"Wait." The man in black, who"d remained silent until now, looked more closely at Seregil. Nudging him with the toe of his boot, he asked, "This is the one who killed Duke Mardus?"
"So I"m told."
"He should be executed, though I suppose he did us all a favor in the end. Ambitious fools like Mardus always end up as liabilities. He did have his uses, though."
"I a.s.sure you, Your Grace, the fate of this "faie will not be an easy one."
"See that it isn"t."
"Take him up!" the master ordered, and one of the guards hoisted Seregil in his arms and carried him upstairs to the workshop. Seregil cast a last desperate look back at Alec, cursing his own helplessness.
Once upstairs, he was placed facedown on a slate-topped table, with his left arm over the side. The guards held him, and the alchemist nicked a vein in Seregil"s wrist and held his hand over a bowl, collecting his blood. While this was going on, he and Ilar talked casually over Seregil, as if he weren"t there, still speaking Plenimaran.
"He stinks, Khenir." Apparently Ilar"s master didn"t know his real name. "I thought you"d been taking better care of him."
"It"s part of his punishment, Master, for attacking me."
"Ah, I see. Well, I suppose it"s more humane than the prescribed flogging."
"I hate to mark him, Master."
"He is a particularly fine-looking specimen, even for a "faie. You could set yourself up quite nicely, contracting him to the breeders."
"Perhaps when I"m done with him, Master."
The master bent to look at the back of Seregil"s hand. "Hm. Another simple tattoo. The boy has one as well. What do you know of these?"
To Seregil"s surprise, Ilar replied, "Nothing, Ilban. My clan didn"t use such marks. How fares the rhekaro?"
You lying b.a.s.t.a.r.d! Seregil nearly laughed. As usual, Ilar was playing his own game, even against the master he professed to worship. And he"d changed the subject nicely, too. Seregil nearly laughed. As usual, Ilar was playing his own game, even against the master he professed to worship. And he"d changed the subject nicely, too. He"d probably have made a good nightrunner. He"d probably have made a good nightrunner.
"As you saw, it quickens nicely," the master replied, none the wiser. "I expect it will be complete by tomorrow. The moon phases have been more of a factor than the treatises led me to believe. Or perhaps it"s the boy"s mixed blood. Whatever the case, I"m glad, for he isn"t as strong as I"d hoped. He"s not stirred in over a day."
Seregil closed his eyes, feeling more desperate than ever. They were killing Alec, and for what? He"d never heard the word "rhekaro" and had no idea what it meant, except that it was probably whatever unclean thing was moving about under the dirt, fed with his talimenios"s blood. Given the presence of the n.o.bleman here, this wasn"t just some minor experiment and yet the b.a.s.t.a.r.d spoke as calmly of it as Nysander might of some interesting spell he was working on.
"Do you know yet if the rhekaro will yield what you hope, Master?"
The alchemist chuckled at that. "Are you really in such a hurry to leave me?" When Ilar said nothing the man patted his shoulder. "Don"t worry. Something has quickened, and I will keep my word. If all goes as we hope, I will emanc.i.p.ate you."
Ilar stroked Seregil"s hair. "And this one will truly be mine, Master?"
"Yes, though why you should want such a wild and dangerous creature as that is beyond me, especially one that has betrayed you in the past."
"I look forward to breaking him, Master."
Seregil bit the inside of his lip. Oh, I will kill you slowly! Oh, I will kill you slowly!
"Hmm. You know, Khenir, some wild things are meant to be tamed, rather than broken."
The alchemist wrapped a bandage around Seregil"s wrist, then sniffed the blood in the bowl and dipped his finger in it. He rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger, like he was testing silk, then the smear burst into a bright blue flame. "Yes, that"s good strong western blood in those veins. A Bokthersan, you say? They make very strong dra"gorgos, I hear. I know of several necromancers who"d pay well for a flask of this. You might make a bit of a profit on him that way, until he"s manageable. I will give you letters of introduction."
"Of course. You are the kindest of masters, and the greatest of alchemists."
