Vi would head to Seth or Ladesh or deep into the mountains of Ceura where her red hair wouldn"t be so unusual. She"d never spread her legs for another man, and she"d never take another contract. She didn"t know what a normal life looked like, but she"d give herself time to figure it out. After this.
She pulled the sc.r.a.p of note she"d taken from Kylar"s house and read it again. "Elene, I"m sorry. I tried. I swear I tried. Some things are worth more than my happiness. Some things only I can do. Sell these to Master Bourary and move the family to a better part of town. I will always love you."
"Hey, ugly." Vi said, "what did Elene and Kylar fight about?"
"I think it was about how the bed wasn"t creaking."
Vi furrowed her brow. What? Then she burst out laughing. "Well, that"s normal enough. Was that all?"
"Why, what"s it mean?" Uly asked.
"f.u.c.king. Men and women fight about it all the time."
"What"s f.u.c.king?" Uly asked.
So Vi told her as explicitly as possible, and Uly looked more and more horrified.
"Does it hurt?" Uly asked.
"Sometimes."
"It sounds gross!"
"It is. It"s messy and sticky and sweaty and smelly and gross. Sometimes it even makes you bleed."
"Why do girls let them do that?" Uly asked.
"Because men make them. That"s why they fight about it."
"Kylar wouldn"t do that," Uly said. "He wouldn"t hurt Elene."
"Then why"d they fight about it?"
Uly looked sick. "He wouldn"t do that," she said. "He wouldn"t. I don"t think they ever did it anyway "cause the bed never creaked and Aunt Mea said it would. But Aunt Mea said it was fun."
The bed never creaked? "Whatever. Is that all they fought about?" Vi asked.
"She wanted him to sell his sword, the sword Durzo gave him. He didn"t want to, but she said it proved he still wanted to be a wetboy. But he didn"t. He really wanted to be with us. It made him really mad when she said that."
So he wanted out, too. That"s what he meant in the note when he said he tried. He tried to leave.
Nysos! Kylar might not even know she"d taken Uly. She didn"t know if that was a good thing or not. It did explain why he"d gone charging past them in the fog that morning, though. He would have been sure she"d return to Cenaria as quickly as possible.
Several hundred paces ahead, Vi saw the forest change. No, not change. It transformed as abruptly as if the earth had been split with an axe. On the near side, the forest was like what they"d been riding in for days. On the far side, enormous sequoys grew. They must be near Torras Bend. It didn"t mean much to her, but it looked like the riding would be easier under those great trees. There was almost no undergrowth in a forest that old.
They were only fifty paces from the sequoys when an old woman stepped out from the trees in front and to one side of them. She looked as startled as Vi felt. She was holding a glowing sheet of gold in her hands.
Glowing gold could only mean magic. The woman was a mage.
"Stop!" the old woman yelled.
Vi snapped her body back in the saddle and yanked the reins of Uly"s horse out of her hands. As she sat back up, she jabbed her heels in and looked toward the mage. The woman was running heavily, awkwardly-and not toward Vi and Uly. She was running away from the old forest and she had flung aside the glowing gold sheet.
What the h.e.l.l? It was strange, but not so strange that Vi stopped. In all the world, the only people she had to fear were wetboys, wytches, and mages.
The horses charged for the forest, almost throwing Uly out of the saddle.
The mage was only thirty paces away now, almost even with them. She ran a few more steps, and Vi could have sworn that the woman was emerging from something like a vast, nearly invisible bubble covering the forest.
The woman brought up her hands and spoke. Something crackled and whipped forward. Vi dropped her body as far on the opposite side of her horse as she could. There was a concussion nearby and Uly flew off the horse.
Vi didn"t stop to look. She grabbed a throwing knife from an ankle sheath and threw it as she brought herself back up into the saddle. It was a long throw-twenty paces at a target she couldn"t see before the she released the knife-but it was really only meant as a distraction. Vi looked back.
Uly was lying on the ground, unconscious.
There was no hesitation. A wetboy doesn"t hesitate. A wetboy acts, even if it"s the wrong action. Vi couldn"t stay still, it made her a target. She dug her heels into her horse"s flanks again. The horse lunged forward- And promptly crashed into the ground, its front legs cut out from under it.
Vi pulled her feet from the stirrups. She would land in a ball, roll free of the horse, draw throwing knives-except the horse fell faster than she expected. She slapped into the ground hard, her body flipping over as she skidded on her back. Her head kissed an iron-hard root and black spots swam before her eyes.
Up, d.a.m.n you! Get up! She got on her hands and knees and tried to stand, eyes watering, head ringing. She got on her hands and knees and tried to stand, eyes watering, head ringing.
