"No, no. You only tell me to guess so that you can blame me when we wind up hopelessly lost. So you guess, and then I can blame you. Which seems fair since this is all your fault anyway."
"How do you figure?"
"Because all I wanted to do was make love. A painless, enjoyable pleasure, but no-you just had to gokill something."
Kadasah ignored him and chose. "This way."
They started walking. And walking. The longer they went without running into anyone the more worried she became. This wasn"t right. Their captors should have come to get them and torture them to death way before this. They should have at the very least noticed they were missing by now, and how hard was it to find people in a tunnel? You could run down one way or the other, but that was about it. So far they hadn"t come to anything jutting off from the main tunnel, although she was fairly sure such exits and entrances existed.
She was an excellent swordswoman-without a sword. She was experienced with an axe-though the "three men with one blow" was mostly a lie-but she had no axe, either. She was most probably the best horsewoman in all of Sanctuary, if not the world. But she was in a tunnel, and her horse was the G.o.ds only knew where above her.
She had a candle and a charisma talisman and a couple of table legs, and she was lost underground with possibly hundreds of b.l.o.o.d.y Hand Dyareelans and of course Kay tin, who just kept praying to some G.o.ds even though he insisted he was S"danzo, and she constantly pointed out how useless it was.
She hadn"t felt this helpless since her parents split up. Her father had chosen to take her with him while her mother had stayed behind with her younger siblings-she"d had no choice and no control then, either.
Her father had been a minor member of Nadalya"s entourage, and she had grown up in the palace as basically his personal slave and housekeeper. But being in the palace gave her the chance to watch as Nadalya"s guards trained, and they had taught her much. She became a skilled fighter because her father took her to live among fighters, and she became untrusting and uncaring because he took her away from the people she loved and who loved her.
Her father had disowned her when at the age of sixteen she left his service to become a mercenary.
However, everyone knew whose daughter she was and she knew her father was occasionally asked to pay rest.i.tution for damage she"d done either while drunk, in a fight or both. It didn"t bother her, if he chose to pay that was his problem not hers.
The mercenary life was a good one for someone like her, someone who had no ties and no commitments except to herself. Kadasah certainly never considered joining any war band. She might very well be good at giving orders-she certainly believed she was-but she sure as h.e.l.l wasn"t any good at all at taking them.
That one event that happened when she was only nine, had shaped her whole life-changed it totally from its original course. And here she was again with no control, basically helpless. Except that now she had a lifetime of experience behind her, and she wasn"t a little kid that people could kick around. She made her own decisions now, and her destiny was in her own hands. All she had to do was use her head.
This time her weapons skill wasn"t going to be enough, though. She couldn"t fight herself out of this one; she was going to have to think and think quickly.
d.a.m.n that creepy almost dead guy! He ruined my routine! Nothing is right! It"s all his fault. I swear, if I get out of this one, I"m going to get that creep!
Suddenly she heard voices, and she threw herself and Kaytin against the wall and blew out the candle.
"What the..." Kaytin started in a whisper, but quieted down when he also heard the sound of voices getting closer. He seemed to be trying to actually crawl into the tunnel wall behind them and wasn"t doinga half-bad job. Kaytin was of course a natural hider, just as she was a natural fighter.
There were at least two different voices. One most probably female, the other definitely male.
From the tone of their voices it was obvious that they were agi-tated and unhappy. She thought at first it must be because they had discovered that she and Kaytin were missing, but gradually it became clear that this wasn"t the case.
Kadasah spoke both Wrigglie as well as Irrune, but these two seemed to be speaking in a tongue which was as foreign to her as the prayers Kaytin had been mumbling earlier. It was only as they got closer that she realized that they were speaking Wrigglie, just a slower more deliberate version than she was used to. Some people told her she talked too fast, and sometimes when she did this, she knew she stuck Irrune words in, making it impossible for people to understand her. As she listened to these two obviously agitated people, she wondered what they must sound like when they weren"t excited.
"-cause she is an Irrune woman, a mercenary from her attire. Kopal swears he has seen her in the palace, that he recognizes her from Arizak"s court. He thinks that Arizak may realize that we have infiltrated his court. That he may have sent her here to spy on us-to find out who our spies are," the woman was saying.
"Nonsense, how could they know? How would they? We have captured ourselves a couple of sacrifices.
Nothing less and nothing more. I will talk to Kopal and calm him down. He worries too much..."
