She nodded. "The next order of business will be to find the Steadholder"s nephew and make sure that he is safe from both this vord creature and from Kalare"s bloodcrows."
"Alleged bloodcrows, Your Grace," Fidelias corrected her. "After all, we don"t know for a fact that they belong to Lord Kalare."
Lady Aquitaine gave Fidelias an arch look. "Oh yes. How thoughtless of me. I presume you have Kalare"s holdings in the capital under surveillance?"
Fidelias gave her a mildly reproachful look.
"Of course you do. Find out what your watchers have seen most recently and put absolutely anyone you can spare on this matter at once. Secure the boy and ensure his safety."
He ducked his head into a polite bow. "Yes, Your Grace. Though if I may offer a thought before I leave?"
Lady Aquitaine waved her hand in an acquiescing gesture.
The a.s.sa.s.sin nodded. "My investigation since arriving here revealed a pattern of unusual activity in the Deeps. A significant number of people have gone missing over the winter, and in my judgment it wasn"t as a result of infighting between the local criminal interests. These creatures the Marat warned about could be involved."
Lady Aquitaine arched an eyebrow. "Do you really think so?"
Fidelias shrugged. "It certainly seems possible. But the Deeps are extensive, and given our limitations in manpower, it would require a considerable amount of time to search them."
Lady Aquitaine flicked her finger in a gesture of negation. "No, that will not be for us to accomplish. The security of the Deeps will certainly be of concern to the Royal Guard and Crown Legion. We will advise them of the potential danger at the first opportunity. For now, focus on the boy. He is our interest here."
"Yes, my lady." The a.s.sa.s.sin inclined his head to her, nodded to Isana, and departed the room.
Isana sat in silence for a moment and found her heart pounding too swiftly. She felt her hands shaking and clasped them together, only to feel a clammy sweat p.r.i.c.kling over her brow, her cheeks.
Lady Aquitaine sat up, frowning as she stared at Isana. "Steadholder? Are you unwell?"
"I am fine," she murmured, then swallowed a bitter taste from her mouth, and added, "my lady."
Lady Aquitaine frowned, but nodded to her. "I"ll need to go shortly in order to contact our field commander via water."
Isana paused in startled shock. She herself had been able to send Rill out through the streams of most of the Calderon Valley-but that was largely because she had lived there for so long and knew the local furies so well. With effort, Isana could perhaps have communicated through Rill as far as Garrison, but Lady Aquitaine was casually speaking about sending her furies five hundred times as far as the extreme limits of Isana"s talents.
Lady Aquitaine regarded Isana for a moment more, before saying, "You really do believe that they are in mortal danger. Your family."
"They are," Isana said simply.
Lady Aquitaine nodded slowly. "You would never have come to me, otherwise."
"No," Isana said. "No, I would not."
"Do you hate me?" she asked.
Isana took a slow breath before answering, "I hate what you represent."
"And what is that?"
"Power without conviction," Isana replied, her tone lifeless, matter-of-fact. "Ambition without conscience. Decent folk suffer at the hands of those like you."
"And Gaius?" Lady Aquitaine asked. "Do you hate the First Lord?"
"With every beat of my heart," Isana replied. "But that is for a different reason entirely."
Lady Aquitaine made a noise in her throat to indicate that she was listening and nodded, but Isana did not continue. After a moment of silence, the High Lady nodded again, and said, "You seem to be one who appreciates forthright honesty. So I will offer you that. I regret what happened in Calderon two years ago," she said. "It was a senseless waste of life. I opposed it to my husband, but I do not rule his decisions."
"You opposed it out of the goodness of your heart?" Isana asked. She tasted the faint sarcasm on her words.
"I opposed it because it was inefficient and could too easily fail and recoil upon us," she said. "I would much prefer to gain power through the building of solid alliances and loyalties, without resorting to violence."
Isana frowned at her. "Why should I believe you?"
"Because I"m telling you the truth," Lady Aquitaine said. "Gaius is old, Steadholder. There is no need for violence to remove him from the throne. Time will eventually play the a.s.sa.s.sin for us, and he has no heir. Those in the strongest position to rule when Gaius pa.s.ses may be able to a.s.sume the throne without allowing matters to devolve into an armed struggle for power." She offered Isana her hand. "Which is why I am quite serious when I tell you that your loyalty places upon me an obligation to protect your family as if it was my own. And I will do so by every means at my disposal." She nodded to her hand. "Take it and see. I"ll not hide myself from you."
Isana stared at the High Lady for a moment. Then she reached out and took her hand. She felt nothing for a second, then there was a sudden gentle pressure of emotion from Lady Aquitaine.
