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why I need the Cornerstone. I give you my word.” Inspiration struck. “And if I give you<br />
my word in the presence of the Cornerstone, you’ll know it’s the truth.” One of the<br />
peculiarities of a Cornerstone was that no one could lie if they stood within a few feet of<br />
it. In fact, Cornerstones reputedly led to a certain overly garrulous sincerity. Sorcerers<br />
weren’t comfortable around them for that very reason—when your entire life was built<br />
on keeping secrets and knowing things other people didn’t, a stone of truth could be<br />
rather intimidating.<br />
Finch began to crack his knuckles while gazing up at the ceiling. “I’m inclined to<br />
believe you,” he said at last. “I made some calls when I heard there was a sorcerer in<br />
town claiming to be a chief from back east. You certainly sound like the Marla Mason I<br />
was told about, and as far as I can tell, you’ve always been honorable—as honorable as<br />
our kind ever can be, at least. My sources in your city told me you were blunt,<br />
impatient, prone to violence, indescribably lucky, honest, formidable, and well<br />
respected. I suspect you didn’t bother to do any research about me.”<br />
Marla shrugged. “I figured I’d talk to Lao Tsung and be out of town by dinnertime. I<br />
didn’t expect this much interaction with the locals. Will you take me to the<br />
Cornerstone?”<br />
“I can take you in the morning,” he said. “I will require certain promises and payments<br />
in return, of course, and I wouldn’t mind having a formal ambassador in your city.”<br />
“What you’re saying is, I’ll owe you a favor.”<br />
“You’ll owe me a big favor.” He began to crack his toes, carefully, one at a time. “And<br />
not me, exactly. You’ll owe the city of San Francisco a favor. The Cornerstone is a civic<br />
possession, and letting you take a bit of its power puts you in the city’s debt.”<br />
“Fair enough,” Marla said. She didn’t like to be beholden to anyone, but without the<br />
Cornerstone, Susan would go ahead with her stupid, dangerous plan, and then Marla’s<br />
whole city would likely fall to pieces, so it was worth a few promises on her part, even<br />
if they were promises she’d be forced to keep. “So can you keep your friend in<br />
Chinatown from trying to kill me in the meantime?”<br />
“Oh, I doubt it,” he said. “But I hear you can take care of yourself. They told me you<br />
killed Somerset.”<br />
Marla nodded. “Why do you think they respect me so much back home? Somerset<br />
almost took control of the city again, after he died, but I handled things.”<br />
“Then my friend in Chinatown shouldn’t be a problem for you.”<br />
“What’s his name anyway?” Marla said.<br />
“He’s never told any of us,” Finch said. “He’s the oldest sorcerer living in the city,<br />
though I don’t think he was as old as Lao Tsung. Most call him the Celestial. He’s of<br />
the old school—he believes names have power, you know.”