An arrow drove through Kylar"s chest.
It rocked him back in the saddle, but his horse kept walking, oblivious. Kylar coughed blood. He"d made so many mistakes. Durzo would never have forgiven him for his carelessness. Letting down his guard, going back to the path when he"d worried someone might have been sent after him, taking his own horse rather than stealing someone else"s. It only took one mistake to get you killed, and he"d made many.
G.o.ds, his lungs burned.
~I told you to duck.~ A shadowy form stepped out from behind a tree and took his horse"s reins in one hand, holding a sword in the other.
The wetboy let down his shadows-they weren"t nearly as good as Durzo"s, never mind Kylar"s. It was Scarred Wrable. "Well, son of a b.i.t.c.h," the wetboy said. "Durzo Blint? s.h.i.t."
"Howdy, Ben," Kylar said. Son of a b.i.t.c.h was right. He"d kept the Durzo disguise-and if he"d kept it at Durzo"s height, Ben Wrable would have shot his arrow right over Kylar"s shoulder.
It was taking more and more effort to maintain the Durzo disguise, and Kylar was painfully aware that it was important he do so. If Terah thought she"d killed Durzo, Kylar could still come back. That had its own set of problems, but far fewer than revealing that he was both Durzo Blint and Kylar Stern and immortal. problems, but far fewer than revealing that he was both Durzo Blint and Kylar Stern and immortal.
"s.h.i.t, Durzo! I didn"t even know it was you. That uppity Graesin b.i.t.c.h said "special job, easy, pay ya double." What the h.e.l.l you riding on the path for, D?"
"Just..." Kylar coughed. "Made a mistake."
"It only takes one, I guess. s.h.i.t, buddy. I woulda fought ya at least."
"I would have killed you," Kylar said. He was stirred by a sudden panic. What if this was his last life? He had no guarantee that he would come back. The Wolf had never explained it. G.o.ds, he"d been totally crazy when he"d let Baron Kirof kill him for money.
"Probably." Scarred Wrable swore again. He"d gained his nickname from the innumerable scars he had on his face. He"d come to Cenaria as a child from somewhere in Friaku and spent time as a slave. He was one of the few men who"d gained his freedom from the fighting pits. Kylar thought the scars were self-inflicted, but the man spoke without an accent. Whatever rituals he practiced he"d learned from rumors about the Friaki, not from observation. "How am I supposed to brag about this, Durzo? I just shot you with a G.o.ddam arrow. That"s no way to kill the world"s greatest wetboy."
"Seems to be working all right." Kylar coughed.
"s.h.i.t," Ben said, disgusted.
"Make something up," Kylar said. He sprayed more blood again as he coughed. He"d forgotten dying was so much fun.
"I can"t do that," Wrable said. "It dishonors the dead. They haunt you if you do that."
"I feel really f.u.c.king sorry for you," Kylar said. He was slipping out of the saddle. He hit the ground with a thump and smacked the back of his head on the ground, but whatever he"d done, the disguise held.
Ben scowled. "Wait," he said, working it out. Scarred Wrable had never been the brightest torch on the wall. "You mean, you mean it would honor you more if people thought you"d been killed in heroic combat?" Scarred Wrable asked. He liked the idea. "You"d let me say that and not haunt me? I"d make you sound good, I swear."
"Depends," Kylar said. His vision was already beginning to white out. "Are you going to hack anything off my corpse?" That would be just his luck. He"d wake up without a head or something. How would that work? Would he die for real if someone took his head?
"The b.i.t.c.h did want proof."
"Take her the ring. Take my horse, my clothes, whatever you need, but leave my body alone, say you"re superst.i.tious or something and you can tell the story however you want. Just put my body..." Kylar lost the thought. His head was getting thick. He thought he could feel his heart laboring as blood spilled inside his chest. the story however you want. Just put my body..." Kylar lost the thought. His head was getting thick. He thought he could feel his heart laboring as blood spilled inside his chest.
"Fair enough. You ready, friend?" Ben asked.
Kylar nodded.
Ben Wrable stabbed him through the heart.
44
I"ve been working on the web," Sister Ariel said. "It"s trapped in some really interesting ways. Who put it on you again?"
"How about if I tell you, you let me go?" Vi said. Not very subtle, are you, b.i.t.c.h Wytch? Not very subtle, are you, b.i.t.c.h Wytch?
They were heading back to the trail after taking a huge detour around the rebel camp at Havermere. Vi could tell that Sister Ariel had wanted to go into the camp but thought that it would give Vi chances to escape.
