Eesa still didn"t know what they were talking about. Before she could figure it out, Dorian laid a tracery of vir on her. She visibly relaxed. Her pupils dilated, and she couldn"t seem to look anywhere but Dorian"s face. He continued the spell, delicately coaxing her body into deceiving her mind. Whatever he did to her now, she would enjoy. Later, if she were as horrified as she ought to be, they would tell her that he was a G.o.d, that there was no shaming in serving him however he desired, that she should feel honored to have attracted his attention.
"I don"t know all the intricacies of your quaint barbarian customs, so a few pillows on the floor will have to do. That is, unless you object?" Dorian stood and shrugged out of his ermine over-robe. With the vir, he devoured the rest of his clothing with tongues of black flame. Naked, his flesh writhing with layer on layer of vir, thorns of it clawing out of his skin, a black crown of it springing through the skin of his head, Dorian glowered at the chieftain. The huge man trembled. He tried to turn his head, and found it locked in place. He tried to close his eyes, and found he couldn"t blink. the rest of his clothing with tongues of black flame. Naked, his flesh writhing with layer on layer of vir, thorns of it clawing out of his skin, a black crown of it springing through the skin of his head, Dorian glowered at the chieftain. The huge man trembled. He tried to turn his head, and found it locked in place. He tried to close his eyes, and found he couldn"t blink.
The vir swept Dorian"s courtiers" pillows into a pile three paces from Grakaat"s feet.
Dorian let his glory fade and turned to the girl. He smiled at her. "Come, love." Khali, give me strength, Khali, give me strength, Dorian prayed, and found he had it. G.o.d forgive him, his strength didn"t flag for an instant. Dorian prayed, and found he had it. G.o.d forgive him, his strength didn"t flag for an instant.
Afterward, Dorian stood, his body gleaming with sweat. Eesa lay panting, oblivious, obscene. For the first time, Graakat Kruhn was staring at Wanhope with the fear a G.o.dking deserved. The G.o.dking said, "I"ll be expecting you come spring. If your warhost numbers seven thousand, I will put you over the Quarl, Churaq, Hraagl, and Iktana clans. On spring"s first new moon, we march to Black Barrow. The girls stay with me."
70
Vi woke to Sister Ariel shaking her. The windows were still dark, and the only light in the room was from a single candle. Vi sat up and gazed blearily at the maja, who was red-eyed and wearing the same tent-like dress she"d worn the day before.
"What are you doing?" Vi asked.
"I found it. I can help you."
"Help me with what?" Vi asked.
"Get up, I"ll tell you on the way."
Vi dressed and followed Sister Ariel. Sister Ariel said nothing until they were on one of the punts that would convey them to the Chantry. Even then, she spoke quietly, leery of how voices traveled over the water, even in the pre-dawn fog that wreathed the lake.