So I was right! thought Seregil. That explained the tidy workshop. He"d always understood them to be benign, like wizards, but what he"d seen in that cellar spoke of darker workings. He hoped Ilar and his master would speak more of Alec and whatever this rhekaros thing was, but it seemed they were done with him for now. The alchemist looked down at him for a moment with something like pity in his dark eyes. Seregil marked him for death, too. thought Seregil. That explained the tidy workshop. He"d always understood them to be benign, like wizards, but what he"d seen in that cellar spoke of darker workings. He hoped Ilar and his master would speak more of Alec and whatever this rhekaros thing was, but it seemed they were done with him for now. The alchemist looked down at him for a moment with something like pity in his dark eyes. Seregil marked him for death, too.
"In the meantime, I think I will try a few experiments of my own with this." He set the bowl aside and covered it with a white cloth.
"Of course, Master. He is yours, to do with as you please."
For now, thought Seregil, sensing something other than abject respect in Ilar"s voice again. Perhaps the deal between them wasn"t such a sure thing, after all. thought Seregil, sensing something other than abject respect in Ilar"s voice again. Perhaps the deal between them wasn"t such a sure thing, after all.
"If I may, Master, might I have some more of the rosefish elixir? It"s a very great help in handling him."
The alchemist took a small flask from a shelf and handed it to Ilar. "Mind you don"t use too much on him. Only in small doses is it safe. I do hope you will remember what you have learned here in my house. In the end it is only kindness that wins them over-though a firm hand is necessary, as well."
Ilar bowed deeply. "In you, I have had the best of teachers, Master."
"Perhaps. But remember, too, that some can never be broken, and sadly, they must be put down to preserve the public safety. The penalties for harboring a dangerous slave are severe, and more so for freedmen."
"I will be careful, Master. Thank you for your concern. Martis, Kheron, bring him back to his chamber. I will be there in a moment."
Seregil"s keepers had names, now, though he had no idea who was who.
The elixir was wearing off. He had strength enough now to twist in their grip, looking for Ilar, who was following close behind. "What is he doing to Alec?" Seregil wanted to ask what a rhekaro was, but that would tip his hand.
"A great work. He is creating something beautiful and useful from that half-breed of yours. You should be proud."
"Liar!"
Ilar smiled. "Not this time, dear Haba."
They carried Seregil back to his cell under the house and deposited him on the pile of quilts.
Ilar had them unhook the chain from Seregil"s collar, then hold his head steady as Ilar forced a few drops of the elixir between Seregil"s clenched teeth. "Come now, it will be so much easier for you, this way."
"It" was probably going to involve the horseman"s crop Ilar was holding under one arm, Seregil decided with a certain weary resignation.
The numbness spread through him, different than what he"d felt earlier. He couldn"t move, but unfortunately, he could still feel perfectly well as Ilar drew his head into his lap and stroked the hair back from Seregil"s eyes. "I must admit, I had begun to have thoughts of taming you nicely, as my master suggested. When you were asleep all those days, I was taken in by that face of yours, just as before. But you"ve shown your true colors again, haven"t you? I should thank you for bringing me back to my senses."
""r welcome," Seregil whispered, trying to summon a decent sneer. His lips wouldn"t cooperate.
Ilar laughed. "Do you know what I dreamed of, through all these years of shame? I hoped that one day you would suffer as I have suffered, and, my dear Haba, that day has come." He smiled and stroked Seregil"s cheek again. "You"re lucky I don"t want to mark that fine skin of yours any more than it already has been."
Seregil could not fight back when the men turned him over, and his screams were weak and hoa.r.s.e as Ilar beat the soles of his feet with the crop. It went on for some time, until the pain cut through the effect of the drug and he finally managed to struggle a little, trying to escape the torture.
Ilar relented and tossed the crop to one of his men. "That"s enough to start. Know, my dear Seregil, that I"ve endured far worse. And so shall you, before I"m done."
Seregil was feeling remarkably clearheaded now, and full of the strange elation that comes when pain ceases. "You want fear from me, or sympathy?" he slurred thickly. "Go f.u.c.k a dog."