"Why are we going west?" Vi asked. "I thought the Chantry was northeast."
"It is. But I still haven"t finished what I was sent to do," Ariel said.
"What was that?" Uly asked. She was sitting on the cantle behind Vi right now, and both of them were leashed magically. Vi was glad that Uly asked the question. Sister Ariel answered Uly"s questions. That probably had something to do with Vi"s repeated escape attempts, which had left them both bruised and irritable.
"I"m looking to recruit someone special, and I"m hoping I can find a woman who fits the bill in the rebel camp. Unfortunately, I don"t trust Vi as far as I can throw her."
"That"s pretty far," Uly said.
Vi scowled. Not only had Ariel left her with the scratches from where she"d landed in brambles, but afterward she"d spanked her. Life in the saddle was a sore life.
"So I don"t count as someone special?" Vi said. "You already said I"m vastly talented. Or whatever." She sneered as she said it, but she was curious-and, strangely, a little hurt that she didn"t measure up.
"Oh, you"re both very special. But neither of you qualifies for what I need," Ariel said. The b.i.t.c.h was enjoying being mysterious.
"What do you mean, both of us?" Vi asked.
"I"m taking you both to the Chantry, but neither of you can fulfill-"
"Why are you taking us both?"
Ariel looked at Vi, puzzled. Then she laughed. "Uly"s Talented, Vi."
"What?" Vi was incredulous.
"Oh, it"s rare to find Talented women, I don"t deny it. But if only one woman in a thousand is Talented, that doesn"t mean that you only find two Talented women together once in a million times. You see?"
"No," Uly said. Vi didn"t either.
"People with the Talent tend to feel an affinity for each other, even if neither of them knows why. We frequently find them together, which is great for us... usually. Perhaps you"re too young for this much truth, Ulyssandra, but that affinity is probably the only reason why an otherwise heartless murderer didn"t add you to her already overburdened conscience."
"You mean she would have killed me? Would you, Vi?" Uly asked.
Vi was glad the girl was sitting behind her so she couldn"t see the guilt written all over her face. Why did she care what Uly thought?
"You can look at it in a negative light or a positive one, Ulyssandra," Sister Ariel said. "Negative: she normally would have killed you. Positive: she didn"t-and she"s had many opportunities to change her mind since then and still hasn"t. You might even say Vi likes you."
"Do you like me, Vi?" Uly asked.
"I"d like to kick you in the head," Vi said.
"Don"t take it too hard," Sister Ariel said. "With the way she was raised, Vi"s a-well, let"s be charitable-let"s call her an emotional cripple. She"s probably only poorly able to differentiate between most of her emotions, feeling comfortable only with rage, anger, and condescension because they make her feel strong. Indeed, I"d guess her interactions with you may well be the first positive ones she"s had in her entire life."
"Stop it," Vi said. Ariel was cutting her into pieces and scoffing at the bits.
"This is positive?" Uly said.
"She doesn"t shy away from your touch, Uly. When you ride with her, she"s at ease. For anyone else, she"d be constantly on guard."
"I"ll kill the little wench the first chance I get," Vi said.
"Bl.u.s.ter," Ariel said.
"What"s that mean?" Uly asked.
"It means horses.h.i.t," Vi said.
"So you just keep being nice to her, Uly," Ariel said, ignoring Vi, "because probably no one else in your tyro cla.s.s will like her very much."
"In our our cla.s.s?" Vi asked. "You"re putting me with the children?" cla.s.s?" Vi asked. "You"re putting me with the children?"
Sister Ariel looked surprised. "Why yes. And you should be nice to Ulyssandra, because she"s got more Talent than you do. And none of your bad habits."
"You cruel, cruel b.i.t.c.h," Vi said. "I know what you"re doing. You"re trying to break me, but I"ll tell you what. Nothing can break me. I"ve been through everything."
Sister Ariel turned her face to the setting sun that limned the treetops of a small copse in front of them. "That, my dear, is where you"re wrong. You are already broken, Vi. You were broken years ago and you healed hunched. And now you"re broken again and trying to heal even more hunched. I won"t let that happen. I"ll break you one more time if I have to so you don"t have to be a cripple anymore. But I can"t make the choice to be healthy for you. And I don"t promise a lack of scars. But you can be a better woman than you are now."
"A woman who looks a lot like you?" Vi sneered.
