"And coming to kill Gaius," Varg said. "He wants to cripple your leadership. Leave you vulnerable." Varg rested a hand on the hilt of its sword and showed its teeth in an easy grin. "I attempted to warn your First Lord. But some pup with more guts than brains stopped me with a knife."
"So you tried to point me at it," Tavi said. "And hoped I would figure it out for myself. That"s why you sent the letter to Gaius like that, too. So that he would investigate the ship and see that the guards weren"t actually leaving."
Varg let out a growl that somehow sounded affirmative. "Didn"t work. So I brought you here."
Tavi tilted his head and studied Varg closely. "Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why expose this to us at all? You are an enemy of my people."
Varg looked at Tavi for a moment, then said, "Yes. And one day my people will come for you, pup. And when I rip the throat from your First Lord, it will be on the battlefield, when I have burned your lands, destroyed your homes, and slain your warriors-and you. There will be no secrets. No sorcery. No betrayal. One day I will tear the belly from the whole of your breed, Aleran. And you will see me coming all the while."
Tavi swallowed, suddenly very afraid.
Varg continued. "I have no stomach for Sarl"s methods. He would sacrifice the lives of my pack for the sake of a treachery he thinks will give us your lands. He defies my authority. He makes pacts with unknown forces employing strange witcheries. He would rob our victory of honor, of pa.s.sion." Varg held up the claws of its right hand and regarded them for a moment. "I won"t have it."
"He wants you dead, too," Tavi pointed out.
Varg"s teeth showed again. "But I found him out too late. All but two of my battlepack had already been bewitched. They are now gone. They will hunt me. They may well kill me. But I will not let Sarl say that he bested me entirely. So the next step is yours, pup."
"Me?" Tavi asked.
Varg nodded and growled, "There is not much time before Sarl moves. And we both know that even if I spoke to Gaius, he would be slow to believe me." Varg pulled up the hood on his cloak and strode to a side pa.s.sage leading off from the long gallery. "It will not be long before Sarl is on my trail. I will lead him away. You are the only one who can stop them now, pup."
Varg vanished into the darkness of the tunnels, leaving the dim scarlet lamp behind.
"Crows," Tavi said weakly. "Why does this keep happening to me?"
Chapter 38
Fidelias had to give Steadholder Isana credit: The woman had courage. Only hours ago, she had been wounded in an attack that had killed virtually everyone she knew within the capital. She had missed death by the width of a few fingers and by the fraction of a second it had taken Fidelias to steady his aim on the a.s.sa.s.sin-archer and release his own shaft. She was, as far as she was concerned, consorting with murderers and traitors to the Realm, even now.
And yet she walked with a quality of quiet dignity as they left the relative security of the room within the brothel. She had covered herself in a large cloak without complaint, though upon entering the raucous main hall of the house, her face had turned a decided shade of pink upon observing the activities there.
"This second-in-command," Isana asked as they walked outdoors. "Will he have the support of your employer?"
Fidelias mused over the woman"s choice of words. She could as easily have said, "Lady Aquitaine" and "Lord Aquitaine," but she had not. She had understood that Fidelias had avoided mentioning their names where it might be overheard, and had respected that. It gave him hope that the woman might actually have enough flexibility of thought to work with them.
"Completely," he told her.
"I have conditions," she warned him.
Fidelias nodded. "You will need to take it up at the meeting, Steadholder," he replied. "I"m only a messenger and escort. But I think it likely that some sort of exchange can be negotiated."
Isana nodded within her hood. "Very well. How far must we walk?"
"Not much farther, Steadholder."
Isana let out an exasperated little breath. "I have a name. I"m getting tired of everyone calling me Steadholder."
"Think of it as a compliment," Fidelias advised her. The hairs on the back of his neck abruptly rose, and he forced himself not to turn and stare around like a spooked cat. Someone was following him. He had played the game long enough to know that. For the moment, at least, he did not need to know the details. He had shown his face too often the previous day, and one of any number of opportunists would love to turn him in to the Crown and collect his bounty prize. "No other woman in the Realm can lay claim to the same t.i.tle."
"No other woman in the Realm knows my recipe for spicebread, either," Isana said, "but no one says anything about that."
