G.o.ds knew what the h.e.l.l they wanted! This was too much trouble for a common robbery. Perhaps it was vengeance for the two she"d already slain that drove them.
"Get behind me," she ordered, dragging her companion by the arm. Then she put a pair of fingers to her lips, gave a sharp whistle, and called, "Reyk!"
The lead runner gave a choked scream, then a long gurgling cry of frightened pain. He dropped his sword, fell to his knees, beat at his face. But he was much too slow. The falcon, Reyk, climbed back into the sky, leaving the man"s eyes in b.l.o.o.d.y ruin. He winged a tight circle, then settled on his mistress"s arm. She sent him aloft once more. "Can"t carry you and fight," she whispered tersely.
Without turning away she banged her pommel on the gate again. "Father!"
One runner stopped to help his fallen comrade. The rest rushed on. She couldn"t make out their features or identify their dress, but she could feel their hatred.
Her companion beat on the gates with a dagger. "Open! For pity"s sake, let your daughter in!"
Chenaya ripped off her cloak and drew a second sword. With the two blades she stepped forward to meet her attackers. "All right, you miserable dung-b.a.l.l.s!"
She twirled the weapons in dazzling double arcs. "I don"t know what you want, but I"ll play your game. Try to entertain me, you sons of wh.o.r.es!"
Before the first blow could be struck the gates swung wide. Six giants, in various stages of arming themselves, spilled into the street, steel gleaming in their fists. Che-naya"s pursuers caught themselves up short, then ran in the other direction, dragging their blinded friend with them. They were quickly swallowed by the damp gloom.
Chenaya spun to face the tallest of the giants. "Dayme, what the h.e.l.l"s going on around here? We"ve barely arrived in Sanctuary, but we"ve been attacked twice.
Some group hit us in Caravan Square at the end of General"s Road. Then these attacked as we came along Governor"s Walk. n.o.body"s on the streets but madmen!"
Dayrne"s gaze lingered on her face a bit longer than was proper, and he gave a distinct sigh of relief even as he chewed his lip. "Politics later. Mistress,"
he said finally as he ushered Chenaya and her hooded companion inside the estate grounds. He paused to make sure the gates were sealed then continued. "Things have gone to h.e.l.l in the city since you"ve been gone. We can talk more of it later, but first you must see your father. Lowan Vigeles has been nearly ill worrying about you." His brows knit in consternation. "You promised to return before the onset of winter."
"Something important came up," she answered defensively, avoiding his eyes. She extended her arm again. In the light of the few torches that illumined the interior courtyard the metal rings of her manica glimmered. Again, she whistled.
It was impossible to see the bird in the dark, but she heard the soft beat of its pinions, felt the rush of air by her cheek as he took a familiar place on her wrist. Chenaya slipped a jess from her belt and fitted it over Reyk"s leg.
From another small pocket she extracted a hood to cover his eyes. Only then did she pa.s.s him into Dayrne"s care. "Have one of the men clean his talons immediately." She stroked her pet. "He scored one of them. Don"t let the blood crust. And have someone take care of that poor horse. He"s carried the two of us a long way."
Chenaya took her traveling companion by the elbow then and led her across the court. Dayrne gave quick orders to the other men and fell into step behind. As they crossed the grounds she noted how well the restoration of the old estate was progressing. Land"s End, the locals called the place, though she was d.a.m.ned if she knew why.
Light streamed through an open doorway. She stepped inside a grand entrance hall and gazed up the wide staircase that curved along the east wall. Lowan Vigeles stood at the top. His face was full of relief at the sight of her, but he couldn"t hide his anger.
Two of her gladiators, the former thieves Dismas and Gestus, flanked him according to standing instructions. Lowan was not to be left unguarded during a disturbance. But there was someone else at the top of the stair who she could barely see. The woman seemed to hang back.
