Chapter 23
Rats in a Sack
Vigau, Arielle, Bonaventure

When Inspector Andress got the tip from the fugitive Henrietta Gamble, he would have liked to immediately go to the cottage of Giger Taus and make a clean sweep of the place, but he had forgotten that half his team was out making an arrest. He wanted all hands on deck for this one and so he had no choice but to wait until the following morning.
It was highly probable that the suspects would have made a run for it the moment they realized Miss Gamble was missing, but he requisitioned some patrolmen to stake out the place and they reported the lights coming on in the evening, so at least someone was still there. If it was not the suspects themselves, then at least someone who could likely be pressed to reveal where they went.
As he found himself standing in front of the door to Giger Taus' cottage for the third time, the Inspector tightened his grip on the binders. He was greatly looking forward to slapping those binders on Mr. Taus' wrists and personally dragging him in. The Inspector had wanted to nail this particular scalp to his wall for a long time. He had no way to prove it definitively, but he was certain that Mr. Taus was responsible for his fall from grace. A debt had been incurred and the Inspector meant to see it paid in full.
The Inspector considered forcing his way in, but if this Taus was the sort of man the Inspector thought he was, there would probably be traps in place for any intruders. Taus was confident enough to lead Inspector Andress and Master Turco around by the nose before, so surely he would come to the door of his own accord.
The Inspector knocked on the door and some time passed with no answer. At very least, that housekeeper of his—Miss Garamonde, was it?—should have come to the door.
He tried knocking again, this time raising his voice to announce, "Giger Taus, this is the police! Open up!"
It was possible that Mr. Taus and Miss Garamonde were out, but with the order for all mages to be placed under arrest, it was not too likely that he would be brazenly walking the streets at a time like this. Even if he wanted to escape, there was no civilized place he could turn. He had mentioned patrons before and hinted at them being people of rank and influence. He might try to turn to them, but surely they would not put themselves at risk to shelter him. The only alternative did not seem any more likely, as a fop like him would not last long in the wilds.
Inspector Andress was about to call for a battering ram when the door opened at last. It was a woman, not Miss Garamonde. Much like Giger Taus the first time they met, she had this guarded way of only partially opening the door, using it like a shield. She was fairly tall as women go, about mid-thirties, reasonably good-looking if a bit on the careworn side. Most noticeable was her turquoise-colored hair, which marked her as a mage if it was natural. She would need to be arrested as well, but the Inspector did not want to move against her right away, lest he leave himself open to an ambush by Mr. Taus.
"Can I help you, sir?" the woman asked.
The Inspector showed her his badge, saying, "Inspector Andress, Municipal Police. I'm here for Giger Taus."
The woman sighed.
"What has he done this time?"
"Where is he?" the Inspector asked.
The woman shrugged.
"How am I to know? I get a telegram from him about a month ago telling me to mind the house while he goes off to God knows where."
"And what is your connection to Mr. Taus?"
"He's my brother."
"I fail to see the resemblance."
The woman gave the Inspector a teasing smile and said, "You'd make me happy if you'd say I was prettier."
There was definitely a resemblance in her having some little smart rejoinder to everything he said.
"Let me see your passport," the Inspector said.
"Passport? Passport... Just a minute."
The woman began to close the door, but Inspector Andress took hold of it.
"You're going to let bugs in," the woman said.
"I'm more concerned about bugs getting out," the Inspector replied.
"There aren't any bugs in here."
"I'd like to see that for myself."
"Don't you need a warrant?"
"Your 'brother' was fond of saying the same sort of thing," the Inspector replied. "Perhaps your great concern over the letter of the law runs in the family. I'm sure a concerned citizen such as yourself will be relieved to know that I am acting within the bounds of my authority."
He produced a copy of Special Order 321-0751-B, which granted the Witch-hunters the sweeping powers they needed to apprehend the mages of the world and any collaborators they might have.
The woman read the order and said, "I guess you're within your rights then... Inspector, did you say?" She handed the order back to him. "The League is pretty scared, isn't it?"
"They are simply finishing what they started thirteen years ago."
The woman frowned, then looked up at the Inspector and asked him, "Why did you become a Witch-hunter, Inspector?"