"I"m sorry, I can"t let you do that," the old woman said. She looked like she actually meant it.
No. It can"t end like this.
The beefy old woman raised a hand and spoke. Vi tried to throw herself to one side, but she didn"t make it.
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It was two small cuts. A line along the ribs, and a matching line across the inside of his arm. Neither was deep. The knife had cut skin but not muscle. Even together, they were nothing a clean bandage and some fresh air wouldn"t have seen heal in a few days.
But in the Hole, nothing was clean. Fresh air was only a memory.
Logan recognized the signs, but there was nothing he could do. He was hot and cold already, shivering and sweating. The odds were, he wouldn"t come out of the fever. After all the time he"d spent in the Hole, he was a shadow of his former self. Cheeks sunken, eyes bright, face skeletal, his tall frame now skin and bone.
If he survived, he could get worse yet, he knew. For all that he"d starved, Logan still didn"t have the malnourished, emaciated look that those who had been in the Hole for years had. His body was clinging to its strength with a stubbornness that surprised him. But the fever cared nothing for that. It would take days, at the least, to fight off the fever. Days of total vulnerability.
"Nata.s.sa," he said. "Tell me again about the resistance."
The younger Graesin daughter had a hunted look in her eyes. She didn"t respond. She was looking across the hole at Fin, who was gnawing on sinews to add to his rope.
"Nata.s.sa?"
She sat up. "They move around. There are a number of estates that welcome them in the east, especially-especially the Gyres". Even the Lae"knaught have helped."
"b.a.s.t.a.r.ds."
"b.a.s.t.a.r.ds who are our enemy"s enemy."
She said that like she"d said it before. d.a.m.n, she had said it before, hadn"t she?
"And our numbers are growing?"
"Our numbers are growing. We"ve been conducting raids, small groups going and doing anything they can to hurt the Khalidorans, but my sister wouldn"t let us try anything big yet. Count Drake has set up informants for us in every village in eastern Cenaria."
"Count Drake? Wait, I asked that before, didn"t I?"
She didn"t respond. Her eyes were still on Fin. Fin had killed four of the newcomers in the last three days. Three days? Or was it four now?
Count Drake was part of the resistance. That was great. Logan hadn"t known if the man had made it out alive.
"I"m glad Kylar didn"t kill him, too," Logan said.
"Who?" Nata.s.sa asked.
"Count Drake. He betrayed me. He"s the reason I"m down here."
"Count Drake betrayed you?" Nata.s.sa asked.
"No, Kylar. Dressed all in black, called himself the Night Angel."
"Kylar Stern is the Night Angel?"
"He was working for Khalidor all along."
"No, he wasn"t. The Night Angel"s the only reason there"s a resistance at all. I was there. We were all herded into the garden and he saved us. Terah offered him whatever he wanted to escort us out of the castle, but he only cared about you. He left us to try to save you, Logan."
"But he-he killed Prince Aleine. He was the one who started all of this."
"Lady Jadwin killed Aleine Gunder. She"s been given a portion of his estates as her reward."
It didn"t seem possible. After everything had been stripped away from him, Nata.s.sa was giving him back his best friend. He"d missed Kylar so much.
Logan laughed. Maybe it was the fever. Maybe he"d imagined that she said that because he wanted it so much. He was so sick that the entire world hurt. Everything was fuzzy, so fuzzy. He thought he was going to start blubbering like a little girl. hurt. Everything was fuzzy, so fuzzy. He thought he was going to start blubbering like a little girl.
"And Serah Drake? Was she with you, too? She"s part of the resistance? Kylar saved her?" Logan asked. He"d asked that before, hadn"t he?
"She"s dead."
"Did she... did she suffer?" He hadn"t dared ask that before.
Nata.s.sa looked down.
Serah. His fiancee, not so long ago. She seemed part of another life. Another world. He had loved her once. Or thought he loved her. How could he have loved her when she"d barely crossed his mind in all the time he"d been down here?
She"d betrayed him. She"d slept with his friend, Prince Aleine Gunder, when she had never even slept with him-the man she said she loved. Had that been it? Had that betrayal extinguished his feelings for her? Or had he ever loved her at all?
He"d thought that he was finally understanding love on his wedding night.