Lowan descended the stairs and stopped halfway down. "You"ve been gone far longer than your three months, Daughter." There was a hard edge to his voice, but it couldn"t mask the deeper joy he felt. "You broke your promise. You"re long overdue." Then he relented and extended his arms. "Welcome home."
Chenaya unfastened her weapon belt and dropped it at the foot of the stair. She ran up to her father, threw her arms about him, and pressed her head against his shoulder. Lowan Vigeles was a tall man, but the past months had made him appear haggard. He had lost weight and there was little color left in his cheeks. "You worried too much!" she admonished with a whisper only he could hear.
"How much is too much?" he said, letting a hint of his anger show once more.
"Things are changing, Chenaya. Law has broken down all over the city. h.e.l.l, all over the Empire. You could have been dead and rotting for all I knew."
"I"m sorry, Father," she said honestly. "It couldn"t be helped. You know I"d have come home if I could"ve." And that was enough of that, her tone conveyed without her needing to say more. She regretted having caused him pain, and she knew he had worried, but she wasn"t a child. She wouldn"t be treated as one, even by her father. She started to remind him of that, then caught a clearer look at the woman above.
It took her by complete surprise. Then, abruptly, a broad grin spread over her face. Chenaya had become immune to shock long ago. Still, she found considerable amus.e.m.e.nt in the idea that her father might cuckold his own brother.
"Good evening. Lady Rosanda," she said grandly. "How"s Uncle Molin these days?"
Rosanda"s shy, delicate smile turned to a look of infinite perplexity. Then the older woman blushed hotly and fled from Chenaya"s view.
Daughter winked at father. "A chunky little tidbit to ease your worried mind, eh?"
Lowan rapped her lightly on the brow with his fingers. "Don"t be impudent, child. She and Molin have separated, and your aunt is quite upset. She"s staying here a | few days until she gets herself together."
"By the Bright Light!" Chenaya exclaimed, clapping a hand melodramatically to her heart. "She must be giving Dayrne fits about the housekeeping."
"Not at all. Mistress," Dayrne said from the foot of the stair.
"She"s actually been quite helpful," Lowan Vigeles insisted. "She"s taken a firm hand in the restorations." He laid a hand on his daughter"s shoulder and compelled her to meet his gaze. "And you must be kind to her. Whatever you think of Molin, Rosanda is a lady and a guest in our house. Her head may be full of sky, but her heart is full of love." He smiled suddenly and ran a hand over her blonde curls. "And she"s inordinately fond of you. She thinks you"re the only true Rankan woman left in the city ... beside herself, of course." He reached for her hand. "Now, come sit by the hearth in my room and tell me of your journey." *
Chenaya hesitated. "I"m afraid we"re going to have more company than Rosanda."
She indicated her companion who had remained patiently near the entrance. "I"ve brought someone home, too."
Still clutching the unsheathed dagger, her companion pushed back the concealing hood and glared sullenly up at her hosts. A spray of wild, black hair tumbled forward, partially obscuring cla.s.sic features turned hard and thin.
Lowan Vigeles turned pale. Then he bowed his head respectfully to the small, silent woman. "Please, come up!" he urged, holding out his hand. "Come up and get warm." | But Chenaya intervened. "Not now. Father. She"s tired and needs a bath. Dayrne will prepare the room next to mine for her." She glanced down at her companion, and an unspoken message pa.s.sed between them. "Then, tomorrow she starts a new life."
Dayme touched the woman"s elbow to guide her up the staircase and to her quarters. Adder-quick, she slapped his hand away, spun, and spat at him. The dagger flashed.
"Daphne!" Chenaya"s harsh shout was enough. The tiny weapon froze in mid-plunge.
Chenaya and Dayme exchanged hasty glances. Of course, he"d never been in danger.
The giant was one of the best gladiators Ranke had ever produced, more than able to defend himself from such a feeble attack. But it wouldn"t do to have Daphne"s little wrist broken, either.
