"No. Khali"s... different. Worse." Logan laughed uncertainly. "That was just a dragon." He laughed again like a man set free from his senses.
Then all light faded.
When he woke, the three of them had been fitted with harnesses, and Kylar was hoisting them all by a rope that must have been attached to a pulley high above. They were ascending the central shaft of the Stacks. It was a huge metal tube, thirty paces across, and all of the enormous fans had been stopped. How did Kylar manage that?
The trip took several more minutes, and the whole time, Logan was aware of his arm burning and tingling where the creature"s eye blood had spilled on him. He didn"t have the courage to look at it.
"We have a man inside who helped me," Kylar said. "The Sa"kage is now one of your most important allies, my king. Maybe your only ally."
A few minutes later, they reached a section where the pipes turned horizontal. With great care, Kylar untied Logan and then Gnasher. He cut the ropes and let them fall into the abyss. The pulley followed. He led them down the narrowing horizontal section until they reached a door. Kylar tapped on it three times.
The door opened and Logan found himself face to face with Gorkhy.
"Logan, meet our inside guy," Kylar said. "Gorkhy, your money is-"
"You!" Gorkhy said. His face showed the same disgust Logan felt.
"Kill him," Logan croaked.
Gorkhy"s eyes bulged. He grabbed at the guard"s whistle he carried on a lanyard around his neck. Before it reached his lips, though, his head spun free of his body. The corpse dropped without a sound.
It was that fast, that easy. Kylar dragged the body down the tunnel to drop it into the shaft and returned a minute later. Logan had just ordered his first kill.
Kylar didn"t ask for an explanation. It was an eerie, awesome, awful thing. It was power, and it felt disconcertingly... wonderful.
"Your Majesty?" Kylar said, opening the door out of the shaft, out of the nightmare. "Your kingdom awaits."
54
When Kaldrosa Wyn and ten of the other girls from the Craven Dragon emerged from Momma K"s safe house, the Warrens were changed. There was a nervous excitement in the air. The Nocta Hemata had been a triumph, but repercussions were coming. Everyone knew it. Momma K had told the girls they needed to leave her subterranean safe house because the secret of its existence had leaked. Somehow, the Night Angel had saved them all from being slaughtered by Hu Gibbet.
Kaldrosa had heard rumors of the Night Angel before, right after the invasion, but she hadn"t believed them. Now they all knew he was real. They"d seen Hu Gibbet"s body.
Momma K had told them she would smuggle them out as quickly as possible, but moving three hundred women out of the city was going to take time. They had ways to get around or under the G.o.dking"s new walls, but it wasn"t easy. Kaldrosa Wyn"s group was supposed to go tonight. Momma K had told them that if they wanted to stay in the city, if they had husbands or boyfriends or family to go back to, all they had to do was not show up at the rendezvous tonight.
The Warrens were quiet, expectant, as the women made their way to the safe house. They were conspicuous, of course, all of them still dressed in their rich whoring clothes. Master Piccun"s designs seemed obscene in the broad daylight, in the context of open streets. Worse, some of the girls" costumes were stained with brown-black smears of dried blood.
But the women pa.s.sed no guards, and it was soon clear that the Khalidorans didn"t go into the Warrens now. The residents who saw them looked at them strangely. One alley they tried to traverse was blocked by a building that must have been knocked down during the Nocta Hemata itself, and it forced Kaldrosa Wyn and the others to walk straight through the Durdun Market.
The market was busy, but as the former wh.o.r.es pa.s.sed through it, a wave of silence preceded them. Every eye was on them. The girls set their jaws, ready for the derision their clothing would surely evoke, but nothing happened.
A stout fishwife leaned over her stall and said, "You done us proud, girls."
The women were caught off guard. The approval hit them like a slap in the face. Everywhere it was the same. People everywhere nodded in greeting and acceptance, even the women who a week ago would have sneered at rent girls even as they envied their good looks and easy lives. Even as the Rabbits waited for the G.o.dking to crush them, as they knew he must, they shared a unity forged of persecution. The Rabbits had surprised themselves with their own bravery that night, and somehow, the wh.o.r.es bore their standard.
The gloriously solitary two-day ride to Cenaria had only one problem. There was no irritating child. No domineering hag. No verbal sparring. No humiliation. But the time gave Vi an opportunity to see how flimsy her plans were.
The first plan was to go to the G.o.dking. It had seemed great for about five minutes. She"d tell him that Kylar was dead. She"d tell him Jarl was dead. She"d ask for her gold and she"d leave.
Right. Sister Ariel"s musings about the spell on Vi were far too specific to be guesses. They were also far too plausible. Vi would either have a short leash or a long leash, but she"d have a leash. Garoth Ursuul had promised to break her. It wasn"t the kind of promise he"d forget.
In truth, Vi felt broken already. She was losing her edge. It was one thing to feel bad for killing Jarl. Jarl had kept her alive. He"d been a friend and someone who would never demand the use of her body. He hadn"t been a threat, physically or s.e.xually.
Kylar was a different matter altogether, and yet even now, riding slowly through the streets of Cenaria, her hood close around her face, Vi couldn"t stop thinking about him. She was actually sorry he was dead. Maybe even sad.