"Oh no. You"re more pa.s.sionate than I ever was," Sister Ariel said. "I"m afraid I"m a bit of an emotional cripple myself. Too much brain, they say. Too comfortable in my own mind. I never had to come out. But I was born this way; you were made. And you"re right; you"ll not learn what you need to know from me."
"Were you ever in love?" Uly asked.
Vi wondered where the h.e.l.l that came from, but the question must have been a good one because it hit Sister Ariel like shovel across the face.
"Huh. That"s a-a very good question," Ariel said.
"He left you for someone who wasn"t so cold and ugly, didn"t he?" Vi asked, with a little twist of satisfaction.
Ariel said nothing for a moment. "I see you aren"t without claws," Ariel said, quietly. "Not that I expected any less."
Uly jabbed her fingers into Vi"s ribs to chastise her, but Vi ignored her. "So you never got around to your point. Why are we going west?"
"There"s a sister who lives this way. She"s going to nursemaid you two while I scout out the rebel camp for a suitable woman."
"What are you looking for?" Uly asked.
"We should start looking for a place to set up camp. It"s getting dark. Looks like we"re not going to make it to Carissa"s tonight," Sister Ariel said.
"Aw, please?" Uly said. "It"s not that dark and we don"t have anything else to talk about."
Sister Ariel seemed to chew it over. She shrugged. "I"m looking for a highly Talented woman who is ambitious, charismatic, and obedient."
"Ambitious and obedient? Good luck," Vi said.
"If she were willing to be obedient to the Speaker, she"d have personal instruction, a rapid rise through the ranks, a lot of attention and power-but all those are easy. The problem is that she has to be new because we have to be sure of her loyalties, and she has to be married. A woman whose husband is Talented would be the real gem."
"So when you find this married woman, you"re going to kidnap her?" Vi asked. "Isn"t that a little risky?"
"Another person might have said immoral, but... well, a truly kidnapped woman wouldn"t cooperate. Ideally, we"d like to have the man on the premises. Just sticking a wedding ring on a woman"s hand isn"t going to cut it. The more permanent and steady the marriage appears, the better."
"Why not have Vi do it?" Uly asked. "She doesn"t want to be stuck in cla.s.ses with me and the other twelve-year-olds anyway."
Ariel shook her head. "Believe me, I thought of her first, but she"s totally unsuited to the task."
"You mean as a student or a wife?" Vi asked.
"Both. No offense, but I"ve known men who married the wrong woman, and they were all miserable. I"m sure we could ask some man to marry you, and we"d get lots of takers. You"re a beautiful woman and around beautiful women men tend to think with their-" she looked at Uly and cleared her throat-"irrational side. Even if we could bribe the right fool, and believe me, the Chantry would-they won"t put some man"s happiness ahead of the Chantry"s welfare-even then it wouldn"t happen. Vi isn"t trustworthy. She isn"t obedient. Nor is she intelligent enough-"
"You really are a b.i.t.c.h," Vi said, but Sister Ariel ignored her.
"-and besides, she"d probably try to run away, which would destroy her usefulness to us and waste all our effort. So, like I said, totally unsuitable."
Vi stared at her hatefully. She knew the whole discussion had just been a ploy to cut her down, tell her how unworthy she was, but the intelligence comment had cut deeper than anything. For all the times that she"d been complimented in her life-men did a lot of that when they were trying to get up your skirts-whether the compliments had been cra.s.s or poetic, they had always been about her body. She was smart, dammit.
Sister Ariel stared right back at her. Then she seemed to look deeper.
"Stop!" she said.
Vi stopped. "What?"
Sister Ariel nudged her horse awkwardly until after a few attempts she got it to move beside Vi. She reached out and grabbed Vi"s face in both of her hands. got it to move beside Vi. She reached out and grabbed Vi"s face in both of her hands.
"That son of a b.i.t.c.h," Ariel said. "Don"t let anyone heal this, do you understand? He"s-wow-look at that. If anyone touches this with magic, there are weaves of fire that will be unleashed around all of the major blood vessels in your brain. And that looks suspiciously like... have you lost control of your body at any time you can remember?"
"What do you mean, like p.i.s.sed myself?"
"You"d know what I mean if it had happened. I"m going to have to see if Sister Drissa Nile will come back. She"s the only one I"d let touch this."
"Who"s that?" Uly asked.
"She"s a healer. The best with tiny weaves that I know. Has some little shop in Cenaria, last I heard."
"You"re not going to tell me anything else about this weave that"s supposed to kill me?" Vi said.