Pulling on one handle, Kylar found a bracket. As he slid it out, a wash of oil fumes swept over his face.
It took him several precious seconds of staring at the entire contraption to understand. The arms would swing out over the side of the bridge, holding the globes full of oil, then drop them onto any boat pa.s.sing underneath-and hopefully set it on fire in spectacular fashion.
He rushed back to the gate and grabbed the torches the guards had been carrying. He closed and locked the gate quickly. The advance party of Khalidorans were almost to the bridge.
What am I doing?
The first barge was just starting under the bridge. There was no time. Kylar kicked a safety latch holding the beam in place and pushed on it. It didn"t move. He stumbled and almost tripped over taut ropes at his feet, cursed, and flung himself against the beam again. Hadn"t the d.a.m.ned soldiers ever greased this thing?
Finally it occurred to him to use his Talent. He felt power flowing through him-he could lift a wagon on his back. He pressed against the beam and could feel himself shimmering, the ragged black covering and uncovering his skin as he redirected his Talent.
If I"m lucky, they won"t even know I"m here until it"s too late.
A ball of crackling green wytchfire flew over the globe, missing it by a yard. Yells sounded from below. Whether the wytches saw Kylar or just his torches, they weren"t pleased.
Kylar pushed against the beam, but with nothing to brace his feet against, he just slid across the planks. The beam barely moved.
A ball of wytchfire caromed off the globe and ricocheted up into the sky. Kylar ignored it. Something white was blooming above the deck of the barge-now directly under him. A small creature took shape in front of a red-haired wytch and started flying up like a hummingbird. The wytch chanted, his vir-marks thick with power, directing the creature.
Kylar heaved and the ropes at his feet tripped him hard.
The homunculus took shape as it zoomed toward Kylar. It was small, barely a foot tall, and pasty pale. It wore the likeness of the red-haired wytch like ill-fitting clothes. It landed on the globe gently and then rammed steely claws into the iron as if it were b.u.t.ter. It turned to Kylar and hissed, baring its fangs.
Kylar scuttled back and almost fell off the edge of the bridge.
A concussion thudded below. The air in front of the red-haired wytch rippled like a pond absorbing the shock of a thrown rock. Something was moving as if it were just under the surface of the air. Something huge. Reality itself seemed to be stretching- And tearing. Kylar saw h.e.l.l and rushing skin as reality itself ripped under the pressure of the wyrm"s pa.s.sage.
It was coming for him.
Twenty feet from him, reality frayed and tore. Kylar had one glimpse of a gigantic, lamprey-like circular mouth. It seemed to throw its mouth inside out in a spiny cone. Then the narrowest ring of teeth hit the homunculus and the teeth snapped in the opposite direction, tearing into the pasty creature. Each successive circle of teeth pulled and snapped onto everything surrounding the homunculus with hideous strength, the cone inverting, sucking everything in. surrounding the homunculus with hideous strength, the cone inverting, sucking everything in.
The last, widest row of teeth snapped closed on the widest part of the iron globe and the pit wyrm whipped back into its hole as suddenly as it had emerged. The air rippled again and then faded as if nothing had happened.
The homunculus was gone. So was three quarters of the globe, clay crunched and iron sheered off as if it were lard. Oil dribbled onto the water beside the barge. The soldiers cheered. The first barge had pa.s.sed the bridge, and the second barge was just emerging.
Feeling weak, Kylar scooted back and almost fell on ropes again. He cursed loudly. Then his eyes followed the ropes. They were connected to a pulley system-attached to the beam.
"I"m an idiot! idiot!" Grabbing a rope, Kylar pulled it hand over hand as fast as he could. The arm supporting the second globe swung out over the side of the bridge smoothly and easily. Kylar heard a yell, and two green missiles flew past.
Next to the pulley, there was another rope. Thin. Probably important.
Kylar yanked it and the beam holding the clay globe suddenly dropped. The globe dropped with it. For a moment, Kylar was afraid that he"d just dropped his only weapon straight into the water, but the mooring rope swung the globe like a pendulum a foot above the river. The globe slammed into the second barge at the waterline.
There was no explosion. The side of the boulder that struck the barge was iron beneath a patina of fired clay. It burst through the side of the barge as if the hull were birchbark and blasted through crowded ranks of highlanders.
The rest of the globe was clay. It disintegrated. The oil that filled the globe splashed violently over men and their gear, soaking the wood decks.
Kylar looked at the barge from above. A nice hole gaped at the waterline and the men inside were screaming, but he"d hoped for something more impress- BOOM!
The barge exploded. Flames leaped out of the hole the globe had made and tore it to three times its original size. Fire burst from the portholes. The doubled and redoubled screams of men were swallowed in the sudden roar of flames.