"Long ago, there was an Alitaeran emperor named Jorald Hurdazin. By all accounts, he was a skilled and wise leader. In his younger years, he solidified Alitaeran control from what is now Ymmur in the east to the west coast of Midcyru. What is now Waeddryn and Modai were his last conquests, and with his marriage to Layinisa Guralt, the Seeress of Gyle-essentially its princess-the lands that are now Ceura came under his control as well, and there he stopped, mostly because of her influence. He spent the next twenty years consolidating his empire and for the most part bringing justice and prosperity to the lands he had conquered. He was, however, magically poisoned by one of his many enemies. The poisoning was caught early, but the magi could only delay its effects. They treated him every day, but soon determined that Emperor Hurdazin would die within two years. Obviously, this was a closely held secret, and obviously, they called as many green magi and magae as they could. To make matters worse, there was no heir, and in agreeing to bring Gyle into the Empire, Gyle"s king had insisted that Jorald and Layinisa be married with rings like yours. For a man of his power, finding such rings was no problem, and though their marriage was first political and magical, all the histories I"ve read agree that Jorald and Layinisa deeply loved each other. The green magi found nothing to heal Jorald, and they soon found that Layinisa was infertile. Women with great Talents sometimes injure themselves with their magic, and infertility is common in those who use too much magic, or too much too soon. of Midcyru. What is now Waeddryn and Modai were his last conquests, and with his marriage to Layinisa Guralt, the Seeress of Gyle-essentially its princess-the lands that are now Ceura came under his control as well, and there he stopped, mostly because of her influence. He spent the next twenty years consolidating his empire and for the most part bringing justice and prosperity to the lands he had conquered. He was, however, magically poisoned by one of his many enemies. The poisoning was caught early, but the magi could only delay its effects. They treated him every day, but soon determined that Emperor Hurdazin would die within two years. Obviously, this was a closely held secret, and obviously, they called as many green magi and magae as they could. To make matters worse, there was no heir, and in agreeing to bring Gyle into the Empire, Gyle"s king had insisted that Jorald and Layinisa be married with rings like yours. For a man of his power, finding such rings was no problem, and though their marriage was first political and magical, all the histories I"ve read agree that Jorald and Layinisa deeply loved each other. The green magi found nothing to heal Jorald, and they soon found that Layinisa was infertile. Women with great Talents sometimes injure themselves with their magic, and infertility is common in those who use too much magic, or too much too soon.
"The emperor put as many magi as he dared trust to work on both magical problems. He believed that Layinisa might hold his empire after his death, but if she were infertile, that would only delay the collapse, and he didn"t want to be yet another emperor whose empire died with him. In the end, it was Layinisa herself who discovered a way around the rings" bond."
"She did?" Vi asked.
"Don"t get excited. Now we"re here, say nothing until we reach the library."
They walked silently through the dark halls of the Chantry. Vi wondered for a moment that the building was beginning to feel like home. The dim magical torches that illumined the walls and followed them seemed normal now, the austere marble arches comforting in their strength rather than menacing. In a few minutes, they were deep in the Chantry"s storerooms, far below the waterline, a place Vi had never been allowed to go. It was neither dark nor dirty, but it did have an air of abandonment. Numbered oak boxes lined the room to the ceiling. The one small desk had an oak box already upon it.
Instead of opening the box, however, Sister Ariel closed it and put it back on a numbered shelf and grabbed a different box two rows down. Vi understood that she had left out the wrong box in case some spy checked what she was studying. At first Vi wondered why the boxes were oaken, but then she looked again and saw the spell sunk into the wood. Each oak box had one spell to strengthen the box and make it watertight, one to make it fire resistant, and one to suck air from the box as it closed to preserve whatever was kept inside. had one spell to strengthen the box and make it watertight, one to make it fire resistant, and one to suck air from the box as it closed to preserve whatever was kept inside.
"Magically reactive materials are kept in special rooms on the next floor; these archives are for mundane records only. Because of how they"re preserved, they only have to be copied by industrious tyros such as yourself every few hundred years-if they"re not frequently opened," Sister Ariel said. The box opened with a hiss, and she gently lifted out sheets of bound parchment that to Vi"s eyes looked scarcely ten years old.
"At the time of Jorald and Layinisa"s marriage, binding rings had been forbidden for almost fifty years. They were still common among royal families, of course, who were rarely willing to surrender them. The rings continued to cause misery wherever they were used and all magi became more and more convinced that banning them had been one of the best decisions the Chantry and the brotherhoods had ever made. Every group eliminated knowledge of them and how to make them to the best of its ability. This did lead to bloodshed a number of times, especially among the Vy"sana, the Makers, who to this day are a small brotherhood. When Layinisa figured out how to circ.u.mvent the magic, there was a great debate among us. Some wanted to follow her research to find a way to fully break the bonding. The majority, however, feared that any dabbling in those arts again would lead to a full rediscovery of how to bond. The suffering of those few who were presently bonded was weighed against the possibility of vast suffering if bonding were rediscovered by the unscrupulous. I don"t know if you"ve experimented with your bond, Vi, but it does have an element of compulsion. That"s what made it break the G.o.dking"s compulsion on you. The order of the ringing makes the compulsion in your rings flow from you to Kylar."