This was not the first time he had been asked this question. It was rare, but a few of the more reserved among his quarries would ask him this, either out of some bid to understand him better or in an effort to impugn his motivations. His answer was the same as it had been when he first applied to ARCANUM.
"Magic is a danger to this word and anyone who dabbles in it is equally dangerous. Someone has to protect the ordinary citizens from another Vigau Incident."
"Would you feel the same way if the Vigau Incident never happened?" the woman asked.
"There have always been accidents and abuses when it comes to magic," the Inspector said. "If not the Vigau Incident, it would have been something somewhere else, maybe something even worse. We should almost be thankful to that rogue mage for forcing the League's hand when it did. Can you imagine the chaos if ARCANUM did not exist under the current circumstances?"
"The government might not settle for just arresting mages," the woman replied, "assuming that's all they intend."
"Why should anyone assume anything else?" the Inspector asked, though it was obvious to anyone with even half of a functioning brain that if the government plainly expressed the intention of going any further, the mages would see that they had nothing to lose by resisting.
The woman continued to probe him, asking, "What do you think the government intends to do with the mages it arrests?"
"That is none of my concern," the Inspector said. "My job is to find them and arrest them." He paused. "And you were supposed to be getting your passport."
"Oh, right."
The woman went to a coat rack by the entryway and began rifling through the pockets of a well-worn greyish brown coat to find her passport. The passport's pages were wrinkled from water damage, but the print was still mostly legible.
"You should take better care of your papers, Miss—"
"Missus," the woman corrected.
The Inspector saw it. Yasmin Taus, née Perizade, of Duquesne in D'Assass.
"Mrs. Taus," the Inspector said. "So you are his sister-in-law then."
"That's right."
"And where is your husband?"
"Passed. Two years ago."
"So young?"
"It happens."
"Indeed it does. I notice there is no restriction here."
"Should there be?"
"Unless you have dyed your hair."
The woman twirled a stray lock of hair with her finger and said, "For some people, the hair is all the magic they get."
"For some, perhaps," the Inspector replied. "And which guild did your husband join?"
"The silversmiths' guild."
"That wasn't what I meant. Was he Basilisk or Phoenix?"
"I don't know what you mean."
"Don't you, Mrs. Taus? How about you? Were you Basilisk or Phoenix?"
Inspector Andress thought that she would stumble when pressed. She did not exude the same slick confidence as Giger Taus, so it did not seem like it would be too difficult to make her trip up, but she was like a willow tree, bending without breaking as the storm winds buffeted her.
"If you're talking about mages' guilds, Inspector, I don't know anything about them," she said.
"I have to wonder about that," the Inspector replied.
He imagined she was lying, but even he had to admit she was quite good at it. He was not going to make any progress this way. Time for a different angle of approach.
As he handed the woman her passport, the Inspector said, "Setting that aside, there is another reason I have come here. We received a credible tip that several fugitives are being harbored in this house."
"If you'll pardon my saying so, ah, Inspector, I have to question your standards of credibility," the woman said.
She had a sharp tongue on her, that was for certain. The connection to Mr. Taus was seeming stronger and stronger as this conversation went on.
"There were six girls," the Inspector said, "students at the Lycée Werner Duchamp, who were supposed to be picked up on suspicion of being involved in what people have been calling the Grimalkin Incident. Jeanine Watreau, Bernadotte Ryczer, Mariangelique Cabot, Margot Leider, Amelie Leene, and Henrietta Gamble. Any of those names sound familiar?"
The Inspector was watching the woman's eyes intently as he listed off the names. She was a talented liar, but there were some reactions no amount of training and practice could overcome. The way her pupils dilated, it was a telltale sign. Under normal circumstances, it would be too flimsy for probable cause, but thanks to the special order, he did not have to worry about that. Still, he wanted to test this Yasmin Taus a little more.
"I can't say I've heard of any of them," the woman said. "The Lycée Werner Duchamp is on the other side of town. Not exactly in my circle."
"You seem rather familiar with this town for someone from D'Assass," the Inspector noted.
"I lived here with my husband until he passed," the woman replied.
"I see..."