Everyone who"s infatuated thinks he understands love. But Logan couldn"t help it. What he"d felt for Jenine Gunder-the fifteen-year-old girl he"d been so sure was too young and immature for him-had seemed like love. Maybe she"d been s.n.a.t.c.hed away before he"d had time to see her flaws, but Jenine Gunder-Jenine Gyre, his wife, if only for a few tragic hours-was the woman who had haunted his thoughts. He"d dreamed of her in the moments before sleep yielded to the hard stone and cruel stink and howling and heat of the Hole-her full smile, her bright eyes, her golden curves in candlelight as he had seen her just once, so briefly, before the Khalidoran soldiers had broken into the room, before Roth had cut her throat. But Logan couldn"t help it. What he"d felt for Jenine Gunder-the fifteen-year-old girl he"d been so sure was too young and immature for him-had seemed like love. Maybe she"d been s.n.a.t.c.hed away before he"d had time to see her flaws, but Jenine Gunder-Jenine Gyre, his wife, if only for a few tragic hours-was the woman who had haunted his thoughts. He"d dreamed of her in the moments before sleep yielded to the hard stone and cruel stink and howling and heat of the Hole-her full smile, her bright eyes, her golden curves in candlelight as he had seen her just once, so briefly, before the Khalidoran soldiers had broken into the room, before Roth had cut her throat.
"Oh, G.o.ds," Logan said, putting his face in his hands. Suddenly, the grief rose up in him. His face contorted and he couldn"t stop the tears. He"d held her, her body so small and vulnerable against him, as she"d bled. G.o.ds, how she bled! He told her everything would be all right. He"d spoken peace to her, and that was all the protection he could give her, because he could do nothing else.
Someone wrapped an arm around him. It was Lilly. G.o.ds. Then Nata.s.sa hugged him, too. It made it worse. He was sobbing uncontrollably. Everything was fuzzy and getting fuzzier. He had held off grief for so long, but he couldn"t do it anymore.
"I"ll be with you soon," he"d told Jenine. It was true now. He was going to die here. He already was dying.
He looked at Nata.s.sa"s face, and she was weeping with him. The poor girl; she"d been captured, betrayed by someone in the resistance and put down here with these monsters. Logan didn"t know how much she wept for him and how much she wept for herself. He didn"t blame her. She had to know that once he was gone, the Holers would take her. girl; she"d been captured, betrayed by someone in the resistance and put down here with these monsters. Logan didn"t know how much she wept for him and how much she wept for herself. He didn"t blame her. She had to know that once he was gone, the Holers would take her.
Even Lilly was crying. He wouldn"t have imagined she was capable of it. Why was she crying? Was she afraid that once the Holers had Nata.s.sa-who was younger and prettier-that she"d lose her power and her position? That she would be killed?
Looking at Lilly"s face, Logan hated himself for the cynicism of that thought. He"d been down here too long. The look on her face wasn"t fear. It was love. Lilly wasn"t weeping for herself; she was weeping for him.
Who am I to deserve such devotion? I"m not worthy of this.
"Help me up," he said, his voice raw.
Lilly looked at Nata.s.sa, and her tears ceased. She nodded. "Up we go."
Everyone in the Hole was looking at Logan now. Some with curiosity, some with hunger. Fin looked positively jubilant.
"All right, you f.u.c.ks!" Logan said. It was the first time he"d used profanity, and he could see that some of them noticed. Well, the crazier they thought he was, the better.
"Listen up. I"ve kept a little secret from you because I didn"t know what fine upstanding felons you all are. I"ve kept a little secret that might make a big difference-"
"Yes, yes, we know," Fin said. "Our little King thinks he"s Logan Gyre. He thinks he really is the king!"
"Fin," Logan said. "There"s two good reasons for you to shut your s.h.i.t hole. First, I"m dying. I"ve got nothing to lose. If you keep that tooth-filled a.n.u.s of yours shut, I"ll die and you won"t have to do a d.a.m.n thing. But if you keep talking, I"ll come kill you. I might be weak, but I"m strong enough to drag your poxy a.s.shole down the hole if I don"t mind falling in myself. Believe me, if we start fighting, there"s more than one person down here who"ll make sure we both go in."
"And the second reason?" Fin practically hissed. He was uncoiling his rope, adjusting the noose on the end of it.
"If you don"t shut up," Logan said, "It"ll be your fault that I throw this down the hole." He reached inside his belt, and pulled out an iron key. "It"s the key to the grate," Logan said.
Instant hunger filled every eye. "Give it here!" someone said. The Holers started pressing close, and Logan staggered toward the hole. He held the key out over the darkness and swayed back and forth, in not completely feigned dizziness.
The threat quieted the Holers.
"I"m feeling real sick, real dizzy," Logan said. "So if you all want this key to go to its little home up there, you"ll listen real close."
"How could you have held onto it for all this time?" Nine-Finger Nick demanded. "We could have escaped months ago!"