There were ways out, but none was likely. If Neph actually recovered Curoch, of course, he could shatter Jorsin"s work and anyone who rose against him even without the krul or the Strangers or Khali. If he could steal the black ka"kari, he could make it devour Jorsin"s magics, raise the krul, and the krul would crush anyone who rose against him. He could use the black ka"kari to walk into Ezra"s Wood and steal Curoch and everything else there. His last hope was to raise Khali herself. It had been Khali"s wish for as long as she had been worshiped. It was enshrined in every Khalidoran"s prayer: Khalivos ras en me. Khalivos ras en me. Khali, make your home in me. If Khali, make your home in me. If Neph could give Khali a body, she would give him everything. Neph was preparing the magic and trying to find a proper host for Khali in case he needed to do it, but it was a last resort. Khali would surely teach him how to deny the vir to the G.o.dking if Neph gave her true embodiment. But if Khali had a body, if she could give him everything, could she not also take everything from him? Neph could give Khali a body, she would give him everything. Neph was preparing the magic and trying to find a proper host for Khali in case he needed to do it, but it was a last resort. Khali would surely teach him how to deny the vir to the G.o.dking if Neph gave her true embodiment. But if Khali had a body, if she could give him everything, could she not also take everything from him?
Neph turned pensive eyes toward Eris. He needed, as always with these arrogant children, to seal the lie. "If it is Curoch, Eris, I"ll give you whatever you ask. But there are two things you should know. You have not the power to wield it even for an instant. It will kill you if you try. Second, I will kill you if you try." His vir squirmed up and down his arms as he laid a tiny weave on her. "I know you can untie that weave, but one of my other spies at the Chantry will be checking on you. If you tamper with it, she has instructions to kill you. Don"t worry, the weave is small enough to escape any but the closest magical examination."
Eris"s face paled. It would, of course, be her death if any loyal Sister found that weave. But Neph had also revealed that he had another spy close enough to her that the spy could check on the weave regularly. "How likely is it that Kylar has Curoch?" she asked.
"Not likely. But the prize is worth the possibility of losing you."
A green hue entered her skin. "I want Alitaera," she said defiantly. "That"s my price. If it"s Curoch, you"ll take all Midcyru. I want to be queen of Alitaera. I have debts to repay."
Neph pretended to think about it. "Done," he said.
51
Kylar opened his eyes in darkness. His whole body ached, but he knew where he was instantly. Nothing else had the sewage-and-rotten-eggs smell of the Maw. They"d put him in one of the n.o.bles" cells. He wouldn"t have been surprised to find himself in the Hole, or dead. He was glad they hadn"t killed him. It would be better for Logan if there was a trial first.
"I must have been twice your age when I killed my first queen," a familiar voice said. " "Course, I didn"t make such a d.a.m.n mess of it."
"Durzo?" Kylar sat up, but the man squatting on his heels across from him was unfamiliar. The laugh wasn"t.
"I"m going by Dehvi now." The voice took on a tonal accent, "Dehvirahaman ko Bruhmaeziwakazari I have the honor to be." Durzo"s voice came back as he said, "They used to call me the Ghost of the Steppes, or A Breath in the Typhoon."
"Durzo? Is that an illusion?"
"Call it advanced body magic. It was one of the things I was going to teach you if you hadn"t developed your Talent so d.a.m.n slow. We"ve only got a few minutes. All the guards down here are honest, if you can believe it. And your trial"s going on as we speak."
"Already?"
"Your pal the king seems to have high esteem for your powers. Almost accurately high. They drugged you. You"ve been unconscious for a week."
"Logan"s the king?"
"Without opposition. He and Duke Wesseros are presiding over the trial. It"s too bad you"re missing it. You"d be amazed at what Gwinvere can get witnesses to say."
"Momma K"s on trial?" Kylar asked. He was still off-balance. He couldn"t place things. It was unreal to be talking with Durzo.
"No, no, no. But what she"s doing is making sure the witnesses bring up Terah"s indiscretions as many times as possible. The honorable judges are trying to quell the rumors, but Momma K"s already won. No one thinks you killed a saint. That helps Logan, but you still killed a queen in plain sight of eighteen people. Logan wants to give you a n.o.bleman"s death, but they"ve already heard testimony that you"re not a Stern-the Sterns were pretty adamant about that, go figure-and some lady who sat next to you at the coronation says you turned down the Drake"s adoption. He gave you the rings and you refused to put them on. So you"re looking at the wheel. I did that once. It"s a real s.h.i.tty way to die, especially for someone who heals as fast as we do."
"You came back," Kylar said. "You gave me Retribution. Again."
Durzo shrugged, as if it were nothing. He reached for a pouch, then stopped himself. "You put philodunamos on the crown?"
Kylar nodded.
"You wonder why it didn"t work? Someone cleaned it off. The laundress swears she dumped some cleaning rags into the water and boom! There was a fire. No one believes her. She lost an arm and her job."
