The Warrior Heir (The Heir Chronicles #1)

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“I didn't think you'd have to try it out.” Linda smiled ruefully. “You did well. I don't think our friend knew what hit him. At least I hope he didn't.”

“If you're going to keep talking in riddles, just forget it,” Jack snapped. “Why'd you involve us in this, anyway? Either I'm going crazy, or I'm not, and either way I don't like it. We could have been killed. And now you've done something to my friends, bewitched them so they don't even know enough to be scared.”

“I'm an enchanter, Jack. Not a witch.” Linda's face held not a trace of humor. “What most people think of as witches are usually sorcerers. They specialize in material magic: poisons, potions, amulets. Unfortunately, they're not very good with people, so …”

“Okay, you enchanted them,” Jack broke in. He felt like putting his hands over his ears. “Just stop it. The less I know about this, the better. That guy in the graveyard scared the hell out of me.”

“They scare me, too, Jack,” Linda said quietly. She regarded him with a sympathy that was altogether too inclusive.

“Who are they?” he asked, after a minute. He couldn't help himself.

Linda frowned and tapped her fingernails on the teacup. “I can't tell you everything. And you're going to have to be satisfied for the time being with what I can tell you.”

Jack licked icing off his fingers and pulled another section away from the cinnamon roll. “What if I'm not satisfied?”

“Then you'll still have to wait.” When Jack looked up, she was gazing out over the water, her jaw set firmly.

“Whatever,” he said grudgingly.

Linda studied him for a moment. “There is something that you should know about our family. The Downeys and Hales have a history of magical gifts that goes back hundreds of years. Had you heard that?”

Jack thought about it. “Well, there's Susannah.”

Linda nodded. “She had the gift of reading the future in the cards. That talent is common in our family. But it is not the only gift. Originally the line was very pure. People of our kind tended to marry each other and bear children who were true to their lineage. Our ancestors came from Britain, which at one time was heavily peopled with the Weir.”

“The Weir?” It sounded like she was saying ware.

“The magical guilds. Our ancestors.” Aunt Linda picked up her teacup, then set it down again without drinking from it. “We include our share of poets, writers, revolutionaries, and visionaries. But the Weir inherit unusual abilities.”

Jack shrugged. “Such as … ?”

Linda reached across the table, gripped his hands, and looked him in the eyes. “We inherit a gift of power. Our ancestors include wizards, enchanters, soothsayers, sorcerers, and warriors.”

Jack sat without moving, waiting for the punchline. It never came. Linda watched him as if he were a bomb that might go off at any minute.

She really believes this stuff, he thought. His mother and his aunt had always been interested in what Linda called “hedge magic”: astrology, card reading, palmistry, and the like. But he'd always been under the impression it was more entertainment than anything else.

Jack licked his lips. “So. Wizardry in the family. What does that have to do with us?”

“We are heirs, you and I,” replied Aunt Linda. “As I said, I am an enchanter.”

“An enchanter,” Jack repeated. He remembered what the wizard in the graveyard had said. The enchanter has bewitched you, and you're going to pay the price. “And what … is your gift … supposed to be?” he asked.

She colored a little, twisted a napkin in her hands. “We, uh, we have personal power over people,” she said finally. “We are persuasive. People are drawn to us, whether they like it or not. We are … irresistible, I guess you might say.” She slid a look at him as if to assess his reaction.

It was true. He'd never in his life been able to resist her, but he'd always assumed it was just…the way she was. He remembered Will and Fitch back at the hotel. “Okay. What about me?”

Linda hesitated. “You are a warrior, one of the Weirlind, they're called.”

“Warrior?” If Linda's gift seemed appropriate, his wasn't a good fit at all, he decided. “That doesn't sound magical to me.”

Aunt Linda sighed. “Relations have never been peaceful among the different branches of the Weir. Wars have broken out periodically as one faction tries to win supremacy over the others. Wars require warriors, who have…appropriate gifts.” She paused. “There are really wars among wizards. Because they are the most powerful of the guilds, they control the others. Many of the wars through British history originated with our family disputes. In recent years, the battles have continued, virtually unnoticed by those outside the family.”

“They're still fighting in Britain,” Jack said. “What about over here?”

