor?” Rhys asked. “How is that going to help? Is he going to joust with the morrigan?”
Claude gave Rhys a scathing look. “It’s more than just a suit of armor. This metal is impenetrable.” He gestured for Sebastian to hold the chest piece up to his chest. The blacksmith then grabbed an enormous mace and swung it full strength at him. The iron spikes bounced off the chest plate without making a dent. “No matter how hard
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