The Inspector had no way of knowing if Giger Taus or the fugitive girls were truly absent as this woman said, but he felt he had danced long enough. With the woman right there in the entryway, he could apprehend her and eliminate her from the equation. Maybe that would lure out Mr. Taus if he was there. If not, the Inspector could bring in a team of specialists later to search the place and disable any traps Taus may have left for them.
Although he felt he had more than enough reasonable suspicion to make the arrest, the Inspector wanted to go a step farther just to be safe. Even with the broad powers granted by the special order, cutting corners for expediency ran contrary to his nature.
With binders at the ready, he drew out the detector from his pocket and held it up to the woman's face. Even without making direct contact, the crystal shone brightly, as brightly as it had done for the master mages of the Phoenix Guild. She was no mere latent mage. Her powers were fully awakened and rivaled some of the most formidable mages the Inspector had ever encountered.
It was possible that the standard-issue binders would not be enough to contain her powers, but he had to try. Even with a shortcut like a pre-prepared scroll, no spell was instantaneous. He just had to be faster.
However, as he moved to slap the binders on the wrist of her right hand, her arm shot up and she grabbed the wrist of his own right hand, which was still holding the detector up to her face. Just as he made a second attempt and got the binders on her, she had wound a cord about his wrist. His muscles suddenly seized up and the two of them were locked in a stalemate.
The woman was clearly struggling, but so long as the binders were only on one wrist, the circuit was open and she could still use her powers. Whatever she had done to him, there was no way for him to fight against it.
"Inspector!" Constable Andretti shouted.
The woman repositioned herself, probably to keep Inspector Andress in the line of fire. There were two other Witch-hunters close at hand and another two around back. The Inspector wanted the woman to know this in the hopes that she would realize the futility of her resistance, but when he tried to speak, his jaw refused to move.
"Tell him to drop the gun," the woman said.
The muscles in the Inspector's jaw loosened. He began to speak, but it was not him speaking. Something was speaking through him, obeying the woman's command.
"Drop the gun," he said.
"Inspector?"
Surely if Constable Andretti was in any way serious about his job, a number of points would have jumped out at him. For one thing, according to procedure, an officer is never to relinquish his weapon during a hostage situation. Second, in official parlance, a firearm is always referred to as a 'weapon', never a 'gun'. And that was just for starters.
What Constable Andretti should have done was call for backup. The only time you would not call in more officers was if negotiation was deemed possible, the hostage was a civilian, and agitating the hostage-taker unnecessarily risked the life of the hostage. That was not the case here and that rule only applied to ordinary hostage-takers. For the Witch-hunters, eliminating the threat of a rogue mage took first priority, even above the lives of civilians. Constable Andretti would be entirely justified shooting through the Inspector in order to get the woman.
That was not what the young constable did, however.
"Let go of him!" he shouted. "Hands up! Get down on your knees!"
There was a hard look in the woman's eyes as she tied a knot in the cord to secure it in place. She then held up her hands and slowly knelt down. All the while, Inspector Andress remained frozen in place.
He could hear Constable Andretti come closer as he said, "Talk to me, Inspector. What's wrong?"
Inspector Andress wanted to tell him to keep his distance, to take the opportunity to shoot her dead before she could work her arts on him, but still he could not speak.
Constable Andress was now just a couple paces away and coming into the extremity of the Inspector's peripheral vision.
"Inspector?"
"Hold him," the woman said.
As before, the Inspector felt his muscles relax before they went to work executing the woman's will. No amount of reluctance on his part would stop his body from doing what was commanded of it. He got behind Constable Andretti and caught him in a Nelson hold.
"Inspector!? What are you doing!?"
Try as he might, Inspector Andress could not let go of the constable. For his part, Constable Andretti seemed to quickly grasp the situation and was not deceived by the sight of an apparently unarmed woman on her knees with her hands up. The hold did not impede the movement of his forearms, so he twisted his arm to line up a shot.
"Turn around," the woman said.
Inspector Andress swung the constable's body around, but not before he got a shot off. He did not imagine that they were lucky enough that that shot would put an end to her. Constable Andretti did not seem to think so either, as he started shouting, "Help! Help! Warlock! Warlock!"