“One of our ancestors, a Hale, came to this country in the 1600s to avoid the European wars. He brought several hundred gifted emigrants with him who sought peace in the New World. We were forgotten. For a while.” She looked away.

Jack was spinning between past and present. He thought of his mother, so different from Linda. “If you're an enchanter, does that mean Mom …”

“Becka is not an heir. She and your father know nothing about this.The Weir in the New World have intermarried with Anaweir, those without the gift. Not everyone inherits.”

Anaweir. The wizard in the graveyard had called him that. But unaware was certainly appropriate, too. “Why haven't you told my mother about this talent of yours?” He stared out at the sunset.

“Jack, believe it or not, when I was your age, I thought I knew everything. But I didn't understand about my gift. So I was unprepared when I encountered my first wizard.”

He couldn't help it. He turned to look at her. But she looked away. “I was sixteen. My parents couldn't help me. Becka couldn't help me. The Anaweir have no chance against the gifted. But they would have thrown their lives away trying. So it's better if they don't know.” She half smiled. “You'll see. Telling this secret to Anaweir is like pulling on a loose thread. Everything comes unraveled.”

"What does Susannah have to do with this?” Jack asked.

“She was a warrior. Like you.”

“A woman warrior?”

Aunt Linda shrugged. “Men and women can be warriors, wizards, or enchanters. They say she had the gift. I don't know if she used it.”

“If I have some kind of special power, why haven't I noticed anything?” Jack did a quick personal survey just to be sure. He ached as though he'd been beaten, and he was conscious of the weight of his clothing on his burned skin. Beyond that, he felt different than before: edgy, impatient, euphoric, alive. A mercurial stranger now lived under his skin. What was going on?

“Your powers have been suppressed. That medication you've been taking since your surgery keeps your powers from becoming manifest.”

It took him a moment to realize what it meant. “Dr. Longbranch knows about this?” He was beginning to wonder if he were the only one in the dark.

Linda leaned forward. “The gift is passed from generation to generation in a kind of stone or crystal that sits behind the heart. Wizards carry wizard stones, enchanters enchanter stones.You were Weirflesh, a designated heir, but…something went wrong. There was no crystal. Without it, you were dying.”

“Why didn't I have a crystal?”

“Maybe it has to do with the mixing of blood. I don't know. But you were dying. So I contacted Dr. Longbranch. I … I had met her through some people I knew in England.”

“What did you tell Mom?”

“As far as she and Thomas know, you were born with a heart defect, and Dr. Longbranch was your heart surgeon. Which she is,” Linda added.

“A heart surgeon,” Jack repeated. “And?” He leaned back, waiting for the rest.

“Jessamine Longbranch is a wizard. She brought a stone and implanted it. You recovered. Only …” She looked away. “Only, you were meant to be a wizard.”

Jack pressed his fingers against his temples. “I was born a wizard, and she put in a warrior stone?” Linda nodded. “Why would she do that?”

Linda stared down at the table, a muscle working in her jaw. “It … it was an experiment. She wanted to see what would happen.”

She's angry, Jack thought, but she doesn't want me to know it. “So where does that leave me? Wizard or warrior?”

Linda looked up at him, her eyes swimming with unshed tears. “I don't know, Jack,” she said, swallowing hard. “You're a warrior, I suppose.”

Jack shrugged, unsure why that was bad news. “So why would Dr. Longbranch want to suppress these warrior powers, whatever they are?”

“It was important to keep your secret hidden.”

“Hidden from whom?” Although Linda had initiated this strange conversation, he felt like he was dragging information out of her, bit by precious bit.

“People could be looking for you, Jack,” she said quietly.

“What people? And why?” Jack was bewildered.

“Wizards. Like the man in the courthouse. They are always looking for warriors to fight for them, or trying to kill warriors who fight for their opponents. They don't want the other side to gain an advantage. The best time to recruit or attack a warrior is when he is untrained, before he comes of age.”

Jack shivered and looked around the room. The waitress had lit candles on each table as the daylight died. Shadows flickered and danced on the walls. The lake had turned a slate gray color as darkness fell. Suddenly, the world seemed like a dangerous place.

“But I'm not on a side,” Jack pointed out. “I don't want to fight anybody.”

“It doesn't matter. They'll come after you anyway.”