William appeared in the door. "Here's the pouch, Clare."

"Give it to me." Clare took the bag from him. She emptied the remaining contents of the urn into the pouch.

Then she closed the flap and slung the leather bag over her shoulder.

She picked up the book in both hands. "Lucretius will want to see the book before it goes into the pouch in order to be certain that he had not been tricked."

"Clare, please do not do this, I beg you," Joanna whispered. "'Tis much too dangerous."

Clare looked at her. "I shall go out alone. Close the door and bar it behind me the instant I have stepped onto the steps. Do not open it until Lucretius and his men have gone."

"But what about you?' Joanna wailed.

"Lord Gareth will soon realize what has happened. He will return to retake the hall. And then he will come for me." Clare smiled wistfully.

"The magician is right. I do have a certain value to the Hellhound.

These lands would not be nearly so profitable without me."

She went quickly past Joanna and William. Her soft boots made no sound on the stone floor of the corridor as she raced toward the tower stairs.

Downstairs in the main hall she found Eadgar and the servants huddled near the hearth. Their faces were stark with fear.

"Unbar the door, Eadgar," Clare said.

"But my lady?"

"Please do as I say."

"Aye, my lady." Eadgar bowed his head and went to the door.

Eunice and Agnes wrung their hands.

Eadgar raised the heavy iron bar that secured the front door.

Clare stepped out into the night. "Close the door, Eadgar. Hurry."

The door swung shut behind her. She heard the bar drop back into place.

She had never felt so alone in her life.

"You have the book?" Lucretius asked.

"Aye." Clare held it up so that he could see the volume. "And a pouch to carry it." She raised the flap of the pouch and dropped the book inside. It settled amid the mugwort mixture. "Now release Dalian."

"Come to me, Clare," Lucretius commanded.

"Nay," Dalian pleaded.

Clare started down the steps.

At that instant a hail of fiery arrows arced down into the courtyard.

The black-cloaked knights yelled in warning and confusion.

"What in the name of the devil?" Lucretius's cloak swung wide as he turned around to see what was happening.

Gareth and his men appeared on the roof of Clare's workrooms. Three of them held bows.

"Gareth," Clare whispered.

"Damned Hellhound," Lucretius muttered He thrust Dalian out of his way.

"Take them, men," he shouted. "They are no match for the Knights of the Star Stone. Take them now, I command you."

Swords drawn, the cloaked knights started warily toward the workrooms.

Before they had gone more than three paces, the fire arrows that had landed nearby in the courtyard exploded in a series of thunderclaps.

"What magic is this?" One of the men yelled.

Thick smoke, denser than any fog, billowed aloft into the torchlit night, obscuring the scene.

A man screamed.

Dalian ran up the steps to Clare's side. He stared in wonder. "'Tis Lord Gareth's sulfur and charcoal recipe, my lady. We told you that it worked."

"Aye," Clare said. "So you did. You did not mention that you had discovered a use for it."

Another round of thunder shook the yard. Panic set in among the cloaked knights. Screams echoed above the din of exploding arrows.

"Tis the damned Hellhound who is the true magician," one knight shouted.

"Run for your lives."

More smoke rolled across the courtyard. Lucretius suddenly appeared from the thick of it. He lurched toward the hall steps, his hand reaching out to grasp Clare.

"Do not dare to touch her." Dalian caught Clare's hand and yanked her out of Lucretius's reach.

"Aye, heed him well, magician." Gareth's voice was a dark, disembodied command that could have issued from the mouth of hell itself. "Do not dare to put your hands on my wife."

In the glow of the torchlight, Clare saw the clouds of smoke swirl and part. Gareth came toward the steps, striding through the hellish mist as though he were the hellhound men called him.

Lucretius stared at him. "What strange alchemy is this? What secrets have you learned from the book, bastard? What have you wought here?"

Gareth's teeth flashed in a smile that would have done credit to the devil. "What's the matter, magician? Did you think you were the only knight who knew how to read?"

18

All would have been well if William had not rushed out onto the hall steps at that point. Joanna was right behind him.

"William, come back here," Joanna screamed.