Kylar had been a d.a.m.n good wetboy. One of the best. It was a shame he"d been killed with an arrow, probably from hiding. Not even a wetboy could stop that.
"That"s it," Vi said aloud. "Could happen to anyone. Makes me realize my own mortality. It"s just a shame."
It wasn"t just a shame. That wasn"t what she felt, and she knew it. Kylar had been kind of cute. If you could think "kind of cute" with a mental sneer. Kind of charming. Well, not that charming. But he did try.
Really, it was Uly"s fault. Uly had talked and talked about how great he was. f.u.c.k.
So maybe she"d entertained a whim that Kylar could be the kind of man who could understand her. He"d been a wetboy, and somehow he"d left it and become a decent person. If he could do it, maybe she could, too.
Yes, he was a wetboy, but he was never a wh.o.r.e. You think he could understand that? Forgive it? Sure. You go ahead with your little crush, Vi. Bawl your eyes out like a little girl. Go ahead and pretend you could have been an Elene, making a little home and having a little life. I"m sure it would have been great fun to suckle brats and crochet baby blankets. You think he could understand that? Forgive it? Sure. You go ahead with your little crush, Vi. Bawl your eyes out like a little girl. Go ahead and pretend you could have been an Elene, making a little home and having a little life. I"m sure it would have been great fun to suckle brats and crochet baby blankets.
The truth is, you didn"t even have the courage to admit you had a crush on Kylar until you knew he was safely dead.
All the things Vi had always hated about women were suddenly showing up in herself. For Nysos" sake, she even missed Uly. Like some sort of f.u.c.king mother mother.
Well that was nice. Boo hoo. Do we feel better now? Because we still have a problem. She sat on her horse outside Drissa Nile"s shop. The b.i.t.c.h Wytch had said the weaves were dangerous, but Drissa might be able to free Vi from the G.o.dking"s magic. Looking at the modest shop, Vi thought the smart money was on the G.o.dking. She sat on her horse outside Drissa Nile"s shop. The b.i.t.c.h Wytch had said the weaves were dangerous, but Drissa might be able to free Vi from the G.o.dking"s magic. Looking at the modest shop, Vi thought the smart money was on the G.o.dking.
The G.o.dking would make her a slave. Drissa Nile would either free her or kill her.
Vi went inside. She had to wait half an hour while the two diminutive, bespectacled Niles took care of a boy who"d been splitting firewood and buried an axe in his foot, but after his parents took him home, Vi said that Sister Ariel had sent her. The Niles closed shop immediately.
Drissa seated her in one of the patient rooms while Tevor drew back a section of the roof to let sunlight in. They looked alike, baggy clothes over short, lumpy bodies, graying brown hair as straight as sheaves of wheat, spectacles, and single earrings. They moved with the easy familiarity of long partnership, but Tevor Nile clearly deferred to his wife. They both appeared to be in their forties, but scholarly Tevor seemed perpetually befuddled, while Drissa left no doubt that she was aware of all things at all times.
They sat on either side of her, holding each other"s hand behind her back. Drissa rested her free hand on Vi"s neck, and Tevor laid his fingers on the skin of her forearm. Vi felt a cool tingle in her skin.
"So, how do you know Ariel?" Drissa asked, her eyes sharp through her spectacles. Tevor seemed to have completely sunk into himself.
"She killed my horse to keep me from going into Ezra"s Wood."
Drissa cleared her throat. "I see-"
"Gwaah!" Tevor yelled. He jerked backward and fell off his stool, smacking the back of his head against the stone of the fireplace.
"Don"t touch anything!" As fast as he fell, he was on his feet again.
Vi and Drissa stared at him, baffled. He rubbed the back of his head. "By the hundred, I nearly incinerated all of us." He sat down. "Drissa, look at this."
"Oh," Vi said. "Ariel said it was trapped in some interesting ways."
"Now you tell me?" Tevor asked. "Interesting? She calls this interesting?"
"She said you were the best with small weaves."
"She did?" Tevor"s demeanor changed in an instant.
"Well, she said Drissa."
He threw his hands up. "Of course she did. d.a.m.n Sisters can"t admit a man might be good, not even for a second."
"Tevor," Drissa said.
He was abruptly calm. "Yes, dear?"
"I"m not seeing it. Can you lift it-"
She exhaled all at once. "Oh my. Oh my. Yes, don"t lift it."
Tevor didn"t say anything. Vi turned to see what his expression was.
"Please hold still, child," Drissa said.
For ten minutes, they worked in silence. Or at least Vi thought they worked. Aside from something like feather brushes on her spine, she felt nothing.
Finally, Tevor grunted as if satisfied.
"Are we done?" Vi asked.
"Done?" he said. "We haven"t started. I was inspecting the damage. Interesting? I"ll say it"s interesting. There are three side spells protecting the primary spell. I can get them. Breaking the last one is going to hurt, a lot. The good news is that you came to us. The bad news is that by touching the weave, I"ve disrupted it. If I can"t break it in perhaps an hour, it will blow your head off. You might have said it was a Vurdmeister who put the spell on you. Any other surprises?"