Fidelias turned to smile briefly at her. He used the moment to catch sight of their followers in the corner of his vision. Two of them, large rough types, doubtless river rats for one of the hundreds of riverboats now docked at the city for the festivities. He could see little more than that they were not i dressed well, and one of them had a drunken hesitation to his step. "Do you mind if I ask you a question?"
"Yes," she said. "But ask."
"I cannot help but take note that you have no husband, Steadholder. Nor any children. That is... unusual, for a woman of our Realm, given the laws. I take it that you did spend your time in the camps when you came of age?"
"Yes," she said, her tone flat. "As the law requires."
"But no children," he said.
"No children," she replied.
"There was a man?" Fidelias asked.
"Yes. A soldier. We were together for a time."
"You bore him a child?"
"I began to. It ended prematurely. He left me shortly after. But the local commander sent me home." She glanced aside at him. "I have fulfilled my duties under the law, sir. Why do you ask?"
"It"s something to pa.s.s the time," Fidelias said, trying for an amiable smile.
"Something to pa.s.s the time while you look for a place to deal with the two men following us, you mean," she said.
Fidelias blinked up at her, for the Steadholder was a hand taller than he and more, but this time his smile was genuine. "You"ve a remarkable eye for a civilian."
"It isn"t my eyes," she said. "Those men are putting off greed and fear like a sheep does stink."
"You can feel them from here?" Fidelias felt himself grow even more impressed with the woman. "They must be fifty feet away. You have a real gift for watercrafting."
"Sometimes I think I would prefer not to have it," she said. "Or at least not quite this much of it." She pressed fingers against her temple. "I do not think I shall go out of my way to visit cities in the future. They"re far too loud, even when most are asleep."
"I sympathize to some degree," Fidelias said, and turned their path down a side lane that wandered among several homes and was thick with shadow. "I"ve seen watercrafters who were unable to maintain their stability when their gifts were as strong as yours."
"Like Odiana," she said.
Fidelias felt disquieted at the mention of the mad water witch"s name. He did not care for Odiana. She was too much of an unknown quant.i.ty for his liking. "Yes."
"She told me about when she first came into her furies," Isana said. "Frankly, I"m surprised she"s as stable as she is."
"Interesting," Fidelias said, and found a nook between two buildings. "She"s never spoken to me about it."
"Have you asked?" Isana said.
"Why would I?"
"Because human beings care about one another, sir." She shrugged. "But then, why would you?"
Fidelias felt a faint twist of irritation as the Steadholder"s words bit home. His reaction surprised him. For a moment, he considered the possibility that the woman might be speaking more accurately than he was prepared to admit. It had been quite some time since he"d had occasion to behave according to motives other than necessity and self-preservation.
Since the day he had betrayed Amara, in fact.
Fidelias frowned. He hadn"t thought of her in some time. In fact, it seemed a bit odd that he had not done so. Perhaps he had been pushing her out of his mind, deliberately forgetting to consider her. But for what reason?
He closed his eyes for a step or two, thinking of the shock on Amara"s face when she had been buried to her chin in rough earth, captured by Aquitaine"s most capable henchmen. She had deduced his change in loyalties like a true Cursor, but her logic had not prepared her for her emotional reaction. When she accused him, when he admitted that her accusation was true, there had been a flash of expression in her eyes he could not seem to forget. Her eyes had been filled with pain, shocked anger, and sadness.
Something in his chest twisted in a sympathetic reaction, but he ruthlessly forced it away.
He wasn"t sure he regretted that he had pushed his emotions so completely aside, and it was that lack of regret that caused him concern. Perhaps the Steadholder was correct. Perhaps he had lost something vital, some spark of life and warmth and empathy that had been extinguished by his betrayal of the Crown and his subsequent actions in the Calderon Valley. Could a man"s heart, his soul, perish and yet leave him walking and talking as if alive?
Again, he pushed the thoughts aside. He had no time for that kind of maudlin introspection now. The bounty hunters had begun to close the distance on Fidelias and Isana.
Fidelias drew his short, heavy bow clear of his cloak and slipped a thick and ugly arrow onto the string. With the practiced speed of a lifetime of experience as an archer and woodcrafter, he turned, drew, and sent his shaft home into the throat of the rearmost bounty hunter.