"He doesn"t touch me!" Daphne screamed. "No man touches me again." Then she drew herself proudly erect. A malicious smirk creased her mouth. "Unless I want him to." She drew the dagger"s edge meaningfully along her thumb, then without another look at Dayrne, she marched up the stair, around Lowan Vigeles, and disappeared the way Rosanda had gone. Dayrne followed at a safe distance.
"She"s half-mad," Chenaya said softly with a shake of her head.
Lowan Vigeles raised an eyebrow. "Which half?"
An hour later Lowan greeted his daughter again with another hug and a goblet of hearth-warmed wine. She accepted both gratefully, sipped the drink, and took one of the two ma.s.sive wooden chairs before the fireplace. She had hastily bathed and changed into a gown of soft blue linen. The traveling leathers she had lived in for months were even now being buried by one of her men.
"I really tried to keep my promise. Father." She set her wine on the chair arm and stretched wearily. "I tried to get back." She gazed into the fire, finding a measure of tranquility in the dancing flames, and she took another drink. The liquor warmed her thoroughly.
"It"s all right, child," Lowan soothed. "So long as you"re safe. I just worry too much." He sipped his own wine and regarded her. "Where did you find Daphne?
Did you leam of anyone else?"
Chenaya shook her head slowly. Memories of her journey flooded her head, overpowering her emotions. "No one else," she said at last. "Either the rest of the Royal Family is dead, or they"re hidden too d.a.m.n well in fear of Theron."
She looked up at him. "In fact, I was on my way home when I happened through Azehur. That"s just the other side of the Gray Wastes."
She told him of the tavern she had stopped at. There had been a high-stakes game of dice. She wasn"t playing for once, just watching with interest, especially when one of the players pulled a ring from a pouch on his belt.
"It was a Royal Sigil," she said, holding up one hand to show the ring she wore, "just like you and I and Molin and Kadakithis and all the Royal Family own. It wasn"t a fake. It was real."
She had waited until the player lost even that, then she had followed him from the tavern. There was no need to bore her father with the details of how she had lured the man into an alley or how she had convinced him to talk. Lowan wouldn"t have approved.
Chenaya tossed back the last of her wine and held out the cup for more. Lowan rose, fetched the bottle from the mantel above the fire, and poured for her.
"The son of a b.i.t.c.h was a part-time sell-sword. Nearly a year before, he"d helped attack and destroy a caravan leaving Sanctuary for Ranke as it crossed the Wastes."
"Daphne and the Prince"s concubines," Lowan interrupted as he filled his own vessel, "fleeing the Beysib invasion."
Chenaya nodded. "They were supposed to kill the women. Instead, they saw a chance to make a little more profit and sold them outside the Empire."
Lowan turned sharply, splashing his sleeve with the red liquor. "Sold ... ?"
She fully approved of the anger she read in his expression. She shared it in fullest measure. Daphne had always been a whiner and a constant complainer.
Chenaya hadn"t liked her much. Still, she hadn"t deserved such a fate. "Those men were hired," Chenaya continued, "by someone right here in Sanctuary."
Lowan leaned on the mantel and chewed his lip. He turned the goblet absently in his hands. "Did your man tell you who?"
"I don"t think he knew," she answered with a frown. "Or if he did, he preferred to expire with his secret." She drank again and licked the corners of her mouth.
"But he did tell me where the women were sold. That"s why I was late coming home, Father. I made a side-trip to Scavengers" Island."
Lowan squeezed his eyes shut and muttered a quick oath.
"I can take care of myself!" she snapped before he could say anything. She didn"t need his lecture on what a h.e.l.l-hole Scavengers" Island was reputed to be. She"d seen for herself, had walked among the sc.u.m of humanity that dwelled there. "I hired a boat to take Reyk and me across. For anyone who asked I claimed to be a fugitive from one of Theron"s purges. That wasn"t hard. After a couple of fights most of the rowdies left us alone." She winked. You know how mean that falcon looks.