Kylar"s stomach turned. He"d nearly killed an innocent. Again. What could a one-armed laundress do?
"So," Durzo said. "Time"s wasting. You want to live or die?"
"I"ll take any way out that doesn"t make Logan look complicit or weak." At Durzo"s grimace, he said, "And don"t tell me you wouldn"t give your life for a friend. I know better."
Durzo grimaced again and stood. "You"re the d.a.m.nedest kid I ever met. Good luck."
"Master, wait. Am I... am I doing the right thing?" Kylar asked.
Durzo stopped and when he turned, there was a smile on his face. It was a rare sight. "It"s a gamble, kid. You always put your money on your friends. It"s something I admire about you."
Then he was gone. Kylar shook his head. How had he got himself into this?
Six royal guards arrived soon thereafter. None of them looked happy, but while two of them had the cautious air of professionals, the other four seemed either nervous or angry or both. One of the angry ones pulled Kylar to his feet. Kylar was, he noticed now, manacled to the wall, and still wearing the clothing he"d worn the night of the coronation. They"d been nice clothes a week ago. His and Terah"s dried blood made the front stiff and reeking.
"So you"re the big wetboy," the gap-toothed guard sneered. "You don"t look so tough when you don"t have a helpless woman shielding you."
"Sorry I made you look bad," Kylar said.
Gap-tooth hit him in the stomach.
"Please don"t hit me again," Kylar said.
"You didn"t make us look bad, you murdering b.a.s.t.a.r.d."
The captain said, "Don"t be an a.s.shole, Lew. Of course he did."
"Upstairs they"re making him sound like a G.o.d. Wetboy-this, wetboy-that. Look at "im. He ain"t nothing." Lew casually backhanded Kylar.
"Lew, I-" the captain cut off as Kylar disappeared.
One by one the guards realized Kylar had vanished. There was dead silence for a moment. Then it was broken by the clang of manacles. .h.i.tting the stone floor.
"Where the h.e.l.l-"
"Sir! He"s gone!"
"Block the door! Block the-"
The cell door slammed closed with all the guards inside. The lock clicked.
Kylar reappeared outside. Grinning, he waved the captain"s keys at them.
"That didn"t just happen," one of them said. "Tell me that didn"t just happen." Another cursed under his breath. The rest still looked like they couldn"t believe it.
"Captain," Kylar said, "will you please ask Lew not to strike me?"
The captain wet his lips. "Lew?"
"Yes, sir. Right, sir." Lew met Kylar"s gaze and quickly looked away.
Kylar opened the cell door and the men shuffled out sheepishly.
"Should I, uh?" Lew asked, holding up the broken manacles.
The captain swallowed. "Uh, if you don"t mind, Master... um, Kage?"
Kylar put his wrists together. They put the manacles on him and walked out of the dungeons. No one said a word. No one laid a hand on him, either.
52
The courtroom was a large, rectangular hall that could hold hundreds of people. It was overflowing, and the doors had been thrown open so more people could stand at the back and watch. At the raised table at one end of the room, Logan Gyre and Duke Wesseros sat side by side. There were supposed to be three judges, but Logan hadn"t wanted to impose the duty on the last surviving duke, Luc Graesin.
Facing the table was a small desk and chair inside an iron cage. The captain led Kylar to the cage and removed his manacles. The crowd watched, silently but with great antic.i.p.ation, as though the wetboy was a monster on display who might gnaw the bars. Kylar stepped into the cage silently, glancing briefly at the gallery. Logan wondered if he was looking for friends. He wondered how many Kylar found.
The front two rows were made up of n.o.bles. Lantano Garuwashi, silent but obviously wondering what Kylar was trying to accomplish, sat near Count Drake, whose jaw was set and eyes were grieved. Logan wondered how much Count Drake had known about his ward. Drake had been a model of integrity for as long as Logan had known him, and a Gyre banner man besides. The Stern family was in the second row, looking furious. The testimony had already established that they"d never known or seen Kylar, but they still felt their honor impugned. Aside from the usual n.o.bles, there was a vast array of Cenarian humanity. The cream of the Warrens was here, men and women in fine clothes yet without t.i.tles. Logan wondered if all of those were Sa"kage. He wondered how many were glad Kylar was here, and how many were grieved, or terrified for themselves that he might speak. Then there were a smattering of those drawn simply by the spectacle: a few Ladeshians, some Alitaeran merchants, and even a Ymmuri. here, and how many were grieved, or terrified for themselves that he might speak. Then there were a smattering of those drawn simply by the spectacle: a few Ladeshians, some Alitaeran merchants, and even a Ymmuri.
To Logan"s right hand sat the witnesses. There were eighteen guards, as well as the grasping woman who"d sat next to Kylar at the coronation. Kylar sat.
"State your name for this tribunal," Duke Wesseros said.
"Kylar Stern."
