"Not unless you tell me who set it."
"You can go-"
"If you curse me one more time, you"ll regret it," Sister Ariel said.
The last punishment had been bad enough and the satisfaction for cursing small enough that Vi choked back her words.
They had entered the copse of trees when Vi spotted something partly hidden under leaves off the side of the path, something like dark hair glowing in the dying sunlight.
Uly followed her gaze. "What"s that?"
"I think it"s a body," Vi said. And then, as they left the path to take a closer look, her heart soared. It was indeed a body-a death that meant life for her. It was freedom and a new start. The dead man was Kylar.
45
Elene"s whole body was in pain. She"d been riding as hard as she could bear for six days, and she still hadn"t made it to Torras Bend. Her knees hurt, her back hurt, her thighs were in agony, and she still wasn"t gaining any time on Uly and Uly"s kidnapper. She knew that because she asked everyone she pa.s.sed on the road if they"d seen a woman and child riding hard to the north. Most of them hadn"t, but those who had remembered. If anything, Elene had been falling behind. And it was all up to Elene now. everyone she pa.s.sed on the road if they"d seen a woman and child riding hard to the north. Most of them hadn"t, but those who had remembered. If anything, Elene had been falling behind. And it was all up to Elene now.
The guards of the city watch had pa.s.sed her yesterday, going back to Caernarvon. They"d a.s.sured her that a woman, especially a woman enc.u.mbered with a child, couldn"t have ridden faster than they had. They had given up and gone home. One look at their faces and she knew she would have no luck convincing them otherwise. They were tired and probably under orders not to cross the Lae"knaught who sometimes wandered this far east. Elene let them go. What mattered more than the city watch was Kylar. He"d come this way, too. At some point, he"d pa.s.sed the kidnapper and Uly-because he hadn"t been looking for them.
But she was almost to Torras Bend. Tonight she would sleep in a bed. Bathe. Then she would find out if the kidnapper had headed toward Cenaria, as Elene suspected. And have a hot meal. Elene was daydreaming when she saw the Lae"knaught.
They straddled the road in the middle of some of the largest wheat fields south of Torras Bend. If Elene had wanted to go around them, she"d have to go miles to the east and risk crossing into Ezra"s Wood, which was supposed to be haunted. As it was, it was too late. They"d already seen her, and the knights had horses saddled and ready to give chase.
Elene approached them directly, suddenly acutely aware of being a woman traveling alone. There were six men, all armed, and as she neared, all of them stood to intercept her. Over chain hauberks, they wore black tabards emblazoned with a golden sun: the pure light of reason beating back the darkness of superst.i.tion. She"d never come across the Lae"knaught, but she knew Kylar didn"t think much of them. They professed not to believe in magic, but hated it at the same time. Kylar said they were nothing more than bullies. If they really hated Khalidorans, he"d said, they would have come to Cenaria"s aid when the G.o.dking invaded. Instead, they"d hovered like vultures, picking up recruits among the fleeing Cenarians and scavenging off Cenarian lands.
One of the standing knights stepped forward. He held his twelve-foot ash lance carefully. It looked too long to use on foot, but Elene knew that once mounted, all of the knights" awkwardness would vanish. "Halt, in the name of the Bringers of the Freedom of the Light," he said. Elene guessed he couldn"t be more than sixteen. As Elene stopped, he stepped forward and grabbed the reins. She wasn"t sure what they were so nervous about, and then she realized what should have been immediately obvious. When they saw a woman traveling alone, they saw vulnerability. No normal woman would travel alone, therefore, she must not be a normal woman. She must be a wytch. Elene"s stomach tightened. woman would travel alone, therefore, she must not be a normal woman. She must be a wytch. Elene"s stomach tightened.
"Thank goodness," Elene said, sighing as if with relief. She almost said thank the G.o.d, but she didn"t think the Lae"knaught believed in G.o.ds, either. "Can you help me?"
"What is it? What are you doing alone on these roads?" one of the older ones asked.
"Have you seen a young woman, maybe with red hair, traveling with a young girl? Maybe two days ago? No?" Elene slumped, and the sudden pained look on her face was real, even slumping hurt after how much she"d ridden. "I guess she would certainly have avoided you, given what she is. You"re certain you didn"t see anyone, maybe trying to avoid you by traveling farther east?"
"What are you talking about, young lady? What"s happened? How can we help?" the knight asked. From the change in his voice, Elene knew he no longer saw her as a threat. Acting weak and vulnerable had done the trick.