"It took days to find her," she continued after another swallow. "Turned out she was a special attraction at a particularly nasty brothel that catered to, shall we say, deviated tastes." She paused and smiled a malicious little smile, remembering. "Tempus Thales would"ve loved it." She shook her head and let the smile fade, wondering vaguely what had happened to that butcher. She looked up at her father and handed him her empty cup to set on the mantel. "You"ve known men, I"m sure, who could only get excited by violent rape. Well, the proprietor sent those to Daphne." Chenaya wrapped her arms about herself. Despite the fire"s warmth, lingering memories of Scavengers" Island sent a chill through her. "They kept her locked in a room. Father, she was a ma.s.s of bruises and scratches. She still is. Every time she fought tooth and nail. All it got her was a reputation on the island and a lot more customers with ideas of taming her." She shuddered.
Lowan Vigeles refilled her vessel a third time and urged it upon her. Then he asked quite calmly, "Did you kill the proprietor?"
"I didn"t get the chance." She took one more drink, then set the wine aside. She hadn"t come here to get drunk with her father, and there were things she had to do come daylight. She didn"t need a fuzzy head. "There was plenty of blood letting, though, when I broke her out. Some customers tried to get in the way.
But as soon as Daphne spied her keeper she grabbed one of my daggers and leaped at him with a screech that, I swear, made my flesh crawl! The man didn"t even get a chance to fling up his arms. I tell you, she carved him like a mince pie.
I had to drag her off and hustle her down to the quays before the entire island came after us. Good thing I had a boat waiting."
"Where is she right now?" Lowan asked softly.
"Rosanda volunteered to bathe her. It"s probably the first bath she"s had since her capture. Speaking of Aunt Rosanda, can you keep her busy out here for a few days? Very busy? I don"t want her spreading word of Daphne"s return. I want that pleasure for myself, and I want it to be very special."
Lowan frowned. "Now I see. Daphne"s just a tool for you, isn"t she? Another thorn to stick in Shupansea"s side?"
Sometimes, Lowan Vigeles could be irritating, particularly in the accuracy with which he saw her motives. Chenaya had to admit she intended to relish the moment when Shupansea learned about Daphne, but her own father shouldn"t be so snide about it.
"You"re partly right," she admitted sheepishly. "That Beysib b.i.t.c.h is going to squirm like a hooked fish." Chenaya hooked her little finger in the corner of her lip and stretched it upward to ill.u.s.trate her words. "But my motives run a little deeper than that, as you"ll leam in time." She changed her mind and took one more sip of wine. "I"m glad I rescued Daphne. No woman should suffer what she did. I"ve promised to find out who in Sanctuary was responsible for the caravan attack."
Lowan sat back down in his chair and met her gaze over the rim of his winecup.
The firelight glimmered on the burnished metal and reflected strangely in his eyes. "Promised who?" he said cautiously.
"Daphne," she answered evenly, "and myself."
He closed his eyes. After a while she wondered if he"d fallen asleep. Then she saw him move to speak. "How will you even begin? It"s been a year."
There had been weeks on the road to ponder that. It would do no good to ask the h.e.l.l-Hounds to investigate. Even before she left those b.u.mblers seemed to have locked themselves in the garrison and hidden there. Nor could she rule out that one of their rank might be the guilty one. Certainly, they would have known of the caravan"s departure. For that matter, it could have been anyone in the palace. Or, she had to admit, anyone who just kept a watchful eye on the city gates. That meant anybody in Sanctuary. No, she needed help to find her answers, and she had someone special in mind for that.
Of course, Lowan Vigeles wouldn"t have approved, so all she told him was, "I have a plan, Father."
She awoke at sunrise after only a couple hours" sleep. She could have used more, but there was a lot to do. She had promised Daphne a new life. It began today.
But before she could stretch and climb out of bed Rosanda knocked quietly and entered with a breakfast tray. Chenaya pushed herself up against the headboard and gawked in utter surprise as the n.o.blewoman spread a soft white cloth over her lap and set the tray upon it. It contained several slices of cold roast meat, fresh bread, and a rare Enlibar orange. There was a vessel of water to wash it down.