"Clare, Clare, are you all right?" William shouted.

Before Gareth could intervene, the boy careened straight into Lucretius.

The magician proved immediately how he had gotten at least a portion of his formidable reputation.

He grabbed William with a deft movement.

"One shield is as good as another." With one hand Lucretius dragged his struggling victim back against himself.

He unsheathed his sword with his free hand. "Stay back, Hellhound."

Joanna cried out and collapsed in a dead faint in the doorway. No one paid any attention. Out of the corner of his eye, Gareth saw Clare impulsively start forward toward Lucretius.

"Do as he says," Gareth said. "Stay back."

Clare halted and stared at him with a desperate expression. "Gareth?"

Gareth looked at Lucretius. "The best you can hope for at this juncture is to escape the isle with the damned book, Lucretius."

Lucretius smiled grimly. "'Tis all I ever wanted in the first place.

Dalian, you stupid little cur, toss the pouch to me."

Dalian looked at Gareth.

"Do it," Gareth said.

Dalian picked up the leather pouch and tossed it toward Lucretius, who managed to grab it without releasing William.

Lucretius slung the long strap over his opposite shoulder so that the pouch hung crosswise across his body. "There. I have everything I need.

Now all I must do is vanish."

"Through the hidden door in the old curtain wall that one of the stonemasons built for you?" Gareth asked softly.

"So you reasoned that out, did you?" Lucretius chuckled. "The man owed me a favor. His life, to be precise. Constructing the secret entrance in your wall was the price I put on his continued existence."

"Very clever, magician. But you had best hurry. My men have almost subdued the last of your knights. You have only the smoke and fog to cover your retreat."

Lucretius assessed the situation with a single glance at the smoke-shrouded courtyard. It was impossible to see much of what was happening, but it was clear that the clash of swords was lessening rapidly. Ulrich's voice could be heard above the din, demanding that the invaders yield.

Lucretius looked at Clare. "I would rather have a more certain shield.

Come here, Clare. I shall exchange young William for you."

"No," Gareth said. "You do not need her. You have my word that I will not stop you from leaving this courtyard."

"Forgive me if I do not trust the depth of your feelings for this boy,"

Lucretius said. "But I know that you will most certainly think carefully before you risk your lady's neck. Clare is, after all, the most valuable member of your household, is she not? Without her, the flowers of Desire are worthless.

Clare, come here at once."

"Clare, no," Gareth said roughly. He felt his stomach clench with fear.

"Tis for the best, my lord," Clare said. "Trust me."

She went calmly down the steps.

Lucretius did not hesitate. He released William, grabbed Clare, and crooked his arm around her throat.

Then he retreated swiftly into the haze that filled the courtyard.

"Damn your soul to hell, magician." Rage lanced through Gareth, hot and fierce. He moved to follow Lucretius and Clare.

"My lord, wait." William caught hold of Gareth's arm.

"Go back inside the hall." The damned magician was already disappearing into the smoke, Gareth realized.

"But there is something I must tell you before you go after the magician," William hissed softly. "Clare put mugwort inside the pouch. Sir Lucretius will soon begin to sneeze uncontrollably. His eyes will water and he will be rendered helpless."

Gareth looked down at William. "Are you certain?"

"Aye, my lord. He has a terrible reaction to mugwort. I saw what happened when Clare once gave him a pomander that was filled with it. He accused her of trying to poison him."

"Go back inside the hall and wait until Sir Ulrich tells you to open the door."

"Aye, my lord." William hesitated. "You will fetch Clare back, will you not?"

"Aye." He looked at Dalian. "Come with me, Squire."

Dalian turned a stark face to him. "He will kill her, my lord."

"Nay. We will rescue her. It is the magician who will not survive this night."

He strode toward the gate and called to one of the men-at-arms to open it.

Ulrich hailed him through the smoke. "We have the magician's knights, my lord."

"Lock them up until I return."

"But where are you going?"

"To hunt a magician."


***

Once outside the gate, Gareth discovered that an eerie silence now gripped the isle. The chill of dawn had caused the fog to thicken measurably.