His Cure For Magic (Book 2)
and have no concern, I only listened."
    Silas' eyes fell on the man, and his mind fought to catch up.
    "Davin?" He put his hand to his head and closed his eyes. "Davin Embolt." He opened them again, staring at the man. "You're a long way from home."
    "You know him?" Eryn asked. She pulled her hand away.
    "Knew him," Silas said. "Yes, I guess I did."
    "Davin Capaldi, the King of Hearts, at your service." Davin bowed slightly, causing the dozens of gold and silver chains he was wearing to clang together. He was dressed in soft leather and rich velvet, and a sword hung from his hip. He brushed a lock of black hair from his eyes as he stood. "I changed my name when I came to Varrow. In any case, the General and I have worked together before, many, many years ago. What was his name again, Talon? Oh, but it's Silas now, isn't it. The Hero of Elling. Ironic that we should both be here, now." He paused and stared at Silas. "You don't look like you've aged a single day."
    "Ilon," Silas whispered, his eyes shifting back and forth beneath the memory. He licked his lips and swallowed. "He was Cursed. The son of the Constable of Eveline. He refused to turn the boy over, and the soldiers there were very loyal to him."
    "I was working as a mercenary at the time, in Pesboro City. Silas hired me to help him get to the boy, and kill him."
    "I didn't want my men to find out their brothers had betrayed us," Silas said.  
    "You showed up with a purse full of silver, and at the time I was happy to accept. The two of us killed twelve soldiers, the Constable, the Constable's wife and all four of their children."
    Silas closed his eyes again. He could see that night in the back of his mind. He remembered the boy sitting up in his bed, screaming for his mother with nothing but fear in his eyes.  
    "I've regretted taking that job every day for the last twenty years," Davin said. "On quiet nights, I can still hear the children crying." He paused and wiped a tear from his eye. A moment later, Silas did the same. "I couldn't stand being anywhere near Eveline after that, so I moved here and used the silver you paid me to start matching mercenaries with merchants. I refused to work with the army ever again. The business was a success, and over time I started buying buildings, opening more businesses and running all of the underground operations here. I'd heard the Hero of Elling had white hair and blue eyes, but I never suspected it was you. I never forgot your face, Silas."
    "I forgot yours, but I remember it now. I wish I didn't."  
    Davin smiled. "I think we've both learned the true meaning of regret since then. You're the Hero of Elling now, and you're here in Varrow City. I'm sure you wouldn't be unless you had a good reason."
    "What do you know about the Dark?" Eryn asked.  
    Silas heard Ames gasp behind him. Davin only stared.  
    "I know that no one who speaks of it as if it is a real thing stays out of the path of his soldiers for long. What do you know about the Dark?"
    "We've seen two different maps that say it is a real thing. I think there's a reason he doesn't want anyone to know of it," Silas said, "and I want to find out what that reason is."
    "Amman must be with you, to deliver you to my care. Come with me."
    Davin motioned for them to follow. He walked back into the changing room. It was a small and simple room, barren except for a full-length mirror hanging against the wall. He pushed the mirror to the side, sliding it along hidden tracks and revealing a small space with a ladder leading underground.
    "As I said, listening only," Davin said, turning towards Eryn.  
    "Having someone look upon my naked flesh is the least of my concerns," she replied.
    Davin laughed at that. "I should have expected as much from anyone who can match with the General." He entered the space and started climbing down the ladder. "I have heard that most of the cities in the Empire have tunnels like these. They're very convenient for the business that the

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