"Aunt Rosanda," Chenaya protested, "this wasn"t necessary. The men take care of everything, or we see to our own needs."
Rosanda shushed her. "I don"t mind, really. It"s been far too long since I lifted my hand in a kitchen. I baked the bread myself early this morning." She blushed and looked away. "I thought I"d forgotten how. It used to be the duty of every Rankan woman to bake bread, you know, but we"ve all become so spoiled. No wonder there are stories that the Empire is crumbling."
Rosanda turned to leave, but Chenaya caught her hand. "Rosanda," she said in confidential tones, "what happened between you and Uncle Molin?"
Sadness was reflected in the older woman"s features, but then she drew herself erect. "Chenaya, no matter how long I live in this city of thieves and vipers,"
her eyes narrowed to angry slits, "I am still a Rankan. I can"t turn my back on my heritage." Rosanda began to rub at some invisible spot on her palm. "Molin has forsaken it all. Ranke means nothing to him. He schemes with the Beysib fish-folk. He turns away from our G.o.ds and our customs." She threw up her hands suddenly in frustration, and there was a moistness in her eye. "I just couldn"t stay with him anymore. I still retain my lands and my t.i.tles. But I needed to get away from the Palace and all its intrigues for awhile. You and Lowan Vigeles are the only relatives I have in this city, so I came here." She leaned down and placed a gentle hand on Chenaya"s hair, smoothing it on the pillows. "You and your father are the best of Rankan society, of all that we hold ideal. I needed a little of what you have to remind me who I am."
It was Chenaya"s turn to flush. Perhaps she should have taken time long ago to get to know her aunt. The old woman might seem air-headed, but there was a kindness in her that was endearing. "Thank you. Lady," Chenaya said simply.
Then, she decided to trust Ro-sanda. "I asked Father to find a way to keep you here a while ..."
Rosanda put on a faint, patient smile. "So I wouldn"t talk about Daphne?"
That startled Chenaya. Her aunt was perceptive, too. More and more about Rosanda surprised her.
"You needn"t worry about that," her aunt promised. "But the palace walls are going to shake when word gets out. Are you planning to take her to the Festival of the Winter Bey?"
Chenaya picked up the orange, peeled it, and took a juicy bite. "Festival?" she said with barely contained interest. An amusing idea began to form in her head.
She hadn"t yet decided how or when to reveal Daphne to an unsuspecting Sanctuary.
"The Beysa is hosting a lavish celebration to honor the seasonal aspect of their fish-G.o.ddess." Rosanda smiled again and winked. "They tie Mid-Winter to the moon rather than the sun. Our festivals will be long done with. Literally everyone who"s anyone will be there."
Chenaya hid a grin behind her water goblet as she sipped. "Thank you again, Aunt Rosanda. I"m in your debt."
Rosanda nodded with mock sobriety, but she struggled to repress a giggle. As her aunt left, Chenaya noticed there was decidedly more bounce in her old step. When the door closed and Chenaya was finally alone, she sprang out of bed. She loved parties, and this festival came at just the perfect time. G.o.ds, how she would enjoy it! She went to the window, drew a deep breath of fresh air, and gazed up at the sun that rose in the east. Thank you. Bright Father, she prayed, Savankala, thank you!
She dressed hurriedly in a short red fighting kilt. Around her waist she fastened a broad, gold-studded leather belt. She added a white tunic, then sandals, and tied back her long hair. Lastly, she set on her brow a golden circlet inset with the sunburst symbol of her G.o.d.
On the grounds of the estate, midway between the house and the Red Foal River, Chenaya and her gladiators had constructed a workout arena. It was crude by capital standards. There was no seating for spectators, but there was a complete series of training machines, iron weights for strength development, wooden and metal weapons of all types, and even a huge sandpit for wrestling or small matches. Of all the household, only Lowan Vigeles was exempt from the vigorous daily training sessions.