"But he wishes to question her before we sacrifice her."
"That shouldn"t be too hard. We can use her little friend to get the information from her."
As she listened to them she was a little amused, and a whole lot of ashamed. She had been sure that they had been carefully hunting her, having figured out that she was the one killing them. Instead she and Kaytin had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time and had been picked up as sacrifices. It was more than a little embarra.s.sing considering her profession, and she hoped that Kaytin couldn"t understand what they were saying, or at least wouldn"t come to the same conclusion that she just had.
They came into view then. They were covered in scars and tattoos, and all else was forgotten as the mercenary in Kadasah saw money- enough to buy new weapons.
She lay very still, barely breathing, and noticed that Kaytin did the same. When the pair were almost abreast of them she jumped out and plowed her table leg into the man"s nose hard enough to bury it in his brain. Then she caught the stunned woman on the backswing, effectively and permanently silencing her as well. She grabbed their candle before it could go out and handed it to Kaytin. He took the candle and held it for her so that she could see to search their bodies, taking a long dirk from a sheath on the man"s side, and collecting a trophy from each of the bodies. She then started walking in the direction the two cultists had been coming from, now carrying both the table leg and the dead man"s knife. Part of her really wanted to search around and see if she couldn"t find her own weapons, but she knew the chances of finding them were slim and staying in the tunnels one more second than they had to was just flat insane.
"But..." Kaytin scratched his head, as he followed her. "We were going that way." He pointed behind them.
"Yes, and so were they. Since they were going to meet with more of their kind."
"Back this way. But why didn"t they notice we were gone?"
It was a good question, and she thought about it for a minute. "There has to be another tunnel that wemissed, and that one will get us out of this hole. Hopefully to the surface."
Going back the side tunnel was visible. They had missed it before because of the angle, the bad lighting, and because they hadn"t known to look for it. They followed the new tunnel, feeling more than seeing that they were moving up. They could just make out a faint light when they heard screams and running footsteps behind them. They didn"t wait to find out what all the commotion was about. After all they were pretty sure that they knew. They just took off at a run, stumbling through the dark, and soon they were outside. Kadasah looked around for something they could knock back over the entrance, but there was nothing small enough for them to move, so they kept running and she started whistling loudly. In moments, Vagrant was at their side. They jumped on the horse and took off just as the first Dyareelans boiled up out of the hole.
It took them about an hour to find Kaytin"s mule, and another to catch him. They were about to mount up when Kaytin turned to look at Kadasah. "So, let"s see this enchanted talisman you use to confound men."
Kadasah went to pull the cord up out of the front of her shirt and found it missing.
"d.a.m.n, it"s gone! Those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds must have taken it as well."
"And yet you look no different to me, and I feel the same way about you." He kissed her cheek, got on his mule, and rode away.
"Frogs!" Kadasah cursed. "That wizard cheated me."
It wound up being easier for her to gain an audience with Arizak than it was to get him to believe the truth of what she"d heard. It didn"t help that her father stood there the whole time insisting that she was an unworthy daughter who had gone away from the old ways, and was only there to tarnish his good name.
In the end she consoled herself with the idea that they had been told now, and that maybe it would plant a seed of doubt and get them to open their eyes to the possibility at the very least.
She employed the skill of a whip of a man named Heliz to write a letter to accompany the trophies she left in their usual place, and against her normal habit she actually paid him his fee without question. In the letter she told her employer very briefly about the events of the night before. She also told him how many of the Dyareelans there actually were, and that many were deliberately remaining unmarked obviously so that they could infiltrate the population. She could only hope that he would listen better than Arizak.
When she returned later to retrieve her reward there was four times as much money as normal, so she a.s.sumed that he believed her.
She used the money to buy new and better weapons, and spent a few days in quiet reflection just hanging out in the outbuilding of an abandoned red-brick estate in the hills beyond the walls. This also allowed Vagrant to have a few well-earned days of uninterrupted grazing time.
On Ilsday she rode to the Vulgar Unicorn and was halfway through her fourth beer and her third embellished telling of the events of a week ago when Kaytin finally showed up.
"I... I thought maybe you weren"t coming," she said.
"I wasn"t going to," he shrugged. "But I couldn"t stay away."
"Here," she reached in her pocket and pulled out several coins. He held out his hand with trepidation, and she dropped the coins into his hand, each one falling a little more reluctantly than the one before it.