"I"ve come from Caernarvon," Elene said. "We were originally from Cenaria, but we left as soon as those awful men and their wytches invaded. We were making a new life, Uly and me-Uly"s the little girl, my ward. Her parents were killed by the wytches.... We thought we were safe in Caernarvon, but she was kidnapped, sirs. I just had to follow her. The city watch came a way, but then they turned back. I"m afraid I"ll never catch up."
"It"s just like those d.a.m.n Sisters, kidnapping a child," the youngest knight said. "That letter said-"
The older knight barked, "Marcus!"
The men were all looking at each other, and Elene knew that her near-truths had not only worked, but that they knew something more. The knights withdrew, leaving the young Marcus standing and looking at her scars awkwardly. Then he realized he was staring, and coughed into his hand.
The older knights returned after a few minutes. The eldest spoke again, "Usually, we"d like to take you to the underlord to tell him all this yourself, but I can see that time is crucial. In fact, we"d love to go with you to help, but our orders are to stay south of Torras Bend. Politics. The thing is, there was a messenger this morning. We intercept all correspondence from Chantry wytches. Well, here. We"ve already made a copy." He handed her a letter.
"Elene," the letter read in a looping, flowing script, "Uly is safe now, I have taken her from the custody of the woman who took her from you, but I"m afraid I can"t send her home. Uly is Talented, and she is on her way to the Chantry, where she will receive the best tutelage in the world and material advantages beyond what you could hope to provide. I understand that you have no reason to believe that this letter is from me. If you wish, you may go to the Chantry to see Uly yourself, or even take her home, should you both wish it. As soon as she arrives safely at the Chantry, she will write to you. I apologize, and if other events weren"t so pressing, I would deliver this message myself. Sincerely, Sister Ariel Wyant Sa"fastae." material advantages beyond what you could hope to provide. I understand that you have no reason to believe that this letter is from me. If you wish, you may go to the Chantry to see Uly yourself, or even take her home, should you both wish it. As soon as she arrives safely at the Chantry, she will write to you. I apologize, and if other events weren"t so pressing, I would deliver this message myself. Sincerely, Sister Ariel Wyant Sa"fastae."
She had to read the letter two more times before she could grasp what it was saying. Someone had kidnapped Uly from her kidnapper? Uly was Talented?
In the end, the letter changed nothing. Elene still had to go to Torras Bend and find out what the villagers knew. If what it said was true, she would have to go north and on to the Chantry. If not, she"d have to head west, to Cenaria. Still, the kidnapper wouldn"t have known that Elene was following her. It wasn"t like she"d been closing in on them.
"d.a.m.n wytches," the young knight said. "Always kidnapping little girls, turning them away from the Light and into more like themselves."
"Marcus!"
Elene was suddenly relieved she"d told the truth to these men. If her story hadn"t lined up with the letter, things would have gone very differently. "No, it"s all right," she said. "I"ll have to press on hard if I"ve hoping of finding Uly before she gets in their clutches."
"Be careful," the older knight said. "Not all of these villagers love the Light."
"Thank you for your help," Elene said. With that, she rode on toward Torras Bend, her mind awhirl.
46
Whenever Ariel saw something she thought was fascinating or puzzling, she had a curious talent for memorizing it. It had been an enormous benefit when studying, of course, because she was able to picture whole sections of scrolls and find whatever she needed.
She was lucky enough now to not be looking at the corpse. She was looking at Vi"s and Uly"s faces-and each face"s expression was locked in the vault of her memory. Vi"s was all exhilaration, a thrill that might just have come from seeing death. Ariel hoped that wasn"t it. She hoped there was more to it than that, that Vi had had some personal reason to want Kylar dead. If not, Vi might be less useful than she thought. For now, she disregarded Vi"s expression. She put it away to examine another time. It was Uly"s expression that truly intrigued her. the vault of her memory. Vi"s was all exhilaration, a thrill that might just have come from seeing death. Ariel hoped that wasn"t it. She hoped there was more to it than that, that Vi had had some personal reason to want Kylar dead. If not, Vi might be less useful than she thought. For now, she disregarded Vi"s expression. She put it away to examine another time. It was Uly"s expression that truly intrigued her.
Kylar had been a father figure to the girl. Uly was a tenderhearted child. She hadn"t grown up in the Warrens or any other place where she had to see death on a daily basis. The sight of her adoptive father stripped to his underclothes and lying dead by the side of the road should have left her shocked. She should look distant or in denial-not curious. Had she just not recognized him yet? Then Uly"s expression shifted to something Ariel thought was elation. Elation? Surely that couldn"t be right. Why would the girl be happy?