The bounty hunter"s partner let out a shout and charged, evidently unaware that the first man was already dead, Fidelias noted. Amateurs, then. It was an old archer"s trick, shooting the rearmost foe so that his companions would continue advancing in the open unaware of the danger instead of scattering for cover. Before the would-be bounty hunter had closed the distance, Fidelias nocked another arrow, drew, and sent the heavy shaft through the charging man"s left eye at a range of about five feet.
The man dropped, already dead. He lay on the ground, one leg twitching steadily. The first bounty hunter thrashed around for a few more seconds, his spraying blood pattering on the cobblestones. Then he went still.
Fidelias watched them for a full minute more, then set down his bow, drew his knife, and checked the pulse in their throats to be sure they were dead. He had few doubts that they were, but the professional in him hated sloppy work, and only after he was sure both men were dead, did he take up his bow again.
Perhaps Isana was more right than she knew.
Perhaps he had lost the capacity to feel.
Not that it mattered.
"Steadholder," he said, turning to face her. "We should keep moving."
Isana stared at him in total silence, her face pale. Her schooled mask of confidence was gone, replaced with an expression of sickened horror.
"Steadholder," Fidelias said. "We must leave the streets." She seemed to shake herself a little. She looked away from him, narrowed her eyes, and a.s.sumed her mask again. "Of course," she said. Her voice shook a little. "Lead on."
Chapter 39
"Come on," Tavi said. "We"ve got to go."
"Not yet," Kitai said. She turned to the entry of the tunnel and slipped down into it.
"Crows," Tavi muttered. He set the bottle aside and followed her, hissing, "It drops off on the right. Stay to your left."
He followed Kitai back into the ledge above the alien chamber, and crouched beside her as she stared down at the croach croach, the slow-moving wax spiders, the motionless Canim.
"By the One," she whispered, her eyes wide. "Aleran, we must go."
Tavi nodded and turned to go.
A wax spider appeared over the rim of the ledge, between them and the way back, and moved with lazy grace down the stone ledge toward Tavi.
Tavi froze. The wax spiders were venomous, but, more to the point, they worked with others of their kind. If this one signaled its companions, they would all come after him together-and while he might escape the slow-moving spiders, he would never outrun the bewitched Canim. He might be able to kill the spider, but not without its alerting the rest of its kind.
He glanced back over his shoulder at Kitai. She could only stare back at him, her eyes wide.
And then the spider"s front leg touched lightly down on Tavi"s hand, and he had to clench his teeth over a scream.
The spider stopped, luminous eyes whirling. It touched his hand with one forelimb for a moment, then used two of its front legs to gently run over his arm and shoulders. He remained rigidly still. The spider"s limbs traced lightly over him, darting from his skin to the underside of its head and back several times, before it simply moved forward, stepping on his hand, elbow, then shoulder and crawled over him without attacking, without raising its whistling alarm cry, and without seeming otherwise to notice him.
Tavi turned his head slowly, only to watch the spider repeat its performance upon Kitai, then glide over her and down to the end of the ledge where it crouched and vomited out a patch of pale green croach croach, which it then began spreading over the ledge.
Tavi traded a long stare with Kitai, perplexed, and wasted no more time in heading back into the tunnel and away from the croach-filled cavern.
"Why did it do that?" Tavi blurted as soon as he had left the tunnel. "Kitai, it should have raised a warning and attacked. Why didn"t it?"
Kitai emerged from the tunnel a second later, and even in the sullen light of the Canim lamp, he could see that she was pale and trembling violently.
Tavi stood absolutely motionless for a second. "Kitai?" he asked.
She rose, her arms wrapping around herself as if cold, and her eyes did not focus upon anything. "It must not be," she whispered. "It must not be."
Tavi reached out to her, laying his hand upon her arm. "What must not be?"
She looked up at him, her expression fragile. "Aleran. If... the old tales. If my people"s tales are correct. Then these are the vord."
"Um," Tavi said. "The what?"
"The vord," Kitai whispered, and shuddered as she did. "The devourers. The eaters of worlds, Aleran."
"I haven"t ever heard of them."