"Are you telling me the truth?" Isana asked her quietly. "Do you intend to help me and my kin?"
"I am," Lady Aquitaine said. "I do."
Through their clasped hands, Isana felt Lady Aquitaine"s presence as a subtle vibration on the air, and her words rang with the clarity of truth and confidence. It was not an affectation of furycrafting. That tone of truth was not something that could be falsified, not to someone of Isana"s skill. Lady Aquitaine might have been able to conceal falsehoods behind vague clouds of disinterest and detached calm, but there was the quivering power of sincerity in her statements, and nothing cloudy about it.
She might be ambitious, calculating, relentless, and merciless-but Invidia Aquitaine meant what she said. She fully intended to do everything in her power to help Bernard, to protect Tavi.
Isana shuddered and could not stop a slow sob of relief from surging through her. The past days had been a nightmare of blood and fear and helpless frustration, a struggle to reach the man with the power to protect her family. She had reached Lady Aquitaine instead.
But, Isana realized, if Invidia could do as she claimed, if she could make certain that Bernard and Tavi were safe, then Isana would have no choice but to return that loyalty in good faith. She would become a part of something meant to tear down the First Lord, and willingly, if that was the price for protecting her own. She had committed herself.
But that didn"t matter. As long as Tavi and her brother were safe, it was worth the price.
Lady Aquitaine said nothing, and did not withdraw her hand, until Isana finally looked up again. The High Lady then rose, glanced down at her gown, and frowned at it until its color darkened from scarlet to a red so deep it was almost black and better suited to avoiding notice in the night. Then she regarded Isana with cool eyes not entirely devoid of compa.s.sion, and said, "I must see to our communications, Steadholder. I"ve arranged for you to be taken under guard to my manor, where quarters await you. I will bring you word of your brother and your nephew the moment I have it."
Isana rose. Her head"s pounding had eased significantly, and the lack of pain was a powerful soporific. She wanted little more than to get some rest. "Of course, my lady," she said quietly.
"Come with me, then," she said. "I"ll walk you to the coach."
Isana followed Lady Aquitaine out of the building and found a coach waiting outside. It featured positions for half a dozen footmen, and each was occupied by an armed man with a hard expression and confident hands. Lady Aquitaine steadied Isana with one hand as she mounted the steps into the coach, and the footman closed the door behind her.
"Rest if you are able," Lady Aquitaine said, making a curt gesture to the night with one hand. A tall grey steed walked amicably out of the darkness, stopping to nuzzle Lady Aquitaine"s shoulder. She pushed the beast"s head away from her dress with an expression of annoyed fondness. "I will do all in my power to act immediately, and I will do everything I am able to get immediate word to the First Lord regarding the dangers here and in Calderon. You have my promise."
"Thank you," Isana said.
"Do not thank me, Steadholder," Lady Aquitaine said. "I do not offer this to you as a gift of patron to client. We have entered into a contract as peers-and one that I hope will benefit us both for years to come."
"As you wish, my lady."
Lady Aquitaine mounted gracefully, inclined her head to Isana, and said to the driver, "Martus, be cautious. Hired cutters have already sought her life once this night."
"Yes, Your Grace," the driver answered. "We"ll see her there safe."
"Excellent." Lady Aquitaine turned her horse and set off at a brisk trot down the street, veil and gown flowing around her. One of the footmen drew down heavy leather curtains over the side of the coach, plunging it into darkness and preventing anyone from getting a look at its pa.s.senger. The driver clucked to his team, and the coach jolted into motion down the streets.
Isana leaned her head back against a cushion and lay limp, too exhausted to do more. She"d done it. She had paid a price that she knew would haunt her, but it was done. Help was on its way to Tavi and Bernard. Everything else was immaterial.
She was asleep before the coach was out of sight of the wine club.
Chapter 42
Tavi woke up with his head pounding, but his instincts screamed warnings, and he most carefully did not move or alter the patterns of his breathing. If he was still alive, it meant that his captors intended him to be that way. Announcing that he was alert would profit him nothing. Instead, he kept himself limp and pa.s.sive and sought to learn whatever he could about his surroundings and his captors.
He was sitting in a chair. He could feel the hard wood under him, and his legs were bound, one to each leg of the chair. His elbows rested at the right height for the arms of a chair, though he could not feel his hands. He surmised that his wrists were bound, and that his bonds had cut off the circulation to his hands.
He could hear the creaking of wood around him. Most of the buildings in the city were constructed of stone. The only wooden structures were outside the walls of the capital itself, or else were the storage houses and shipwrights down at Riverside. He took part of a breath through his nose and caught the faint smell of water and fish. The river, then, and not outside the capital"s walls. He was in a warehouse or a shipwright"s-or, he amended, upon a ship. The Gaul was a wide, deep river, the largest in all Alera, and even deepwater vessels could sail up it to the capital.