"What?" Vi asked. "You mean..."
"I mean if you told Kylar to walk on his hands to Cenaria, you"d find his body somewhere in a mountain pa.s.s with stumps where his hands had been. It"s a compulsion stronger by far than what the G.o.dking used on you."
"But there"s a way out?" Vi said, her throat tight.
"Not out, child. Because you"re the mistress of the bond, however, you can do what Layinisa did."
"Which is?"
"She used the compulsion of the bond to force Jorald to divorce her and marry a princess. She was then able to suspend the bond to allow him to produce an heir."
"What happened?"
"He died but the empire lived, minus the country of Gyle, which was deeply insulted by Jorald divorcing their Seeress. Layinisa served Jorald"s new wife and supported her regency for five years, until the new empress marched against Gyle, at which point Layinisa committed suicide. The enmity between Alitaera and Ceura didn"t cool for centuries and would probably be raging right now if the countries still bordered each other. The point is, if you wish it, you can suspend the bond-partially. A maja named Jessa worked with Layinisa on the rings. Jessa was in the camp that wished to learn about breaking them, and when the Chantry forbade it, I suspected that she tried to defy them. Jessa was a Healer, but she was also interested in gardening, so I"ve been looking through her books. They"re not terribly enlightening; others did far better, and she wasn"t an important maja, so I think no one ever studied her books. If they did, they would have found what I have. She"s hidden it in plain sight, and not well. She was no cryptographer. After I read the books, I began applying ciphers, then I worked on her marginalia. If you could read Old Ceuran you"d see how ridiculous this is-she"d capitalize a strange word in her margin notes and everything from that capital to the next capital was part of her secret message. If you look at all the marginalia from the last to the first, the message unfolds. I don"t even understand everything Jessa wrote, but I think you will. Oh, one more thing: Vi, I haven"t told Kylar or Elene about this, and I won"t. This is your burden. It is yours to decide if the price is worth it." deeply insulted by Jorald divorcing their Seeress. Layinisa served Jorald"s new wife and supported her regency for five years, until the new empress marched against Gyle, at which point Layinisa committed suicide. The enmity between Alitaera and Ceura didn"t cool for centuries and would probably be raging right now if the countries still bordered each other. The point is, if you wish it, you can suspend the bond-partially. A maja named Jessa worked with Layinisa on the rings. Jessa was in the camp that wished to learn about breaking them, and when the Chantry forbade it, I suspected that she tried to defy them. Jessa was a Healer, but she was also interested in gardening, so I"ve been looking through her books. They"re not terribly enlightening; others did far better, and she wasn"t an important maja, so I think no one ever studied her books. If they did, they would have found what I have. She"s hidden it in plain sight, and not well. She was no cryptographer. After I read the books, I began applying ciphers, then I worked on her marginalia. If you could read Old Ceuran you"d see how ridiculous this is-she"d capitalize a strange word in her margin notes and everything from that capital to the next capital was part of her secret message. If you look at all the marginalia from the last to the first, the message unfolds. I don"t even understand everything Jessa wrote, but I think you will. Oh, one more thing: Vi, I haven"t told Kylar or Elene about this, and I won"t. This is your burden. It is yours to decide if the price is worth it."
Twelve hours later, with dark circles under her eyes, Vi found a cheerful Elene making breakfast.
"What is it?" Elene asked. "Are you well?"
"I know it"s a month late, but Elene..." A timid smile broke through Vi"s fatigue. "I have a wedding present for you."