Ariel was interrupted as she realized she was having her own emotions about seeing Kylar dead. She tried to label them as quickly as possible so she could file them away and get back to the task at hand. Disappointment, yes. She"d been planning something clever for Kylar and it wasn"t going to work now. A little bit of grief. Kylar had seemed like the kind of man she would like. Curiosity at how such a capable man had let himself be killed. Some sorrow for how it would affect Uly-good enough, that will do. Having labeled her emotions, she set them aside. Having labeled her emotions, she set them aside.
Uly looked up and saw Ariel staring at her. "He"s not dead," Uly said. "He"s just hurt."
"Girl," Vi said. "I"ve seen lots of dead people. He"s dead."
"He"ll get better."
It sounded like denial, and Vi obviously took it as such, but it wasn"t.
Sister Ariel unrolled the mental scroll to examine the expression on Uly"s face and watch it change. Curiosity to elation. Curiosity to elation. Uly saw that he was dead-it was obvious from how pale he was that he"d been here for quite some time, maybe a day-but Uly wasn"t surprised and she wasn"t worried. Why? Did she really believe he"d get better?
Sister Ariel reached out with her Talent and touched Kylar and realization whooshed over her-no, it crashed over her like a ten-foot wave, leaving her breathless and sputtering. Her magic was sucked from the air into Kylar"s body, channeled a hundred different ways to join in the healing that was going on within him.
The magic would have baffled her. The magic combined with Uly"s expression that said she"d seen this before and was elated, that told her everything.
Kylar was a creature out of legend. A legend no Sister believed. Until now.
"You"re right, Uly," Sister Ariel said gently, meeting Vi"s gaze as if to say "play along." "How about we set up camp and you can start on our dinner while Vi and I tend to his wounds? She and I know more about healing, and you can make sure there"s dinner ready for him when he wakes up."
Ariel dismounted and helped Uly down.
"I don"t want to go. I want to stay here," Uly said.
"Uly," Vi said. "The best way you can help is to get dinner ready. You"ll get in the way here."
"Come on, child," Ariel said. She led Uly away as Vi got off her horse and began pulling leaves away from Kylar"s body. Ariel turned and mouthed "start digging." Vi nodded.
If she"d had time to think, Ariel wouldn"t have played such a desperate hand. A thousand factors were in play and playing too fast for her to calculate the odds.
She took Uly about twenty paces into the woods and bound her and gagged her with magic, setting her on the far side of a tree trunk. "I"m sorry, child. It"s for the best."
"Mmm!" Uly said, her eyes wide, but the sound was barely a whisper.
Ariel came around the tree just in time to see Vi vault onto her horse"s back and gallop off into the woods. Ariel shouted and threw a ball of light whizzing past her, but didn"t put any heat into it. She wasn"t going to light the forest on fire just to scare the girl. Besides, she might have accidentally hit her.
In moments, even the sound of hoofbeats faded. Sister Ariel shook her head and made no attempt to follow.
So much for the obvious part of the gamble. What Vi did now was the real trick. Good luck, Vi. May you come back to us ready to heal. Good luck, Vi. May you come back to us ready to heal.
She hoped that someday she might sit with Vi in her chambers at the Chantry and laugh about what they"d done today, but she didn"t think it would happen. Not after what she"d just done. Pa.s.sionate women tended to hate women like Sister Ariel. Or at least they hated being coldly manipulated-but what choice did Ariel have?
"And now you," she said, turning. "My undying warrior. How do you work?"
"I didn"t see you last time," Kylar told the Wolf. "I thought maybe I was done with you." The Wolf was sitting in his throne in the Antechamber of Mystery, his lambent yellow eyes weighing Kylar. The indistinct ghosts who populated the indistinct chamber murmured beyond Kylar"s hearing. The whole place still unnerved him. Mystery, his lambent yellow eyes weighing Kylar. The indistinct ghosts who populated the indistinct chamber murmured beyond Kylar"s hearing. The whole place still unnerved him.
He couldn"t feel the floor beneath his feet. He couldn"t see the ghosts when he looked directly at them. Couldn"t tell if the chamber actually had walls. His skin p.r.i.c.kled, but he couldn"t have said if it was warm or cold here. He couldn"t smell. Aside from his voice, he heard nothing. He had a sense of noise, voices, the scuff of feet beyond his hearing, but that was only an intuition. He was disembodied and somehow he"d carried along some of his senses but not all of them, and none of them reliably. Only a few things were clear here: the Wolf, and the two doors. One was plain wood with an iron latch, the other gold with light leaking around the edges.
"I was too furious to bear the sight of you," the Wolf said.
He didn"t look much happier now. Kylar couldn"t think of anything to say. Furious? Why?
"It took Acaelus fifty years to rack up three deaths. You"ve done it in less than six months. You took money for a death. Money. Wasn"t the price for that blasphemy enough? Will you never learn?" the Wolf asked.
