"You should sleep," she said, doing her best to be gruff again.
"Make sure..." He was so sore he couldn"t complete the thought, much less the sentence.
"I"ll take care of you, don"t worry," Uly said.
"Uly?"
"Yes?"
"You did good work. Great work. I owe you. Thanks. I"m sorry." Kylar could almost feel the air around the girl go all warm and gooey. He groaned. He wanted to say something witty and mean like Durzo would have, but before he could find the words, he was asleep.
7
When Kaldrosa Wyn joined the queue behind the Lightskirt Tavern at noon, there were already two hundred women standing behind the brothel. Two hours later, when the line started moving, it was three times that. The women were as diverse a group as could be found in the Warrens, from guild rats as young as ten who knew that Momma K wouldn"t hire them but were so desperate they came anyway to women who had lived on the rich east side just a month ago but had lost their homes in the fires and then been herded into the Warrens. Some of those were weeping. Others just wore vacant expressions, clutching shawls tight around them. And some were long-time Rabbits, laughing and joking with their friends.
Working for Momma K was the safest gig a rent girl could get. They traded stories how the Mistress of Pleasures dealt with their new Khalidoran clientele. They claimed that when the twists hurt you, they had to pay you enough silvers to cover the bruise. Another claimed it was enough crowns to cover it, but no one believed her.
When d.u.c.h.ess Terah Graesin-the old duke her father had been killed in the coup-led the resistance out of the city, her followers had all put their shops and homes to the torch. The fires, of course, didn"t stop after devouring the properties of those who left. Thousands who"d stayed had been made homeless. It was even worse in the Warrens, where the poor were packed like cattle. Countless hundreds had died. The fires had burned for days.
The Khalidorans wanted the east side to get productive as quickly as possible. Those who were homeless were seen as an enc.u.mbrance, so soldiers forced them into the Warrens. The dispossessed n.o.bles and artisans had become desperate, but desperation changed nothing. Being forced into the Warrens was a death sentence.
For the past month, the G.o.dking had allowed his soldiers to do whatever they wished in the Warrens. The men would descend in packs to sate whatever l.u.s.ts motivated them. Chanting that G.o.dsd.a.m.ned prayer to Khali, they raped, they killed, they stole the Rabbits" meager possessions merely to throw them in the river and laugh. It seemed it couldn"t get worse, but after the a.s.sa.s.sination attempt, it had.
The Khalidorans had moved through the Warrens in an organized fashion, block by twisting block. They made mothers choose which of their children would live and put the others to the sword. Women were raped in front of their families. Wytches played sick games blasting off body parts. When anyone offered resistance, they rounded up and publicly executed dozens.
There were rumors of safe hideouts deeper in the Warrens, underground, but only people well-connected in the Sa"kage could get into those. Everyone had places to hide, but the soldiers came every night and sometimes during the day. It was only a matter of time before they caught you. Beauty had become a curse. Many of the women who had lovers or husbands or even protective brothers had lost them. Resistance meant death.
So women came to Momma K"s brothels because they were the only safe places in the Warrens. If you were going to get raped, many figured, you might as well get paid for it. Apparently the brothels still did good business, too. Some Khalidorans didn"t like the risks of going into the Warrens. Others just liked being a.s.sured of bedding a clean and beautiful woman.
Already though, the brothels didn"t have many openings-and no one wanted to speculate why they had any at all.
Kaldrosa had held off as long as she could. It wasn"t supposed to be like this. That Vurdmeister, Neph Dada, had recruited her specifically because she was a former Sethi pirate who"d been marooned in the Warrens years ago. She hadn"t sailed in ten years-and had never been a captain, despite what she told the Vurdmeister. But she was Sethi, and she had promised she could navigate a Khalidoran ship through the Smugglers" Archipelago up the Plith River to the castle. In return, she would get to keep the ship.
It had sounded like a fine price for an unsavory bit of work. Kaldrosa Wyn had no loyalty to Cenaria, but working for the Khalidorans was enough to make anyone"s skin crawl.
Maybe they even would have kept their part of the deal-giving her that sea cow of a barge that wasn"t worth the nails holding it together. Maybe she could have cobbled together a crew to join her, too-except that some b.a.s.t.a.r.d had sunk her ship during the invasion.
She"d been able to swim to sh.o.r.e, which was more than she could say for the two hundred armored clansmen she"d been ferrying, who were now feeding fish. Four rapes and two times of Tomman being beaten half to death later, here she was.
"Name?" the girl at the door asked, holding a quill and paper. She had to be eighteen, a good decade younger than Kaldrosa, and she was stunning: hair perfect, teeth perfect, long legs, tiny waist, full lips, and a musky-sweet scent that made Kaldrosa aware of how foul she herself must smell. She despaired.
"Kaldrosa Wyn."
"Occupation or special talents?"