'Warlock' was Witch-hunter code for a hostile mage. It had no bearing on the classification of warlock as the mages reckoned it. That would make it clear to Sergeant Alphard and Constable Renoir that they needed to come in armed and ready, as if the gunshot was not clue enough.
They were not far off and came running with weapons drawn. The woman scrambled to get behind the Inspector and it looked like she was tying a cord to Constable Andretti's wrist as she had done to the Inspector. When that was done, the constable's body stiffened and he stopped resisting Inspector Andress' hold.
"Let him go, Inspector!" Sergeant Alphard shouted.
"You there!" Constable Renoir shouted to the woman. "Back away! Hands up!"
What the Inspector would give to be able to tell them to just shoot her. Perhaps he was wrong to have sent Inspector Coriolis around back. Surely he would be able to read the situation well enough to do what needed to be done.
"Take their guns," the woman said. "Hold them down."
Inspector Andress let go of Constable Andretti and went toward Constable Renoir while Andretti went after Sergeant Alphard.
Sounding much like Andretti before him, a confused and frightened Renoir held up his pistol in unsteady hands, saying, "Inspector, what are you doing? Stay back!"
No doubt it was an unsettling sight, seeing your superior shamble toward you like some puppet, but Inspector Andress would have hoped that his men were made of sterner stuff than this.
Showing the far steelier resolve you would expect from a more seasoned officer, Sergeant Alphard barked, "Andretti, halt!"
Of course Andretti did not halt. He could not halt. Because Inspector Andress was compelled to subdue Renoir, he did not see what happened next. There was a shot.
"Andretti! For the love a' God, man, halt!"
Another shot. Sounds of a struggle. Renoir let himself get distracted by this and was easily disarmed. The Inspector tossed the weapon aside and wrestled the hapless constable to the ground. As he was holding down Renoir, he found himself in a better position to see what was happening with Sergeant Alphard and Andretti. The two men were grappling with each other. Andretti was bleeding from the leg. Even with the magical compulsion driving him, he was no match for the Sergeant's strength, even less so with a bullet in him.
Before Sergeant Alphard could completely overcome Andretti, the woman ran at him. She tried to do her little trick with the cord again, but the Sergeant pushed her away. She landed near Renoir's pistol. Sergeant Alphard tried to take aim at her, but Andretti yanked his arm away, causing him to shoot the ground instead. It very nearly sounded like only one shot, but there were in fact two. The woman had taken up Renoir's pistol and shot Sergeant Alphard in the stomach. In her untrained hands, who knew where she meant to hit?
This staggered Sergeant Alphard enough to even the scales between him and Andretti and while they were more evenly matched, the woman was able to bind the cord to the Sergeant's wrist to bring him under her control. She then did the same for Renoir.
What now? Was she going to have them kill each other in some convoluted murder-suicide play? Andretti would not last long without medical attention and Sergeant Alphard might not make it even if they could get him to a doctor right away.
The woman surveyed the scene for a moment and sighed.
To Inspector Andress and Renoir, she said, "Help them inside. Quickly now."
Inspector Andress found himself supporting Sergeant Alphard as they followed the woman inside the cottage. As they were crossing the threshold, Inspector Andress could hear boots clapping on the pavement. Probably Inspector Coriolis sent Constable Leach around to check on the situation. It was risky for them to split up, but clearly Inspector Coriolis was not about to leave the back uncovered. Inspector Andress would have done the same. Now, Constable Leach was almost certainly told not to engage without reporting back first, but would he read the situation correctly?
Inspector Andress' attention turned to the inside of the cottage. This time it was not filled with the stench of the incense that was apparently used to blunt Master Turco's senses.
While tying back her hair, the woman raised her voice, saying, "Ramstein, come down here. I need you. Apollos, Priscilla, you too. Hurry."
She was surprisingly calm under the circumstances. She pointed to Inspector Andress and then to the kitchen table.
"Lie him down there and put pressure on the wound."
While the Inspector was busy getting Sergeant Alphard onto the table, the woman was giving similar instructions to put Andretti on the couch, which had a bedsheet spread over it. Inspector Andress heard the flapping of wings as something came on to the landing outside the upstairs bedroom.
"Mistress Reis, what is this?" an old man's voice asked.