"What"s the primary spell?" Vi asked Drissa.
"It"s a compulsion spell, Vi. Go ahead, Tevor." The man sighed and sank back into himself. He didn"t seem to be able to speak while he was working. Drissa, on the other hand, had no problem. Vi could see her hands beginning to glow faintly even as she spoke. "It"s going to start hurting soon, Vi, and not just physically. We can"t numb you to the pain because he"s trapped that area of your brain. Numbing you is one of the first things a healer would do, usually, so he"s made it lethal. Hold still now."
The world went white and stayed white. Vi was blind.
"Just listen to my voice, Vi," Drissa said. "Relax."
Vi was breathing quick, shallow breaths. Suddenly, the world returned. She could see.
"Four more times and we"ll have the first spell," Drissa said. "It might be easier if you close your eyes."
Vi snapped her eyes shut. "So, uh, compulsion," she said.
"Right," Drissa said. "Compulsion magic is very limited. For the spell to hold, the caster must have authority over you. You have to feel you owe the caster your obedience. It would be worst with a parent or a mentor, or a general if you were in the army."
Or a king. Or a G.o.d. Holy h.e.l.ls.
"Regardless," Drissa said, "the good news is that you can throw off a compulsion if you can throw off that person"s hold over you."
"Brilliant," Tevor said. "b.l.o.o.d.y brilliant. Mad and sick, but genius. Did you see how he"s anch.o.r.ed the traps in her own glore vyrden? He"s making her her sustain sustain his his spells. Horribly inefficient, but-" spells. Horribly inefficient, but-"
"Tevor."
"Right. Back to work."
Vi"s stomach muscles convulsed like she was throwing up. When it pa.s.sed, Vi said, "Throw it off how?"
"Oh, the compulsion? Well, we should be able to break it this afternoon. It is a little tricky, though. If you try to untie it the wrong way, you just make it tighter. It won"t be a problem for you."
"Why"s-" Vi"s convulsing stomach cut off the rest of her question.
"Magae are forbidden the use of compulsions, but we learn to protect ourselves from them. If you didn"t have us, to throw off the compulsion requires an outward sign of an inward change, a symbol to show you"ve changed your loyalties. You"ll have that covered too, as soon as you take the white dress and the pendant."
Vi looked at her blankly.
"When you enroll in the Chantry," Drissa said. "You do intend to enroll in the Chantry, don"t you?"
"I guess," Vi said. She hadn"t really thought about the future, but the Chantry would be safe from the G.o.dking.
"Two. Ha," Tevor said triumphantly. "Tell her about Pulleta Vikrasin."
"You just like that story because it makes the Chantry look bad."
"Oh, go on, ruin the story," Tevor said.
Drissa rolled her eyes. "Long story short, two hundred years ago the head of one of the orders was using compulsion on her subordinates, and they didn"t find out until one of the magae, Pulleta Vikrasin, married a magus. Her new loyalty to her husband broke the compulsion and led to several sisters being severely punished." magus. Her new loyalty to her husband broke the compulsion and led to several sisters being severely punished."
"That was the worst rendition of that story I"ve ever heard," Tevor said. He looked at Vi. "That marriage not only probably saved the Chantry, but in the twisted minds of those spinsters it also confirmed that a woman who married would never truly be loyal to the Chantry. I can"t wait until the Chattel gather and-"
"Tevor. One more?" Drissa said. Again the little man went back to work. "Sorry, you"ll get more than enough Chantry politics soon. Tevor"s still bitter about how they treated me after we got ringed." She pulled at her earring.
"Is that what those mean?" Vi said. No wonder she"d seen so many earrings in Waeddryn. They were wedding earrings.
"Besides a few thousand queens out of your purse, yes. The ringsmiths tell women that the rings will make their husbands more submissive, and they tell men that they"ll make their wives more, shall we say, amorous? It"s said that in ancient times a ringed husband could be aroused by no woman but his wife. You can imagine how well they sold. But it"s all lies. Maybe it was true once, but the rings now barely have enough magic to seal seamlessly and stay shiny."
Oh, Nysos. Kylar"s note to Elene suddenly made a lot more sense. Vi hadn"t stolen some expensive jewelry; she"d stolen a man"s promise of his undying love. Vi had a sick feeling in her stomach again, but this time she didn"t think it had anything to do with Tevor"s magic. Kylar"s note to Elene suddenly made a lot more sense. Vi hadn"t stolen some expensive jewelry; she"d stolen a man"s promise of his undying love. Vi had a sick feeling in her stomach again, but this time she didn"t think it had anything to do with Tevor"s magic.
"Are you ready, Vi? This one"s really going to hurt, and not just physically. Lifting compulsion will make you relive your most significant experiences with authority. I"m guessing it won"t be pleasant for you."
Good guess.
Drissa Nile was the only one who could help now. Logan was in bad shape. Getting him off of Vos Island had been easy enough, but it had taken time and Kylar wasn"t sure how much of that Logan had left.
Logan had been stabbed in the back, and he had all kinds of cuts, including some along his ribs and arm that were red, inflamed, and filled with pus.