"You... Kadasah! You"re actually paying me." He added with a laugh, "Are you sure you"re all right?""Actually," she said with a smile, "I"m a little miffed. I wouldn"t have wasted my time stealing that talisman if I had known it was worthless. And by the way it stank whenever it got wet."
"You are the most magnificent of women, Kadasah," Kaytin said with a smile. "Why would you ever think that you would need any sort of spell to make you more appealing?"
"I was just trying to get an edge."
"My love... Your eyes are like the bluest ocean, your lips are gentle like the curve of a bow..."
"Frogs, Kaytin!" Kadasah said in disgust. "You aren"t going to start all that c.r.a.p again are you? I almost got you killed! You have to stay mad at me longer than this."
"I cannot help it, Kadasah. Kaytin"s love for you leaps within his chest at the vision of your loveliness, and..."
The dead-looking guy walked into the bar, and everyone got quiet. He turned to fix Kadasah with an eyes-sewed-shut stare, and her blood ran cold. She looked at Kaytin, did a quick rundown of everything that had happened the last time the creep had looked at her, and said, "All right, Kaytin, I give. Let"s go make love."
She left without paying her tab, and Kaytin eagerly followed.
Duel
Dennis L. McKiernan
Cunning and guile oft proves fatal: sometimes to the predator, sometimes to the prey.
"Agsh nabb thak dro ..."
Arcane words wrenched out from the black hole of a cowl as the dark-robed man, the mantled creature, the cloaked thing on the pier, stood with his, its, the thing"s arms outstretched toward the sea. Overhead the shadow-swallowed moon had turned ruddy, now wholly engulfed by the creeping darkness. Out on the sea a luminous mist coiled up from the brine, chill in the cool spring air. And still the chant went on, under the eclipse of the moon, the glimmering vapor thickening and thickening in the ebon depths of the night.
And behind the chanter, the canter, the caster, an ugly little man stood trembling, his hands clutching at his misshapen torso, his white eyes wide in fear. Rogi hated it when his master did such things, for Rogi"s own mother had done likewise ere she had crumbled to dust... beneath a full moon as well, though not one in b.l.o.o.d.y eclipse. She had been chanting, too, but words different from these, just before she sprinkled the powder into the potion and drank it all, and then looked at him with an accusatory glare and croaked out "You little s.h.i.te," even as she fell to ashes.
Rogi wrenched his mind away from remembrance of his mothe- no, not mother, though he still thought of her that way... rather the witch who had raised him-"She plucked you from the sea, after you bad been thrown in twice"-or so the S"danzo Elemi had said as she read her seer"s cards. Even so, had he not subst.i.tuted that other green potion for the one he "accidentally" drank, perhaps his mother the witch would still be- "It is done," whispered the ghastly, hollow voice of Rogi"s master, a voice like dead leaves rustling in icy wind. "Now we wait."With an awkward, stumping gait, Rogi hobbled around to face the enshadowed cowl; the malformed little man in an overlarge shirt peered up at the gaunt, six-foot-one necromancer, all the while hoping he wouldn"t see the oh-so-terrible, painted-on eyes. "Now the champion will come, eh, Mathter Halott?"
"Yes," hissed the dead-leaves answer. "Now the champion will come."
In a dark corner of the Vulgar Unicorn, two men sat drinking brandy: one a fairly handsome young man, the other rather nondescript. "But I want that gemstone, Soldt, and I will pay well for its winning."
Toying with his gla.s.s, Soldt looked across at the fair-haired eldest son of Arizak. "You can enter the tournament yourself, Naimun. You have an adequate hand at swords."
"Ah, but contestants have come from all over-have you not seen the docks? Hardly a slip left open.
And the stables are full as well, the inns near to bursting." Naimun gestured at the crowded common room. "And see these bravos, blades on their hips, surely the best of the Rankans and the Ilsigi as well as of the Irrunes. Aye, perhaps I could win a few, but I am not one to fool myself: I have no chance of reaching the final, much less of winning it. But you, Soldt, you are a master, a teacher of the dueling blade, and certain to win."
Soldt shook his head, his ragged-cut brown hair ruffling. "But for the lessons I give, Sanctuary is the place I come to get away from swordplay. I do not like to let blood within the city walls."
"But it"s just to first blood-a simple nick, Soldt-and the prize well worth the risk. Ha! For you, there is no risk."
Again Soldt shook his head. "Naimun, whenever there"s an edge or point involved, there is always a risk.