71
They were calling him Solon Stormrider. They said that his hair was growing in white because of the snow-laden seas through which his longboats had plunged. Or they said it had turned white after the winter sea had chewed on him and found him too tough and spat him back out. His boat had capsized once, and even his magic had barely saved him as he swam a mile through storm-whipped seas. Of course, his hair had been growing in white since he"d used Curoch-long before this mad winter-and he"d explained that to the soldiers and sailors who"d begun to follow him, but they preferred their own versions. mile through storm-whipped seas. Of course, his hair had been growing in white since he"d used Curoch-long before this mad winter-and he"d explained that to the soldiers and sailors who"d begun to follow him, but they preferred their own versions.
Now it was spring, and Solon was heading back to Queen Wariyamo, having destroyed her enemies. He had bowed before her after saving her life, and she had told him, fury edging her voice, that the price for her hand was cleansing the isles of the rebellion he had started by killing Oshobi Takeda. Kaede didn"t like being weak, didn"t like needing anyone, but her temper always cooled in time. At least, it used to.
Everyone had expected Solon to wait for spring and take an army to each of the Takeda isles. Instead, he"d begun at once, alone. In a canoe, he"d paddled the eighteen miles to Durai. There, he"d given the ultimatum he would give a dozen times through the winter. Surrender, swear fealty to the queen, and give me all your weapons, or I shall slay every man who fights and take those who surrender as slaves.
Gulon Takeda had laughed at him, and died, along with eighteen of his soldiers. Solon had returned with twenty-four awed soldiers in a longboat. He had delivered them to the new Mikaidon and slept in a dockside tavern, not seeking so much as a word with Kaede. By the time he"d woken and gone out to his canoe, a score of the craziest sailors he"d ever met and a captain with a vendetta against the Takedas volunteered to join him.
Soon, storms battered them every time they left port, and Solon"s command of weather magic grew by necessity. But Sethi winter storms were tamed by no mage, and it was a fight every day. Several times, the Takedas who had faced them were so stunned that anyone should be able to make the crossing they had surrendered on the spot. And when Solon returned to Hokkai yet again, victorious yet again, he found the Takeda soldiers he"d conscripted were a fully trusted part of the Sethi army, oddly proud to have been defeated by the Stormrider.
Now it was done. The Takedas" home island, Horai, hadn"t expected an army for at least another six weeks. The leaders were totally unprepared, and having almost three thousand men to Solon"s four hundred did them no good. Before the Takeda army could be rallied, its commanders were dead, and Solon"s magic-enhanced voice had offered generous terms to the living. The rebellion was crushed and nearly all the dead were Takedas.
With the first day of spring, the first day clear enough that the merchants would be on their boats preparing for the first spring runs, checking for damage, repairing sails and nets, shouting orders at men rusty from months spent ash.o.r.e, Solon"s little fleet sailed into Hokkai harbor.
They were greeted as heroes, and the crazy sailors who had joined Solon first were now soldiers in truth. Sailors dropped their gear to greet them, captains forgot their shouting, and the sh.o.r.ebound traders and vintners streamed through the streets to greet them. The flood carried them to the castle, and Solon"s heart thudded with fear and expectation. Kaede, please, my love, don"t take my glory as an insult. Without you, it all means nothing. Kaede, please, my love, don"t take my glory as an insult. Without you, it all means nothing.
The crowd brought him to Whitecliff Castle, shining in the spring sun. Kaede stood on the dais where months before she had almost been deposed. She wore an ocean blue nagika and a platinum tiara with sapphires. She raised her hands and the men and women quieted. "How fare the isles, Stormrider?"
"The isles are at peace, Your Majesty."
The people cheered, but Kaede"s face was still somber. She let the people cheer, then raised her hands once more. "They say you are a mage, Stormrider."
"I am," he said.
The crowd grew quieter, noting the queen"s solemnity. That solemnity brought to not a few minds the questions people had asked when Solon had first been sent to school with the Midcyri magi: where would his loyalties lie?
"They say you are a G.o.d, Stormrider, to have defied the winter seas alone."
"Neither a G.o.d, nor alone, Your Majesty. A loyal son of Seth who tracked the seas with men and women fearless as tygres, fiercer than storms, and hungrier than the seas. Not even winter seas could stop such from serving you."
