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“Like a nun’s habit?” Rondeau said.<br />
“No, no, I mean a routine, an action that’s been repeated so often that it’s left an<br />
impression in the air. I can feel it, like the memory of a movement, I think<br />
it’s…like…this.” He kicked the lower right-hand corner of the door, and as his foot<br />
moved Marla noticed the discoloration on that portion of the door, a spot kicked a<br />
thousand times, and when B’s foot connected, the door swung inward, revealing a<br />
rectangle of darkness that even Marla’s better-than-ordinary eyes could barely<br />
penetrate.<br />
“Stairs,” B said. “Metal, spiraling down.”<br />
“Come on, Rondeau,” Marla said. “I’ll lead, B in the middle, Rondeau gets the rear<br />
guard.” She sighed. “I wish there was an intercom or something. I don’t mind barging<br />
into sorcerers’ lairs, but I hope she doesn’t think I’m coming in heavy for war or<br />
something.”<br />
“You could take her,” Rondeau said loyally.<br />
“I don’t want to,” Marla said. “I want her to help me take Mutex.”<br />
“Oh,” Rondeau said. “Right. Lead on, fearless diplomat.”<br />
“Fiat lux,” Marla said, pausing to pass her hand over Rondeau’s and B’s eyes. Now she<br />
could see into the dark, though the view was grainy and oddly saturated, like a digital<br />
photograph given too much contrast. B and Rondeau could see better, too (though B<br />
probably didn’t need it), but there was no external light source, no hovering ball of light<br />
to reveal their position or create deeper shadows around them. Marla’s light spell only<br />
affected the vision of the chosen recipients, stepping up the receptivity of the lightsensing<br />
apparatus in the eye, tweaking the brain’s ability to interpret visual information.<br />
Langford the biomancer had helped her devise this spell. Marla hated the tinkerbell<br />
lights, floating balls of fire, illuminated auras, and all the other conventional lightproducing<br />
magics most sorcerers used. This was a bit like having night-vision goggles<br />
on inside her eyes, but without the greenish tinge.<br />
“Wicked,” Rondeau said, peering around.<br />
“Huh,” B said. “Very nice.”<br />
Marla started down the tight spiral stairs, which descended through a space the size of<br />
an elevator shaft. The stairs were metal—copper, actually—and had almost certainly<br />
been specially made, probably as a sort of magical nightingale floor, the metal<br />
conducting physical information about the intruders down into the sorcerer’s lair below.<br />
So much for worrying about showing up unannounced. If Bethany was down there, she<br />
was probably aware that she had visitors. Marla admired the craftsmanship, the nautilus<br />
whorl of the stairs spiraling down, the railing of delicately curved copper pipe, the steps<br />
embossed with raised starburst shapes to provide a surer tread. Marla didn’t know any<br />
details about Bethany, but she could infer a few things. Bethany’s magic would likely<br />
be chthonic, aligned with dark places underground, and thus entangled with the