"Sit down, Baron Stern!" Duke Wesseros barked as the unhappy n.o.bleman jumped to his feet. The n.o.bleman scowled and sat. "This court has accepted testimony from n.o.bles who said you saved them during the Khalidoran coup. They called you the Night Angel. We have heard, sometimes despite our best attempts, about how you saved King Gyre from the Hole. We have heard you called Kage, the Shadow. We even heard one man who claimed your name was Azoth. But one certainty we"ve established is that you are not, nor ever were, a Stern. What is your real name?"
Kylar looked amused. "I am the Night Angel, but if you"d choke on that, you can call me Kage."
Duke Wesseros looked over to Logan. Logan had asked him to lead the proceedings. Logan nodded. "Kage," Duke Wesseros said, "you stand accused of high treason and murder. How do you answer these charges?"
"Of murder, guilty. Of treason, not guilty. Terah Graesin was not a lawful queen. By marriage and adoption, Logan Gyre has been king since the death of King Aleine Gunder IX."
The courtroom erupted in whispers until Duke Wesseros raised his hands. He had threatened to clear the courtroom several times during the last week of testimony, and the crowd quieted quickly. "It is not your place to lecture your betters on Cenarian law."
"Then you tell me, Your Grace, was or was not Duke Gyre formally made King Gunder"s heir and was or was not he married to Jenine Gunder, and did or did not that confer on him the right of succession?"
Duke Wesseros purpled, but said nothing. If he agreed, he would concede that Terah should never have been made queen and that he should have never sworn fealty to her. If he explained his decision was based on practicalities, he would sound like a weasel or a coward.
"I wouldn"t have killed Terah Graesin if my betters had followed the law rather than their c.o.c.ks and their coin purses," Kylar said.
This time, the whispers were forestalled by Logan"s raised hand. He wore a thin gold band around his brow, but otherwise little to denote his kingship. "There is some truth in what you say. On the eve of Pavvil"s Grove, some of us made regrettable compromises. In the end, however, Cenaria"s n.o.bility delivered into d.u.c.h.ess Graesin"s hands the scepter and the sword, and we placed the crown upon her brow. It is not the prerogative of a commoner to shed blood to correct what he sees as the n.o.bility"s errors. Therefore, Kage, you stand convicted of murder and treason." Grove, some of us made regrettable compromises. In the end, however, Cenaria"s n.o.bility delivered into d.u.c.h.ess Graesin"s hands the scepter and the sword, and we placed the crown upon her brow. It is not the prerogative of a commoner to shed blood to correct what he sees as the n.o.bility"s errors. Therefore, Kage, you stand convicted of murder and treason."
A hush fell.
"This tribunal has further questions, which we ask you to answer for both your own sake and Cenaria"s. If you answer fully and forthrightly, you will be granted a merciful death. If not, you will be bound to the wheel." Logan held his face impa.s.sive, but his stomach turned. The wheel was a cruel death, as bad as Alitaeran cruxing or Modaini drawing and quartering. It was the established punishment for treason. Only treasonous n.o.bles were beheaded, and it had been established that Kylar was no n.o.ble. A merciful death for testimony was the most Logan could do for his friend.
"I will answer all I can without compromising my honor," Kylar said.
"Are you a member of the Sa"kage?" Logan asked.
"Yes."
"Are you an a.s.sa.s.sin?"
Kylar sneered. "a.s.sa.s.sins have targets. Wetboys have deaders. I was a wetboy."
There was a sudden electricity in the room, like thunderheads were rolling by. The crowd had become an audience, and they were pleased with the show. They were getting a chance to peek behind the veil at the Sa"kage, and they wouldn"t miss it for the world.
" "Was"?" Duke Wesseros interjected.
"I split with the Sa"kage during the coup. I don"t kill for money now."
"So you claim no one ordered you to kill the queen?" Logan asked.
"The Night Angel is the spirit of retribution. No one orders me to do anything, Your Highness, not even you." A thrill ran through the crowd at the show of defiance.
"Strike him," Duke Wesseros said.
One of the guards stepped up to the cage but hesitated.
"Strike him!" Duke Wesseros demanded.
The man hit Kylar across the jaw, not hard. Logan could swear the man looked scared.
"Who hired you to kill Terah Graesin?" Logan asked.
"I planned and carried it out alone."
"Why?" Duke Wesseros asked. "A wetboy might have escaped."
"If I wanted to, I could escape right now," Kylar said.
There were t.i.tters in the courtroom.
"Well, I don"t know if you"re a wetboy, but you"re certainly an accomplished liar," Duke Wesseros said.
Kylar glanced at the guards who"d accompanied him up from the Maw. The men looked positively ill. Logan felt a tingling on his right arm and for a moment, could swear he saw something moving from Kylar"s fingers like the shadow of a shadow. He looked around, but no one else seemed to notice anything. Then Kylar"s expression changed like he was deciding against an impulse. Logan had seen the expression enough to know it. "I am an accomplished liar," Kylar admitted. "I guess it doesn"t matter. You"ve already established that I"m not a Stern, and that I killed the queen, so let"s finish this."