"What are you talking about?" Kylar could sense that the ghosts or whatever the insubstantial people were who crowded the chamber had gotten very quiet.
"You sicken me."
"I don"t-"
The Wolf held up a burn-scarred finger and the weight of the small man"s authority was such that Kylar stopped immediately.
"Acaelus took money once, too, after his first wife died. I think he didn"t really believe in his immortality until then. He took money twice and did something worse once. After that, I showed him what it cost. It stopped him, as it should be stopping you. If you persist in throwing lives away, I will make you rue every day of your interminable life."
It was like a bad dream: the frowning tribunal holding him to a standard he didn"t understand, declaring his guilt, the looming watchful figures, the doors of judgment, the threat of a truth he couldn"t bear. He would have shaken himself, pinched himself-if he"d had a body to shake or pinch. If he didn"t remember being killed.
"I don"t know what you"re talking about. What the h.e.l.l am I supposed to do?" Kylar asked bitterly. "What am I for?"
Light flashed in those hard gold eyes and the world telescoped. Perspectives changed and Kylar felt suddenly awkward. Fat and uncoordinated, he was seated in a small chair. His fingers were short and pudgy and wailing filled his head. His head itself seemed almost unbearably heavy. He flailed and realized he was the one screaming. filled his head. His head itself seemed almost unbearably heavy. He flailed and realized he was the one screaming.
He was back in a body, but it wasn"t his. He was a baby. In front of him, the gray-haired man, now a giant, held a spoon full of gruel. "OPEN WI-IDE!" the Wolf crooned, pushing the gruel toward Kylar"s face.
Kylar snapped his screaming mouth shut.
Light flashed once more and he was back in his own body.
The man smiled wolfishly at him. "You are nothing but a fat, awkward child in the land of giants. You close your mouth instead of eating. You speak when you should listen. What are you for? Any answer I gave you"d reject. So why should I waste my time? You"re as arrogant as your master ever was, and you don"t have a shred of his wisdom. I find you wanting."
"What am I supposed to do?"
"Better. Do better."
Part of Ariel wished she could slow whatever was happening in Kylar"s body. As it was, he was almost recovered. As she watched, the arrow in his chest wobbled and began to shift. Then it quivered and began to rise out of his body as if being pushed from within.
With an audible plop, the arrowhead broke through skin that had already healed flush around the shaft. The arrow fell to the side and Ariel grabbed it and put it in her pack next to the gold tablet for later study.
The skin over Kylar"s heart the arrow had just broken was knitting together so quickly she could see it. In moments, it was smooth once more, unscarred. Sister Ariel reached out with her magic, but as soon as it touched Kylar"s body it was absorbed. A tremor pa.s.sed through him and his heart started beating. A long moment later, his chest rose and he coughed violently, spitting half-congealed lumps of blood out of his lungs. Then the coughing pa.s.sed. Sister Ariel tried to watch without touching, but the streams of magic were so fast she couldn"t begin to understand them. She put a hand close to his body, and the air felt cold there. The gra.s.s beneath him was wilted and white.
It was like his whole body was sucking up energy in any form and using it to heal him. What would happen if he were put in a cold, dark room? Would the healing stop? How the h.e.l.l was he translating all that energy into magic? How was he doing it at all, much less unconsciously?
G.o.ds, studying such a man might even tell the sisters about the afterlife. That was something they"d given up on long ago, considering it outside the realm of experimentation. Kylar could change everything.
She pooled magic in a white ball in her hands and brought it close to his body to watch the way the magic was sucked in like water down a drain.
Amazing.
Now this, this was a puzzle she could devote her life to solving.
The last of the magic dissolved from her hands and Kylar"s eyes flicked open.
Sister Ariel raised her hands. "I"m not here to hurt you, Kylar. Do you remember me?"
He nodded, his eyes darting around like a wild animal"s. "What are you doing here? What"s happened? What did you see?"
"I saw you dead. Now you live again. Who killed you?"
Kylar seemed to deflate, too tired or too rattled to bother with a denial. "It doesn"t matter. A wetboy. Nothing personal."
"A wetboy like you and Vi?"
He stood, feigning stiffness. She knew he was feigning it because she could see that he was in absolutely perfect condition now. "Graakos," she whispered under her breath, armoring herself.
"What do you want, wytch?" he asked. Abruptly, the tendrils of magic she"d extended toward him vanished. Not just vanished; they blew apart like smoke in strong breeze. He"d done that-scattered her magic. His eyes glittered dangerously. Would her magical armor disappear just as easily? For the first time in decades, Sister Ariel was in danger from a man.