"It's under control," the woman said.
"It does not look under control."
"Ramstein, don't argue. I need you to get me the battlemage's field kit. And transform. I'll need the extra set of hands."
"Kamellia, what the hell is this!?" a girl's voice demanded.
So this was Kamellia Reis after all. The Inspector had done some digging into her past after hearing the name mentioned by Miss Gamble. Kamellia Reis, the apprentice of Mordekai Grummond alleged to have been the Abomination behind the Vigau Incident. Some effort had been made to cover up this fact, but the job had not been done cleanly, which only succeeded in drawing more attention than averting it.
She was one of those seven missing and presumed dead following the Vigau Incident, along with her master, who was said to have been the one to put an end to the Abomination's rampage. If all this was indeed true, she had been alive all this time, hiding in the very town she nearly destroyed, but what was her connection to Giger Taus?
It came to him in an instant. Mordekai Grummond had another apprentice listed among the missing, one Barz Falkner. Judging from Taus' age, the pieces would fit. All the deceptions and deflections ran deep. What else did the Phoenix Guild conceal in the official reports?
Inspector Andress would love nothing more than to be able to act on this new information, but so long as he was under Kamellia Reis' spell, he was a helpless puppet. It would appear that she was going to attempt to save Sergeant Alphard and Constable Andretti's lives, but he would not be deceived into assigning any virtue to the act. She was the reason their lives were in danger in the first place and saving them was the pragmatic choice. Two dead Witch-hunters would greatly increase the pressure from ARCANUM. If she wanted to have any hope of eluding capture, they had to survive.
While all these thoughts were going through the Inspector's head, Kamellia Reis was giving instructions to the others in the room with her. The Inspector could not see them as he was preoccupied with trying to staunch the bleeding of Sergeant Alphard's gut wound. The bullet appeared to have hit his liver. He would have perhaps twenty minutes to live if no other vitals were damaged.
"Apollos, get me two Greater Heals and a Mid Heal," Kamellia Reis said. "Hurry on those Greater Heals. He doesn't have much time."
"Got it," a sluggish-sounding young man replied.
"Can you and Priscilla handle that other one?"
"Kamellia, he's bleeding everywhere," the girl complained.
"Then hurry up and get him healed," Kamellia Reis replied. "You can have the scissors when I'm done with them. Don't try to apply the scroll until you've cut away those trousers. And be sure to wash the wound out first."
"With what?" the girl asked.
"You're going to have to draw some water. Get a bucket for me while you're at it. Quickly now. Quickly."
"I'm a cat, not a combat medic!"
"You're a combat medic now. Hurry! Ramstein, can you cut away that tunic?"
"Very well, Mistress Reis," the old man replied. "I have not had to do something like this since the Border Skirmish of '57."
The Border Skirmish of '57? As in the Border Skirmish of 157, over a hundred years ago? Who was this old man?
Some footsteps could be heard approaching from the direction of the basement.
"What are you two doing here?" Kamellia Reis demanded. "Go back downstairs."
"We thought we could help," a girl's voice said. It was a different girl from the one who had been speaking before.
Rather than try to shoo them away again, Kamellia Reis said, "Alright then. Margot, draw us some water. Bernadotte, help Apollos with the scrolls."
Margot Leider and Bernadotte Ryczer. The fugitive girls were here after all. Kamellia Reis must have had them hide in the basement when Inspector Andress first identified himself as the police. Only two of the five were brave enough to come up under the circumstances.
From where he was standing, the Inspector could see a purple-haired girl going into the kitchen. It was Margot Leider. She only paid the Inspector and Sergeant Alphard a passing glance. Inspector Andress imagined most girls her age would be going into hysterics at such a sight, but her nerves did not seem to be quite so fragile.
"Ms. Reis, the Greater Heals," a girl the Inspector assumed to be Bernadotte Ryczer said.
As Bernadotte Ryczer was handing Kamellia Reis a couple scrolls of parchment, a voice shouted, "Freeze!"
It was Constable Leach standing there in the entryway with his pistol drawn. Like a fool, he had plunged blindly into this nest of vipers. He was taken aback by what he saw. Not knowing what was waiting for him inside, how could he not be?