The crowd stirred with hope, and Solon"s Stormriders swelled with pride that he should share the glory so liberally, but Kaede cut it off quickly. "They say you were our prince, Stormrider. They say I"ve stolen your throne."
Silence.
"A prince I was, of an ancient house that my elder brother debased and dishonored. He broke the holy covenant between king and country, and I stand a prince no more. Should you command, I will sail to the sunset or to death"s rocky sh.o.r.es. I am but a man." He lowered his voice, but still it carried across the silent crowd. "A man who loves you, my queen."
She stood silent and the crowd held its breath, but Solon could see her eyes shining. "Then Solon Stormrider, Solon Tofusin, come forward and receive your rewards as a mage, and a loyal son of Seth, and a man."
He was in a haze as the crowd pulled him forward, laughing and cheering and shouting. Kaede first presented him with a pendant with a glowing ruby lit from within, burning with ancient magics. He"d never seen it before, never heard of such an artifact, but before he could consider it, she put a crown on his brow. It was his father"s crown, a circlet of seven golden grape leaves mingled with seven golden waves. "A ruby fit for a mage, a crown fit for Seth"s most loyal son, and-if you will have me-a proud and troublesome woman ill-fit for any man." grape leaves mingled with seven golden waves. "A ruby fit for a mage, a crown fit for Seth"s most loyal son, and-if you will have me-a proud and troublesome woman ill-fit for any man."
"Except one," Solon said, and he swept her into his arms and kissed her.
72
Vi didn"t know how Elene had explained it to Kylar, though she had known when by Kylar"s sudden burst of confusion and hope and longing through the bond. Tonight was the night. She"d gone over the magic a number of times with Sister Ariel. As Ariel had warned her, Vi wasn"t severing the bond, only partially suspending it.
First, it was only suspended while Vi was actively using magic against it. If there was any good news, Vi thought, it was that Kylar was a virgin. That embarra.s.sed him, but Vi thought it was extraordinary and kind of cute, which embarra.s.sed him further. Now, though, she simply hoped it meant his lovemaking with Elene would be brief. Vi had told Elene-and Elene had decided not to tell Kylar-that the suspension of the bond worked only one way: Kylar wouldn"t feel Vi, but Vi would still feel him.
Vi had her materials: an itchy wool robe that she hoped would distract her from whatever physical sensation bled through the bond, and a pitcher of wine for afterward to obliterate her thinking. Sister Ariel didn"t exactly approve, but she didn"t forbid it, either. Vi could only hope that Kylar was one of those men who promptly fell asleep after s.e.x, because once she released the magic, he would feel her once more. If Kylar knew Vi was basically magically eavesdropping on his lovemaking, he would worry about it. Elene fully believed she would die by spring, and she deserved as much of Kylar"s attention as she could get.
Kylar was coming up the steps. He and Elene had finished a romantic dinner in the kitchen-of course they couldn"t go out where people might see them-and Elene was leading him by the hand. Vi felt his antic.i.p.ation and disbelief. He probed toward Vi, but she made herself a stone wall and began chanting.
According to Sister Ariel, the weaves themselves weren"t that challenging; it was using them at the strength required for the time required that was difficult. Plus, Sister Ariel allowed, it was probably emotionally taxing. Ariel thought Vi could probably maintain them for twenty minutes. it was using them at the strength required for the time required that was difficult. Plus, Sister Ariel allowed, it was probably emotionally taxing. Ariel thought Vi could probably maintain them for twenty minutes.
Sister Ariel could probably withstand the emotional tax forever. The words b.i.t.c.h Wytch made their way into Vi"s chanting, but they didn"t have the force they used to. After all, it was Sister Ariel who had done all the research to make this possible. Was that her way of saying sorry?