Men who"d been standing on the deck of the ship were thrown off their feet, and not a few of them into the water. Their armor dragged them hopelessly under the gentle waves.
As quickly as it had sprung up, the gush of fire disappeared. Smoke continued to roll out of the portholes, and men were streaming up onto the deck. The barge listed heavily. An officer, bleeding from a gash on his head, was bellowing orders, but to no avail. Soldiers leapt from the deck to swim for the sh.o.r.e that looked so close-and dropped like rocks. The water wasn"t deep, but with heavy armor, it was deep enough. deck. The barge listed heavily. An officer, bleeding from a gash on his head, was bellowing orders, but to no avail. Soldiers leapt from the deck to swim for the sh.o.r.e that looked so close-and dropped like rocks. The water wasn"t deep, but with heavy armor, it was deep enough.
Having paused for several moments to turn from feeding on oil to feeding on wood, the fire advanced again like an insatiable beast. Fire roared up out of every deck on the ship, and even as the barge drifted forward, Kylar saw that it wasn"t going to make it to sh.o.r.e. A few men had the sense to tear off their armor before they leaped overboard, and others were clinging to bridge pilings, but at least two hundred highlanders would never fight on Cenarian soil.
The gate behind Kylar shook as something struck it. He cursed himself. He shouldn"t have stayed, shouldn"t have watched while he could have been running.
No Cenarian soldiers had come running during his battle, and weren"t coming even now, two minutes after the first signal. However bad this was, whatever was happening at the castle must be worse.
The gate blew apart and wytches aglow with power strode through its smoking remains.
Kylar ran for the castle.
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With Neph Dada and a dozen soldiers in Cenarian livery trailing behind him, Roth sprinted across the catwalk. He reached a small room, turned right, and pounded up a narrow set of stairs.
It was a dizzying maze of corridors, walkways, and service stairs, but it would get Roth and his men to the north tower twice as fast as any other route. Time was of the essence. So many plans that Roth had planted, watered, and coaxed into bloom over the past years were bearing fruit tonight. Like a greedy child, he wanted to taste every one and let the b.l.o.o.d.y juices spill down his chin.
The queen and her two younger daughters were dying right now, Roth realized with regret. It was too bad. Too bad he wouldn"t get to see it. He hoped n.o.body would move the bodies before he could come inspect them. He"d given orders, but though he trusted Hu Gibbet to carry them out meticulously, this was a war. There was no telling what would happen. hoped n.o.body would move the bodies before he could come inspect them. He"d given orders, but though he trusted Hu Gibbet to carry them out meticulously, this was a war. There was no telling what would happen.
There was no help for it, though. There was no way he would have missed watching the king die.
How exquisite that was! If Roth hadn"t been dodging around corners, he"d have burst out laughing.
He"d planned to have a bolt cranked in his crossbow and pointed at the king"s forehead all night. He"d planned to be the one to kill the king himself, but Captain Arturian"s security had been too tight. Roth had been able to get into the Great Hall, but he hadn"t been able to bring a weapon. It had been a small disaster. If Durzo Blint hadn"t come through for him, the entire plot would have failed. Father would have killed him.
But it didn"t fail. Durzo had come through for him, and what a virtuoso performance it had been. The poisoning of the guests had been brilliant. Roth had been in the kitchens as the food tasters had tried every dish, and not a one had even been ill. The delivery of the king"s poison had been a marvel of athleticism. The concoction itself had worked even better than Blint had promised. Roth would find more work for that man. With Durzo as his tool, Roth would dispense such exquisite agonies as he"d never before imagined. Herbs! He"d never even thought of their potential. Durzo would be just the one to guide him in all their uses. Who would have imagined that herbs given to the king would push Agon over the edge?
He had positively giggled when the lord general had relieved the fool king of his head. It had been better than doing it himself. He"d never had the particular thrill of watching a man commit what he himself must have seen as treason. There was something very fine about seeing a man d.a.m.n himself.
Roth and his men had tarried in the Great Hall just long enough to see that the lord general and his men had taken the bait and were on their way, and then they had run.
If he had planned this right-and Roth planned everything right-he"d taste even finer fruits than Agon"s betrayal tonight. Father would be so pleased.
Six hundred of the G.o.dking"s elite highlanders were to arrive at the castle within the next half hour. A thousand more would arrive at dawn. The king had told Roth that he wanted to lose less than half of those by the time he arrived with an occupying army the next day.
Roth thought he would lose less than a quarter. Perhaps far less. He"d pa.s.s his uurdthan uurdthan brilliantly. The G.o.dking would appoint Roth King of brilliantly. The G.o.dking would appoint Roth King of Cenaria, and take the t.i.tle of High King for himself. In time, he"d pa.s.s the entire empire to Roth. Cenaria, and take the t.i.tle of High King for himself. In time, he"d pa.s.s the entire empire to Roth.