Margot Leider put herself between Constable Leach and the others, further shaking him.
"Margot Leider?"
He almost sounded like he was not expecting to see her, despite the briefing. There was something more to it, though. Was there some sort of history between them? Inspector Andress would have to investigate the matter further if they ever got out of this.
Kamellia Reis seemed more annoyed than anything at the intrusion.
"If you want us to save your friends here, you'll put that thing away."
Another voice spoke up.
"You heard her, Leach. Put it away."
It was Inspector Coriolis, who had come in through the back and was standing in the kitchen with his revolver drawn and pointed at Constable Leach.
"Inspector?" a confused Leach asked. "What's going on here?"
"I'm afraid I might clip lil' Margot's ear if I have to put a bullet in you, so why don't you put that piece away like the lady said?"
Inspector Andress looked for the same sort of cord used to control the rest of them, but he did not see it on Inspector Coriolis' wrist. Also, none of the rest of them seemed able to speak. Constable Leach's question was all the more relevant. What was going on here?
In a move that would have almost certainly gotten her shot against anyone else, Margot Leider seized Constable Leach's revolver and wrested it out of his slackened grip. She then opened the chamber to dump the bullets on the floor and disassembled the revolver in a few swift motions. It would seem that Sergeant Leider had taught his daughter a thing or two.
While Constable Leach was standing there dumbfounded, Kamellia Reis told Bernadotte Ryczer, "Take some of the twine in my left sleeve and tie it around his wrist."
Unarmed and with Inspector Coriolis still pointing his weapon at him, all Constable Leach could do was raise his hands in surrender. Bernadotte Ryczer went over to Kamellia Reis and without interrupting her work, drew out one of the cords and tied it to Constable Leach's wrist as instructed. Once the knot was tied, he was as helpless as the rest of them.
With Constable Leach now unable to pose any further threat, Inspector Coriolis put away his pistol. Kamellia Reis ignored him while she held the two parchments over the entry and exit wounds on Sergeant Alphard's abdomen. After a few moments, she peeled them away and the wounds were gone. She checked his pulse and then turned to the ones working on Constable Andretti.
"How's it going over there?" she asked.
"We're done here, Kamellia," the sluggish boy said.
Kamellia Reis visibly sighed, then told Margot Leider, "Draw us some more water, Margot, so we can wash up."
"Okay," Margot Leider said, giving Constable Leach a distrustful look before heading to the kitchen.
Inspector Coriolis obligingly stepped aside to let her pass. With the immediate danger having passed, Kamellia Reis turned her attention to the Inspector.
"Why did you help us?" she asked.
"If I didn't, Eddo would be dead, most likely, probably Rosso, too," Coriolis replied. "I imagine you're the reason they were in that state, but it certainly would've been easy to leave 'em like that. You could've taken care of the Chief and Steffy too while you were at it. You didn't, though, and that tells me you're not completely lost."
"You give me too much credit, officer," Kamellia Reis said.
"I call 'em like I see 'em. Also, my wife's a witch, so I'm a bit biased."
"A Witch-hunter married to a witch?"
"It's why I joined ARCANUM," Coriolis said, "to protect her. Most of us here in Vigau, those of us who signed up at the start, we were trying to protect the mages. Seems like the Ministry figured it out, though. I'm guessing that's why they started transferring in outsiders, why they forced Inspector Clemence into retirement."
Inspector Andress had been warned about sympathizers before he was given his assignment, but Inspector Coriolis had managed to avoid suspicion up until now. Perhaps it was because Inspector Clemence did little to hide his sympathies that someone more covert like Inspector Coriolis got away with it. Inspector Andress cursed himself for the blind spot. He thought he was better than that.
"So, how do you want to play it from here?" Coriolis asked Kamellia Reis.
Margot Leider came in carrying a bucket of water and Kamellia Reis began to wash her hands while she thought about her answer.
"If there was no accounting for humanity, the surest thing would be to kill the lot of you, but I didn't go to all the trouble of saving those two men just to kill them. Besides, if six Witch-hunters turned up dead, ARCANUM would strike back that much harder."