"Were you able to fix him?" growled a male voice. From the sound of it, it was coming to him from an adjacent room, or possibly from the other side of a thin door or heavy screen. The voice itself had the quality of one shut indoors. His captors, then, most likely.
"I stopped the bleeding," said a voice, a woman"s. It had an odd accent, from somewhere in the south of the Realm, Tavi thought, perhaps Forcian. "He"ll have to see a professional about getting his nose back, though."
The man let out a laugh that had nothing to do with merriment. "That"s rich. Serves him right for letting a little girl get to him."
There was an oppressive silence.
"You aren"t little, Rook," the man said, his tone defensive.
"Bear in mind," Rook said, "that the girl is a Marat. They are physically stronger than most Alerans."
"Must be good exercise, bedding all those animals," he said.
"Thank you, Turk, for reminding me why some of us attend to the jobs that require intelligence, while others are restricted to the use of knives and clubs."
Turk snorted. "I get the job done."
"Then why is the Steadholder not dead?"
"Someone interfered," Turk said. "And no one told us that the old man was that good with a blade."
"Very true," Rook said. "The armsman protecting the coach was, goodness, skilled at arms. I can see why you were taken off guard."
Turk growled out a vitriolic curse. "I got the boy, didn"t I?"
"Yes. The old crow might even decide not to make you sorry you weren"t with the men at Nedus"s manor."
"Don"t worry," Turk said, sullen. "I"ll get her."
"For your sake, I hope you are correct," Rook said. "If you will excuse me."
"You"re not staying? I thought you were done."
"Try not to think too much," she said. "It doesn"t do anyone any favors. I have a few loose ends to trim before I go."
"What do you want us to do with these two?"
"Keep them until the old crow arrives to question them. And before you ask, the answer is no. You aren"t to touch either one of them meanwhile. He"ll tell you how he wants you to handle it afterward."
"One of these days," Turk said in an ugly tone, "someone is going to shut your mouth for you."
"Possibly. But not today. And never you."
A door opened and closed, and Tavi chanced a quick peek up through the veil of his hair. He was in a storage house, surrounded by wooden shipping crates. A muscular, ill-favored man, dressed in a sleeveless river rat"s tunic, stood glaring at the door as it closed. To Tavi"s right, there was another chair, and Kitai was tied into hers just as he was into his-except that she"d had a leather satchel drawn over her head and tied loosely shut around her neck.
Tavi lowered his head again, and a second later Turk, the ugly man, turned and walked across the floor toward him. Tavi remained still as the man pressed fingers against his throat, grunted, and stepped over to Kitai. Tavi opened an eye enough to see him touch her wrist, then turn and stalk out of the warehouse. He slammed the door shut behind him, and Tavi heard a heavy bolt sliding into place.
Tavi agonized for a moment over what to do. The place may have had some sort of furycrafted guardian set to watch him-but on the other hand, the presence of any kind of formidable guardian would have drawn the attention of the civic legion"s furycrafters, who regularly inspected the warehouses in Riverside. That meant that if there were any furies set to watch him, they would probably only raise the alarm, rather than attacking.
Tavi tested his bonds, but there was not an inch of the ropes that were not inescapably tight. If he"d been conscious when tied, he could have attempted to keep his muscles tight so that when he relaxed them there would have been some margin of slack in the ropes to allow him to wriggle out of them. But it hadn"t happened that way, and there seemed little he could do now.
Even if he had been free, it might not have done him any good. There was only one door to the storage house-the one Turk had just walked out. Tavi tested his chair. It wasn"t fastened down, and the legs thumped quietly on the floorboards as he wiggled back and forth.
Kitai"s head jerked up, lifting the leather satchel. Her voice was m.u.f.fled. "Aleran?"
"I"m here," he said.
"You are all right?"
"Got a headache I"m going to remember for a while," he responded. "You?"
She made a spitting sound from inside the hood. "A bad taste in my mouth. Who were those men?"
"They were talking about trying to kill my aunt Isana," Tavi said. "They probably work for Lord Kalare."
"Why did they take us?"
"I"m not sure," he said. "Maybe because getting rid of me will make Gaius look weak. Maybe to use me to try to lure Aunt Isana into a trap. Either way, they aren"t going to let us go after this is over."
"They will kill us," she said.
"Yes."
"Then we must escape."
"That would follow, yes," Tavi said. He tensed up, testing his bonds again, but they were secure. "It"s going to take me hours to get out of these. Can you get loose?"