Ilar kicked him onto his back and rested a slipper-clad foot heavily on Seregil"s chest, making it hard to breathe. "f.u.c.king is something else they took from me, Haba, long before I came to this house. Will your friend still want you when you"ve been gelded, I wonder? What will you have to offer him then?"
With that he swept out of the cell, leaving Seregil to curl up in a ball in the darkness, hands clenched protectively between his thighs.
Gelded? Panic cut through the pain and lingering effects of the drugging, and an hysterical little laugh escaped his lips. Panic cut through the pain and lingering effects of the drugging, and an hysterical little laugh escaped his lips. Poor b.a.s.t.a.r.d. No wonder you"re so bitter. Poor b.a.s.t.a.r.d. No wonder you"re so bitter. Slavery was bad enough, and the abuse, but to have your manhood taken, too? Slavery was bad enough, and the abuse, but to have your manhood taken, too? And now he"s planning the same for me. And now he"s planning the same for me. He knew it was no idle threat. He knew it was no idle threat.
He was cold, and still too numb to get himself under the covers. His feet burned and felt like they might be bleeding. With a little flailing and grabbing, he managed to pull a corner of the quilt over his chest and looked for comfort in Alec"s fading scent on the fabric. What would you do, tali, if they did do that to me? What would you do, tali, if they did do that to me? The thought was sickening, but even so, he knew in his heart that Alec would never turn his back on him, any more than he would if Alec had suffered the same plight. Not that it made the thought of having his own favorite parts cut off any less horrifying. The thought was sickening, but even so, he knew in his heart that Alec would never turn his back on him, any more than he would if Alec had suffered the same plight. Not that it made the thought of having his own favorite parts cut off any less horrifying.
But even that fear paled in comparison to the sight of Alec hanging in that cellar. Regardless of the alchemist"s rea.s.surances, it looked like they were slowly bleeding him to death.
Sleep wouldn"t come, and so he had no defense from his own wandering thoughts.
If it weren"t for you, Haba, I"d never have known he existed.
Remorse overwhelmed him again, closing a fist around his heart. It was true. He"d put Alec on the road to that cage the night he"d found him in that northern dungeon. Seregil had always claimed not to believe in fate, but now he wasn"t so certain. And if that had been fate, then what of the rest of his life?
Ilar said I wasn"t meant to kill that Hamani. And if I hadn"t? He lay there a long time, cold and sad and aching, pondering the question in a way he hadn"t before. The Haman had drawn steel first. If he"d only shouted, or grabbed for him, would the boy Seregil had been then still have drawn a weapon? Ilar called him a monster, blaming Seregil for all that had happened to him since, whatever that had been. He lay there a long time, cold and sad and aching, pondering the question in a way he hadn"t before. The Haman had drawn steel first. If he"d only shouted, or grabbed for him, would the boy Seregil had been then still have drawn a weapon? Ilar called him a monster, blaming Seregil for all that had happened to him since, whatever that had been.
Just like I do him.
He quickly quashed that thought. They were nothing alike!
It"s not my fault! If he hadn"t seduced me in the first place- Then what? he wondered for the first time. Would he ever have known Nysander, or Mic.u.m? Or Alec? He thought of all that had befallen his friends, for having known him. The chains of fate, or plain ill luck, hung heavy on him. he wondered for the first time. Would he ever have known Nysander, or Mic.u.m? Or Alec? He thought of all that had befallen his friends, for having known him. The chains of fate, or plain ill luck, hung heavy on him.
They"d all have been better off without me. The thought slipped insidiously across his mind before he could crush it. The thought slipped insidiously across his mind before he could crush it.
"Stop your d.a.m.n whining!" he muttered angrily. There was only one thing he could afford to dwell on right now, and that was how to get out of this cell and get Alec away from that madman.
And kill Ilar, he amended with a dark, crooked grin. he amended with a dark, crooked grin. I"ll show him what a monster really is! I"ll show him what a monster really is!