The way she did not even flinch while saying any of this was telling. Clearly Inspector Andress had underestimated her. She may have shot Sergeant Alphard in the heat of the moment, but saving him and Constable Andretti were more acts of calculation than compassion, just as Inspector Andress had figured.
"The League has basically declared war on you mages," Inspector Coriolis said. "I wouldn't blame you for hitting back."
"We're too scattered right now," Kamellia Reis replied, "and even in our prime, there weren't many who were geared for fighting. Most spells take too much time to prepare and are easy to interfere with. We're just not suited for fighting a war."
Rogue mages were usually done in by their arrogance, but this one seemed to have a clear-eyed view of not only her own limitations but also those of the mage community as a whole. They were never that united even before the Mage Ban. Now the chances of them coming together to pose an effective resistance were slim to none. So far this was all according to ARCANUM's scenario, but if too many mages like this Kamellia Reis were to emerge, it could be problematic.
"Then what are you going to do?" Inspector Coriolis asked.
"I could try altering your memory," Kamellia Reis said. "It's difficult to fine-tune, but I could create a gap of a few days easily enough."
"That might buy you a little time, but not much," Inspector Coriolis said. "Chief here would be back before you knew it. He's got quite the passion for the Giger Taus fellow who lives here."
Kamellia Reis looked at Inspector Andress and said, "He can have that effect on people."
She then bit her thumb as she thought more intently on the problem at hand. It did not take her long before she came to a conclusion.
She asked the sluggish boy, "Do we have any copies of Arnem's Words of Suggestion?"
"Let me check," he said, rummaging through the bag.
Bernadotte Ryczer went over to assist him and before long, he produced a scroll.
"Found it."
The boy delivered the scroll to Kamellia Reis and she looked over it before saying to Inspector Andress and the other Witch-hunters in her thrall, "Gentlemen, form a circle and join hands."
The freshly healed Sergeant Alphard and Constable Andretti rose up and joined the other three. Inspector Andress did not know what Kamellia Reis meant to do, but there was nothing he could do to resist her.
She looked to Inspector Coriolis and told him, "You too, officer."
"I'd like to think I've demonstrated my good faith," he said.
She did not budge in the slightest.
"I can't afford to take any chances," she said. "Either you shoot me now or you go hold hands with your little friends."
As if to test her resolve, Coriolis drew his revolver once more and pointed it at her.
"Kamellia!" the sluggish boy cried.
She held out her hand to stop him and squared off against Inspector Coriolis. The woman had nerves of steel and in the end, Coriolis relented and lowered his weapon.
"Damn... Doesn't look like I can win, does it? Well, just don't make me do anything my little woman'll kill me for."
"I only seek to protect myself and these children in my care," Kamellia Reis said. "It shouldn't interfere with your marital felicity."
Inspector Coriolis sighed as he put his revolver back in its holster.
"You haven't met my little woman."
"I probably have, but I don't intend to pry any further. Now, if you will, officer...."
She told the other Witch-hunters, "Let him in."
Coriolis inserted himself between Inspector Andress and Sergeant Alphard.
"Sorry 'bout this, Chief," he said to Inspector Andress. "Bet this wasn't how you thought your day would go, eh?"
He did not know the half of it and if ever the Inspector was in command of his faculties again, the first thing he would do was clap this traitor in irons.
However, he was not in command of his faculties and could do nothing as Kamellia Reis broke the seal on the scroll and held the parchment to the Inspector's back.
"You will heed my voice," she said. "You will do as I command. My will is your will. You will forget what has happened here. No one was here. The house was abandoned. Giger Taus left without a trace. There was no sign of anyone else either. If they were here, they are long gone. There are no leads. The trail has gone cold.
"You will go about your business as you will. You will ignore anything that might remind you of this place and what happened. Nothing happened. Nothing happened."
Inspector Andress could feel his mind grow hazy. He tried to fix in his mind the things she was telling him to forget, but it was like grasping at wisps of smoke. It was all slipping away from him and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
"Now be on your way," a woman's voice said. "And if anyone asks what happened to you, you were attacked by a madman. He escaped by jumping into the river."
The scene began to take shape in the Inspector's mind. Yes, that was what happened. They needed to go back to the station and report it. If they hurried, they might be able to catch him before he could get too far.