"I was a pirate."
The girl perked up. "Sethi?"
Kaldrosa nodded, and the girl sent her upstairs. In another half an hour, Kaldrosa Wyn stepped into one of the small bedrooms.
The woman here was young and beautiful, too. Blonde, pet.i.te but curvy, with big eyes and amazing clothes.
"I"m Daydra. You ever worked the sheets?"
"I a.s.sume you don"t mean sails."
Daydra chuckled, and even that was pretty. "A real pirate, huh?"
Kaldrosa touched her clan rings, four small hoops in a crescent framing her left cheekbone. "Tetsu clan off Hokkai Island." She gestured to the captain"s chain she wore-which she put on herself as soon as she got the job for Khalidor. She opted for the finest silver herringbone chain she could afford. It looped from her left earlobe to the lowest of her clan rings. It was a merchant captain"s chain, a merchant captain of humble birth. Military captains and the bolder pirate captains wore chains looped from earlobe to earlobe behind their heads so there was less chance they"d get ripped off in battle. "A pirate captain," she said, "but never caught. If you"re caught, you"re either hanged or they rip out your rings and exile you. There"s some disagreement about which is worse."
"Why"d you quit?"
"I tangled with a royal Sethi pirate hunter a few hours before a storm. We gave almost as good as we got, but the storm drove us onto the rocks of the Smugglers" Archipelago. Since then, I"ve just done whatever." Kaldrosa didn"t mention that "whatever" included getting married and working for Khalidor.
"Show me your t.i.ts."
Kaldrosa untied her laces and wriggled out of her top.
"I"ll be d.a.m.ned," Daydra said. "Very good. I think you"ll do fine."
"But you"re all so beautiful," Kaldrosa said. Stupid as it was to protest, she couldn"t believe her luck was turning.
Daydra smiled. "Beautiful we"ve got. Every one of Momma K"s girls has to be pretty, and you are. What you"ve got is exotic. Look at you. Clan rings. Olive skin. Even your t.i.ts are tanned!"
Kaldrosa was suddenly thankful that she"d been so stubborn on her ship that she"d gone topless to make the Khalidoran soldiers stare. It had given her a fierce sunburn, but her skin had darkened and the color hadn"t faded yet.
"I don"t know how you"ve managed a tan," Daydra said, "but you"ll have to keep it up, and talk like a pirate. If you want to work for Momma K, you"re going to be the Sethi pirate girl. You have a husband or a lover?"
Kaldrosa hesitated. "Husband," she admitted. "The last beating nearly killed him."
"If you do this, you"ll never get him back. A man can forgive a woman who leaves whoring for him, but he"ll never forgive one who goes whoring for him."
"It"s worth it," Kaldrosa said. "To save his life, it"s worth it."
"One more thing. "Cause sooner or later you"ll ask. We don"t know why the palies do it. Every country"s got twists who like hurting rent girls, but this is different. Some will take their pleasure first and only hurt you afterward, like they"re embarra.s.sed. Some won"t hurt you at all, but they"ll brag afterward that they did and pay Momma K"s fines without complaining. But they"ll always say those same words. You"ve heard them?"
Kaldrosa nodded. "Khali vas, something or other?" something or other?"
"It"s Old Khalidoran, a spell or a prayer or something. Don"t think about it. Don"t make excuses for them. They"re animals. We"ll protect you as well as we can and the money"s good, but you"ll have to face them every day. Can you do that?"
Words stuck in Kaldrosa"s throat, so she nodded again.
"Then go to Master Piccun and tell him you want three pirate girl costumes. Make him finish taking your measurements before he bangs you."
Kaldrosa"s eyebrows shot up.
"Unless you have a problem with that."
"You don"t think we"ll have any trouble, do you?" Elene asked. They were lying down in the wagon, spending one last night under the stars after three weeks on the road. Tomorrow they would enter Caernarvon and their new life.
"I left all my troubles in Cenaria. Well, except for the two that tagged along with me," Kylar said.
"Hey!" Uly said. Despite being as scary-smart as her real mother, Momma K, she was still eleven and easily baited.
"Tagged along?" Elene asked, propping herself up on an elbow. "As I recall, this is my wagon." That much was true. Jarl had given them the wagon, and Momma K had loaded it with herbs Kylar could use to start an herbiary. Perhaps in a nod to Elene"s sensibilities, most of them were even legal. "If anyone tagged along, it was you."
"Me?" Kylar asked.
"You were making such a pathetic spectacle that I was embarra.s.sed for you. I just wanted to stop your begging."
"Well, here I thought you were a helpless-" Kylar said.
"And now you know better," Elene said, self-satisfied, settling back into her blankets.
"Ain"t that the truth. You"ve got so many defenses, a man would be lucky to get lucky with you once in a thousand years," Kylar said with a sigh.