Pushing future glories from his mind, Roth came to a stop in the last narrow corridor as his men caught up. The door before him would open on unseen hinges into the stairway at the bottom of the north tower. Roth motioned to his men.
They slammed the hidden door open and burst into the hall, swords flashing. The two honor guards posted at the base of the tower didn"t stand a chance. They barely had time to register surprise before they were dead.
"We hold this door. Agon doesn"t go upstairs," Roth said. "The prince and princess are next." He checked his crossbow.
Logan sat on the edge of the bed, waiting. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. He was, for the moment, alone in the bedchamber at the top of the north tower. Jenine Gunder-no, Jenine Gyre Gyre-had left him to get ready.
To get ready.
Logan felt ill. He"d fantasized about lovemaking, of course, but he"d done his best to confine his desires to one woman-and that woman wasn"t Jenine.
When Serah had accepted his proposal, he"d thought his fantasies were going to come true. They"d been planning their wedding just this morning.
Now this.
He heard the soft scuff of bare feet on rug and looked up. Jenine"s hair was down, curling luxuriantly halfway down her back. She wore a silky, translucent white gown and an anxious smile. She was breathtaking. Every hint her evening gown had given last night-G.o.ds! was that only last night?-was fulfilled, every sensuous promise exceeded. Logan"s eyes drank in her curves, her hips sweeping to a narrow waist, waist swelling to those perfect b.r.e.a.s.t.s, curve yielding to curve with the sweetness that inspired art. He feasted on the gold of her skin in the candlelight, the darker circles of her nipples showing faintly through her gown, the flutter of her pulse at her throat, the bashfulness in her stance. He wanted her. He wanted to take her. l.u.s.t roared through him, dimming the rest of the room, swallowing all the world except the beauty before him and his thoughts of what he was about to do.
He looked away. Ashamed. A lump swelled in his throat and cut off his breath.
"Am I so ugly?" she asked.
He looked up and saw her arms crossed over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, instant tears in her eyes. Pained, he looked away again.
"No. No, my lady. Please, come here."
She didn"t move. It wasn"t enough.
Logan met her eyes. "Please. You"re so pretty, so, so beautiful you bewilder me. You make me ache. Come sit with me. Please."
Jenine sat next to him on the bed, close, but not touching him. Logan had known little about her before today. Even his father had considered her too rich a match for him. He only knew that she was well-liked, "sunny," "settling down," and not yet sixteen. Logan could understand "sunny." She"d practically glowed at dinner-until her father had spoken. The b.a.s.t.a.r.d. Logan understood now a little of how his father must have felt, seeing the woman he loved married to that.
The term "settling down" had been applied to Jenine"s brother, too. For the prince, it had meant that people thought he was finally leaving off his more obvious wenching and starting to a.s.sume some of the responsibilities of ruling. But Logan imagined that for Jenine, "settling down" probably meant she didn"t play tag in the castle anymore.
She was so different from Serah-and she was his wife.
"I"m-I was engaged to another woman this morning. A woman I loved for years... I still love her, Jenine. Can I call you that?"
"You may call me whatever pleases you, my lord husband." Her voice was chilly. He"d hurt her. She was hurt, and for all the wrong reasons. d.a.m.n, she was young. But then, he hadn"t been the only one who"d been handed a lot of surprises in the last day.
"Have you ever been in love, Jenine?"
She considered his question with more gravity than he would have expected from a fifteen-year-old. "I"ve... liked boys."
"It"s not the same," Logan snapped. He regretted his tone instantly.
"Are you going to cheat on me?" She shot right back. "With her?"
It hit Logan between the eyes. This couldn"t be easy for Jenine, either. How must she feel, liking him, marrying him, knowing he was in love with someone else? Logan put his face in his hands. "I swore our wedding vows because the king asked me to, because the nation needed it. But I swore those vows, Jenine. I will be faithful to you. I will do my duty."
"And your duty to produce an heir?" she asked.
The chill hadn"t thawed at all. He should have known better, but he answered. "Yes."
She flopped on the bed, pulled her gown up roughly, and spread her legs. "Your duty awaits, my lord," she said, turning her face away, staring at the wall.
"Jenine-look at me!" He covered her nakedness and-thank the G.o.ds-looked only at her face as he spoke, though even now her body cried out to him. It made him feel like an animal. "Jenine, I will be as good a husband as I can. But I can"t give you my heart. Not yet. I look at you and, and I feel wrong for wanting to make love to you. But you"re my wife! Dammit, it would be easier if you weren"t so-so d.a.m.n beautiful! If I could just look at you without wanting to-to do what we"re supposed to do tonight. Do you understand?" G.o.ds-looked only at her face as he spoke, though even now her body cried out to him. It made him feel like an animal. "Jenine, I will be as good a husband as I can. But I can"t give you my heart. Not yet. I look at you and, and I feel wrong for wanting to make love to you. But you"re my wife! Dammit, it would be easier if you weren"t so-so d.a.m.n beautiful! If I could just look at you without wanting to-to do what we"re supposed to do tonight. Do you understand?"