Have you not been listening during your-?"
The blond Irrune shoved out a hand of negation. "Pah! You are the best swordsman in the city, Soldt, and I wager in the land as well. None can match your skill. Besides, when you win and I gift the gemstone to my father, I"ll stand higher in his eyes, perhaps even on an equal footing with-" Of a sudden Naimun fell silent and stared into the dregs of his drink, and bitterness dwelled in his gaze, or so it seemed to Soldt.
Soldt"s angular face remained impa.s.sive, and he continued to toy with his gla.s.s. Moments pa.s.sed with no word between them, but finally-"What would it be worth to you?"
Naimun looked up. "What would you ask?"
Soldt peered across the crowded common room: men at every table, serving maids rushing here and there, doxies among them plying their trade, Pegrin the Ugly behind the bar, filling jacks and gla.s.ses and mugs. Among the tables a pa.s.sed-out drunk slumped forward upon one, his mates ignoring him, as well as the one on the floor. Off in a corner booth two men furiously argued; perhaps it would come to blows or blades. Soldt"s gaze returned to Naimun.
"Three things." He held up his hand and raised a finger. "First: For each one I face I get paid, whether or not I win, and thrice my usual training fee, since there is blood involved."
Naimun nodded. "Agreed."
Soldt raised a second finger. "If I am wounded, I am to be treated only by the best of healers-Pel Garwood will do, if Velinmet"s not available-but I"ll have no mages nor priests involved, and especiallyno witches... and you will pay for all."
Again Naimun nodded.
Soldt raised a third finger. "Lastly, I will be paid a fair price for the gemstone itself, as appraised by Thibalt the Rankan. Once the Dyareelans were done with their, um, offerings, there weren"t many jewelers left, but Thibalt survived and is one of the few I trust to give a true a.s.sessment. It is his valuation we will use to set the worth of the stone."
"Agreed," replied Naimun. He waited, but Soldt said no more. "That"s it?"
Soldt turned up a hand.
"Huah," grunted Naimun. "And here I was going to offer you a new sword to replace that smudged up blade of yours."
Soldt c.o.c.ked an eyebrow at Naimun.
"I still will," said Naimun. "We"ll go up to Face-of-the-Moon Street on the Hill, up to that new weapons dealer, um..."
"Spyder," supplied Soldt.
"Right. Spyder... he and that girl-a pretty thing-quiet as a mouse, but moves like a cat, she does."
A faint smile tugged at the corners of Soldt"s mouth. "Familiar. -Her movement, that is."
Naimun looked at Soldt, but the duelist added nought. "Regardless, Soldt, my offer yet stands: a new sword. Rumor is that some of his blades are enchanted."
Again a fleeting smile crossed Soldt"s face. "So they say, my friend."
"Then shall we add a new sword to your fee?"
Soldt gave a slight shake of his head. "The one I have will do."
"As you wish," said Naimun. He swirled then swigged the last of his brandy and glanced at Soldt"s near-empty drink, then he caught the eye of a pa.s.sing serving girl and raised his gla.s.s and signed for two more of the same.
Muttering to himself, Rogi waddled back and forth past a now-lit lantern sitting adock at the root of an empty slip, one of the many built after the great blow, there along the sh.o.r.e nigh Fisherman"s Row. The small hunchback stopped occasionally to pull up a floppy sock, first on one leg and then on the other, but then resumed his awkward gait. As he pa.s.sed by the lantern for perhaps the hundredth time, a pair of wharf rats scuttled across his path, and Rogi flopped back the cuffs of his too-long sleeves from his hands and clutched at the small blow gun on its thong about his neck and fumbled in his belt pouch for a dart along with his tin of special paste. "Ratth, Mathter," he said with a lisp, his overlong tongue getting in the way. "I"ll put thorn to thleep for you." But at gesture of negation from the necromancer, Rogi let loose the pipe and watched the rats disappear into the darkness. Forthunate ratth- even Rogi"s thoughts lisped-you will not awaken to be thkinned alive by my Mathter Hdlott.
Rogi took up his pacing once more. Now and again the little hunchback peered past the slip and out into the eerie mist... for what?... he knew not. Occasionally he glanced at his Master Hal-ott, seeking some clue as to what might come, or perhaps seeking confirmation that nothing would.And the dark, blood-red moon was yet swathed in shadow.
And not a breath of air stirred.
But then...