Layer upon layer of magic surrounded the bond, wreathing it like fog, and in moments Vi knew she was doing it right for two reasons. First, Kylar stopped, bewildered, as he was leaning forward to kiss Elene as they sat on the edge of their bed. Second, Vi could tell that he stopped leaning forward as he sat on the edge of his bed. Whatever Vi was doing to mute Kylar"s side of the bond, it seemed to be amplifying her own.
Panic hit her, making it hard to breathe, but Kylar didn"t feel it. She could tell he didn"t feel her. He wondered at the absence and then joy spread through him like a fire. He pulled Elene into his arms and kissed her pa.s.sionately.
It was hard to breathe. Vi could only choke out a series of curses to keep the magic going. She"d kissed men, of course, and had dozens more kiss her. She"d avoided it when she could, wishing she could be as numb there as below, but it was part of her work to kiss convincingly. Feeling Kylar kiss Elene was something different. It was fresh and innocent and full of rejoicing. Then it deepened, and Vi felt Kylar"s surprise at the ferocity of Elene"s pa.s.sion. He fell-was pushed?-back onto the bed, and she settled on his hips. Then he was kissing her again, fumbling with the ties of her dress.
Vi cursed desperately, locking her eyes open, rubbing the wool across her forearm. It helped, a little, but Kylar"s joy and free desire still lived in her head. Elene must have said something, because Kylar laughed. Vi could hear it through the wall, but as she felt it, she knew she"d never heard Kylar laugh like that. Maybe Kylar had never laughed like that in his whole life. It was playful and free and accepted and accepting, a joy wild and strong and content. This was the Kylar Elene had always seen, and with a pang, Vi knew Elene deserved him.
There was a tenderness so deep emanating through the bond that it ached, and Vi realized that of all things, Kylar was talking to Elene.
"Put him in a bed chamber with a naked woman and he talks? talks?" Vi said aloud, still working her Talent. "No wonder he"s still a virgin." It was too bad the weaves weren"t harder, because she needed the distraction. Elene was scared, Vi realized, and embarra.s.sed because she knew exactly what Vi was doing here in this room. Either way, Kylar was soothing her, lying by her side, his left arm under her head and his right arm embracing her, caressing her while he spoke soft a.s.surances and slowly awakened her pa.s.sion. her side, his left arm under her head and his right arm embracing her, caressing her while he spoke soft a.s.surances and slowly awakened her pa.s.sion.
Vi had f.u.c.ked so many times, with so many men, in so many ways, she thought she knew pretty much everything about s.e.x. But Kylar and Elene, in their mutual ignorance, were experiencing something she never had. Their lovemaking fit into a pattern bigger than itself. There was no awkwardness even in their fumbling, because there was no fear of judgment.
"Oh, f.u.c.k me, oh-" Vi"s voice squeaked and she lost the thought. Whatever Elene was doing, she was either naturally gifted or Kylar was extremely sensitive. Either way, the wave of pleasure through the bond was overwhelming. Vi"s cheeks felt like they were on fire.
Then Vi felt Kylar"s mischievous grin-dammit, it felt exactly the same way it looked-and his own pleasure faded into the pleasure of pleasuring.
"You b.a.s.t.a.r.d," Vi said. "I hate you. I hate you I hate you I hate you." When Vi f.u.c.ked, she put on a persona like a mask, always. Kylar was making love as a whole man. Every aspect of himself was present-and Vi knew then that she loved him.
She"d been attracted to things about Kylar from the first time she saw that d.a.m.ned mischievous grin in Count Drake"s house. She"d admired how he tried to leave the way of shadows, how he treated Elene and Uly. She appreciated his excellence in fighting. She"d felt a twinge of infatuation long ago-but then, she"d once been infatuated with Jarl, who was h.o.m.os.e.xual. In the past month, she"d even come to accept that she desired Kylar. But all those things weren"t love. Perhaps she never would have known what love was if she hadn"t talked so much with Elene, and if she hadn"t felt it daily in Kylar"s feelings for Elene.