Elene gasped and sat up. "Kylar Thaddeus Stern!"
Kylar giggled. "Thaddeus? That"s a good one. I knew a Thaddeus once."
"So did I. He was a blind idiot."
"Really?" Kylar said, his eyes dancing. "The one I knew was famous for his gigantic-"
"Kylar!" Elene interrupted, motioning toward Uly.
"His gigantic what?" Uly asked.
"Now you did it," Elene said. "His gigantic what, Kylar?"
"Feet. And you know what they say about big feet." He winked lasciviously at Elene.
"What?" Uly asked.
"Big shoes," Kylar said. He settled back down in his own blankets, as smug as Elene had been moments before.
"I don"t get it," Uly said. "What"s it mean, Elene?"
Kylar chuckled evilly.
"I"ll tell you when you"re older," Elene said.
"I don"t want to know when I"m older. I want to know now," Uly said.
Elene didn"t answer her. Instead, she punched Kylar in the arm. He grunted.
"Are you going to wrestle now?" Uly asked. She had climbed out of her blankets and was sitting between them. "Because you always end up kissing. It"s gross." She scrunched up her face and made wet kissing noises.
"Our little contraceptive," Kylar said. Much as he loved Uly, Kylar was convinced that she was the only reason that after three wonderful weeks on the trail with the woman he loved, he was still a virgin.
"Will you do that again?" Elene asked Uly, laughing and wisely heading off the what"s-a-contraceptive question.
Uly scrunched her face and made the kissing sounds again, and soon the three of them dissolved in laughter that devolved into a tickle fight.
Afterwards, sides aching from laughing so hard, Kylar listened to the sounds of the girls breathing. Elene had a gift for falling asleep as soon as her head touched a pillow, and Uly wasn"t far behind. Tonight, Kylar"s wakefulness was no curse. He felt his very skin was glowing with love. Elene rolled over and nuzzled on his chest. He inhaled the fresh scent of her hair. He couldn"t remember having felt so good, so accepted, in his entire life. She would drool on him, he knew, but it didn"t matter. Drool was somehow cute when Elene did it.
No wonder Uly got disgusted. He was was pathetic. But for the first time in his life, Kylar felt like a good man. He"d always been good at things, good at lock picking, climbing, hiding, fighting, poisoning, disguising himself, and killing. But he"d never felt pathetic. But for the first time in his life, Kylar felt like a good man. He"d always been good at things, good at lock picking, climbing, hiding, fighting, poisoning, disguising himself, and killing. But he"d never felt good good until Elene. When she looked at him, the Kylar he saw reflected in her eyes wasn"t repulsive. He wasn"t a murderer; he was the subst.i.tute father who had tickle fights with an eleven-year-old; he was the love who told Elene she was beautiful and made her believe it for the first time in her life; he was a man with something to give. until Elene. When she looked at him, the Kylar he saw reflected in her eyes wasn"t repulsive. He wasn"t a murderer; he was the subst.i.tute father who had tickle fights with an eleven-year-old; he was the love who told Elene she was beautiful and made her believe it for the first time in her life; he was a man with something to give.
That was the man Elene saw when she looked at him. She believed so many good things about him that Kylar alternated between believing it himself and thinking she was absolutely crazy. But being persuaded felt great.
Tomorrow, they"d reach Caernarvon, and for a time, they would stay with Elene"s Aunt Mea. With her help-she was a midwife who knew herbs-Kylar would set up a little herbiary. Then he would overcome Elene"s fading objections to fornication, and the way of shadows would be behind him forever.
8
After maybe twelve days, maybe fifteen, maybe it only felt like so many, Logan finally surrendered to sleep. In his dream, he heard voices. They were whispering, but in the stone environs of the Hole, every whisper carried.
"He"s got a knife."
"If we all take him, it doesn"t matter. Look how much meat there is on him!"
"Quiet," someone said. Logan knew he should move, should check the knife, should wake up, but he was so tired. He couldn"t stay awake forever. It was too hard.
He thought he heard a woman"s voice, screaming through a hand covering her mouth. There was a slap and the scream stopped. Then there was another slap and another and another.
"Easy, Fin. You kill Lilly, we"ll f.u.c.kin" gut you. She"s the only slit we got."
Fin cursed Sniffles, then said, "You scream again, b.i.t.c.h, and I"ll rip out your hair and your fingernails. You don"t need those to f.u.c.k. Got it?"
Then the voice faded, and the heat faded, and the howling faded, and the stink faded, and Logan was truly dreaming. He was dreaming of his wedding night. He was married to a girl he barely knew, but as he talked in their bedchamber, as nervous as the beautiful fifteen year-old girl across from him, he felt sudden hope blossom in his heart. This girl was a woman he could love, and inexplicably, she was his. Jenine would be his wife and one day, his queen, and he knew he could love her.
Jenine"s dead. Stop this.