CHAPTER 25 25.
Rhekaro
"ALEC? ALEC, OPEN your eyes." your eyes."
Khenir?
Awareness returned slowly. Gradually, and in no particular order, Alec realized that he was no longer hanging facedown, that the center of his chest hurt like a b.i.t.c.h, that he was warm, and that he was very hungry and thirsty.
The sour, earthy smell was still all around him, but so was the unexpected aroma of cooked meat. He forced his eyes open and found that he was wrapped in warm blankets and propped in a corner of the cellar. Khenir knelt beside him, holding a mug to Alec"s lips.
Alec drank, and nearly wept with relief as the rich salty taste of mutton broth flooded his mouth. He gulped frantically, dribbling down his chin, until Khenir pulled the cup away.
"Slowly now. There"s no need to make a mess."
"More!" Alec rasped, and was amazed at the effort it took to speak.
Khenir let him drink again, and the warmth spread through Alec"s belly and limbs. He slipped a hand under the blanket to where his chest hurt and found a small scab there, between two of his ribs, right next to his breastbone.
Memory flooded back-Yhakobin approaching with the golden tap and the hammer. Alec clenched a hand in the blankets, shuddering, but grateful to be lying here now, even in this cellar. Anything was better than hanging in that cage.
"How long?"
"Four days," Khenir replied. "Ilban is very pleased with you."
"Indeed I am," Yhakobin said, coming down the stairs with a larger lamp. Duke Theris was with him. Ahmol and one of Alec"s warders followed, carrying small spades.
As they approached, the light spread, and Alec saw that where Yhakobin had buried the foul bag, the earth was now mounded and moving.
"What is that that?" he whispered.
"Let"s see, shall we?" Yhakobin replied.
The two servants removed the top layer of soil, then stepped back. The alchemist knelt by the heaving pile and gently began brushing the loose soil aside to reveal the strange, elastic ma.s.s beneath. The duke looked on from a slight distance, covering his nose in distaste.
The sheep"s stomach was swollen, and darkly mottled with decay. Ahmol a.s.sisted his master and as they uncovered more of it, Alec could see strange protrusions under the flesh-odd, moving lumps and b.u.mps.
Yhakobin gripped the covering and tore it open, releasing a horrid stench. Alec gagged, and Khenir and the duke buried their noses in their sleeves, eyes watering.
A small, grime-smeared hand thrust up through the opening and clutched at Yhakobin"s wrist. It was perfectly formed, even to the fingernails, but glowed an unnatural fish-belly white under a glistening layer of filth.
Yhakobin said something softly in his own language, and reached deeper into the foul sack to lift out...A child.
"Maker"s mercy!" Alec made a warding sign under the blanket.
It was curled tightly in upon itself. He could see nothing from his place in the corner but the curve of a thin back, and a sodden ma.s.s of white hair.
Yhakobin cradled it in the crook of one arm and turned to show the duke its face. It was almost like a real child, but softer, as if it wasn"t fully formed yet. The cat-slanted eyes were tightly closed, and both arms were wrapped across its chest. The alchemist slipped a finger into its mouth and scooped out some sort of clear slime, then turned it this way and that, frowning a bit.
"What"s wrong, Ilban?" Khenir asked.
"The oldest treatises described wings, but this has none. Oh well, it"s alive, and appears suitable otherwise. Now you must play your part again, Alec. Bring him closer."
Alec shrank back in his corner, too weak to fight. Khenir got an arm around his shoulders and whispered close to his ear, "Do as Ilban says, please!"
"N-no!" Alec gasped. "Don"t! Why are you helping him?"
"Because he is our master," Khenir replied, dragging him the rest of the way across the packed earth floor.
"Don"t be afraid, Alec," Yhakobin said, drawing out the hated bodkin. "I only need a drop." He gave Ahmol an order. The slave grabbed Alec"s clenched left hand, pried the forefinger loose, and then held it steady. Yhakobin stabbed the tip and pulled the bleeding finger down toward the white creature"s mouth.