Something banged into the wall inches from Vi, and she gasped. Her eyes widened. The magic almost escaped her, and only her fear of what would happen if it did helped her regain control. She scrubbed the wool against her arm-f.u.c.k she hated wool! "Dead babies. Bearded women. Back hair so long you can braid it. Moon blood. The smell of the Warrens on a hot summer day. Unwashed wh.o.r.es. Vomit. Dead babies. Bearded women. Back hair so-oh s.h.i.t!" Vi bit the wool and held onto the magic for dear life.
A few moments later, Vi could breathe again. She checked the magic as a deep sense of ease and restfulness and well-being and intimacy and peace with the entire world rolled over Kylar. The magic was still intact. Vi grabbed the pitcher of wine and drank from it directly. "It"s a good thing you"re a virgin, Kylar. Were a virgin. I don"t think I could"ve handled that for much-"
Vi realized something at apparently the same time Elene did: Kylar was still aroused. He asked a question, and Elene"s answer was unmistakably and pa.s.sionately affirmative. Vi set the pitcher down with shaking hands. Pleasure arced through Kylar again. still aroused. He asked a question, and Elene"s answer was unmistakably and pa.s.sionately affirmative. Vi set the pitcher down with shaking hands. Pleasure arced through Kylar again.
Oh G.o.ds, it was going to be a long winter.
73
As winter slowly faded in Khaliras, Dorian arrayed his army on the plain north of the city to face the invaders from the Freeze. The ground was still covered in melting snow that their feet churned into freezing slush. Every breath steamed a protest against battle in such conditions.
The wild men who inhabited the Freeze always fought bravely, but their only tactic was to overwhelm a foe by throwing a larger army at it. Once engaged, they fought man to man, never as a unit. Since its founding, Khaliras had never been taken by the brutes, though a few times it had been a near thing. Garoth had always said that the wild men had proportionally more Talented men and women than any people in the world.
The armies faced each other as the sky turned from inky blue to ice blue with the rising sun. G.o.dking Wanhope"s lines were only three deep, arrayed over as much of the plain as twenty thousand men would stretch. The wild men"s army dwarfed his, and stretched much further and more thickly. There was no way Wanhope could keep them from flanking his army. In the middle of the wild men"s line there was one huge block that the men shunned. If Dorian"s reports were correct, he faced twenty-eight thousand krul, and even more wild men.
Three-to-one odds. Dorian smiled, fearless. The current of prophecy was streaming past him, and he saw a thousand deaths. Ten thousand. Dorian smiled, fearless. The current of prophecy was streaming past him, and he saw a thousand deaths. Ten thousand.
"Milord, are you feeling well?" Jenine asked. Dorian hadn"t wanted her to have to see this, but he"d been counting on Jenine more and more, not only for her advice, either.
He blinked and focused on her. Her futures were splitting off so sharply that he could barely see her as she was now, pretty, lips pale from the cold, bundled in furs. Flickering in front of her was a woman hugely pregnant with twins, and a woman with a crushed skull, features unrecognizable under the gore. "No, not well at all," Dorian said. "But well enough that I won"t let my men die." under the gore. "No, not well at all," Dorian said. "But well enough that I won"t let my men die."
From this distance, the grotesque features of the krul weren"t visible, though their plainly naked gray flesh was. That nakedness gave Dorian hope. The krul were created with magic, but they were creatures of flesh. The cold would cripple and kill them eventually. It wasn"t easy to force the krul to wear clothing, as it wasn"t easy to rein them in from slaughter, but each could be done. That the wild men"s shamans hadn"t meant their control was tenuous.
Dorian gave an order, and the slaves lowered his palanquin to the ground. G.o.dking Wanhope stepped out and advanced onto the plain alone. Palming an obsidian knife, he shrugged off the priceless ermine cloak and let it fall to the mud. It was a gesture that would have infuriated him had he seen his father do it. Now, he understood. To protect what he loved, he had to keep control. To keep control, Wanhope had to be a G.o.d. A G.o.d was above ordinary concerns like ruining a cloak that cost more than fifty slaves.