She obviously didn"t, but she sat back up and folded her legs under her. Abruptly she was a girl again, blushing for what she"d just done, but her eyes intent.
Logan threw his hands up. "I don"t blame you. I don"t understand it myself. It"s all so twisted up. Nothing makes sense since Aleine-"
"Please, don"t talk about my brother tonight. Please?"
"I"ve lost everything. Everything"s... everything"s wrong." How could he be so selfish? He"d lost a friend, but she"d lost her big brother. She must be aching, too. "I"m sorry," he said.
"No. I"m sorry," Jenine said, her eyes teary but her gaze steady. "I"ve known for my whole life that I"d be married to whomever the country needed me to marry. I"ve tried not to even have crushes because I knew that my father might tell me any day that he needed me. I"ve been trying not not to like you for two years. I know you think I"m a silly girl, but do you know who some of my potential husbands were? A Ceuran prince who likes boys, another who"s sixty, an Alitaeran who"s six, a Lodricari who doesn"t speak our language and already has two wives, Khalidorans who treat their women as chattel, and a Modaini who"s been twice widowed under suspicious circ.u.mstances. to like you for two years. I know you think I"m a silly girl, but do you know who some of my potential husbands were? A Ceuran prince who likes boys, another who"s sixty, an Alitaeran who"s six, a Lodricari who doesn"t speak our language and already has two wives, Khalidorans who treat their women as chattel, and a Modaini who"s been twice widowed under suspicious circ.u.mstances.
"Then there was you. Everyone likes you. A good king would have made the match to heal the split between our families, but my father hates you. So I had to watch you, hear stories about you from my brother and from all the other girls, hear that you"re brave, you"re honorable, you"re loyal, you"re smart. My brother told me that you were the only man he knew who wouldn"t be intimidated by my mind. Do you know what it"s like to have to use small words and pretend not to understand things so you don"t get a bad reputation? bad reputation?"
Logan wasn"t sure he understood. Surely women never had to pretend not to be stupid. Did they?
"When I found out I was marrying you," Jenine said, "it felt like all my little-girl dreams were coming true. Even with my father behaving like-and Serah-and Aleine..." She took a deep breath. "I"m sorry, my lord husband. You"ve been honest with me. I know you didn"t ask for this. I"m sorry you had to lose her so I could have you. I know you"ve had a lot of bad surprises recently." Her chin raised and she spoke like a princess. "But I"m going to do all I can to be a good surprise, my lord. I"m going to strive to be worthy of your love." sorry you had to lose her so I could have you. I know you"ve had a lot of bad surprises recently." Her chin raised and she spoke like a princess. "But I"m going to do all I can to be a good surprise, my lord. I"m going to strive to be worthy of your love."
By the G.o.ds, what a woman! Logan had looked at Jenine last night and seen b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He had seen her giggling with her friends and seen a child. He was a fool. Jenine Gunder-Jenine Gyre-was a princess born to be a queen. Her poise, her deliberate self-sacrifice, her Logan had looked at Jenine last night and seen b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He had seen her giggling with her friends and seen a child. He was a fool. Jenine Gunder-Jenine Gyre-was a princess born to be a queen. Her poise, her deliberate self-sacrifice, her strength strength awed him. He had hoped his wife might grow to become a good match for him. Now, he hoped that he might grow to become a match for this woman. awed him. He had hoped his wife might grow to become a good match for him. Now, he hoped that he might grow to become a match for this woman.
"And I"ll do all I can to make our love grow, Jenine," Logan said. "I just-"
She put a finger on his lips. "Will you call me Jeni?"
"Jeni?" Logan touched the soft smooth skin of her cheek, and let his eyes roam over her body. I"m allowed to do this. I can do this. I should do this. I"m allowed to do this. I can do this. I should do this. "Jeni? May I kiss you?" "Jeni? May I kiss you?"
She abruptly became an uncertain girl again, until their lips met. Then, even with all her hesitations, uncertainty, and navete, to Logan she was all that was warm and soft and beautiful and loving in the world. She was all that was woman, and she was altogether lovely. His arms circled her and he pulled her close.
Some minutes later, Logan pulled away from her on the bed, turning his head toward the door.
"Don"t stop," she said.
Hob-nailed boots pounded up the stairs outside the door. Lots of boots.
Not even pausing to pull on his clothes in the darkness, Logan rolled off Jenine and caught up his sword.
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