Sands of the Soul (4 page)

That night had carried on so uneventfully. Tazi’s only recollection of her conversation with Meena was her saying something about Steorf. That had captured Tazi’s full attention. It had been many months since Tazi had seen or heard much about the mage-in-training. She had broken off their relationship after she had discovered in a most foul manner that the young man had been hired by her father to keep her out of harm’s way and clean up after her. Tazi wasn’t able to get past the sense of betrayal she felt. She could number on one hand those people she counted as friends, and she had thought he was one of them. She couldn’t take the fact that it appeared that he was a hired friend.

As much as that stung, still she found herself scanning the room for him at Meena’s mention. While her sea-green eyes were not able to find his tall, blond figure that didn’t mean he wasn’t somehow there. He was a formidable enough mage in his own right that a cloaking spell would have been easy enough to manage. That night wasn’t the first time that thought had crossed her mind. Sometimes she just sensed he was near, somehow, but before she could look much more, all hell was unleashed in the main hall.

Black shadow creatures descended on the unsuspecting guests as well as a veritable army of ghouls. While the ghouls fought in the expected fashion, those revelers the shadow demons managed to slash paid a horrible price. Tazi had watched as one victim after another fell under their claws. As the victims were ripped open, wispy vapors escaped their bodies. The fiendish wraiths seemed to feed on the vapors, and as the mist left the wounded person’s body, the corpse itself shriveled away, leaving nothing but a dried husk behind.

Tazi couldn’t remember how many of those creatures invaded her home. Defensive pockets of people formed as both ghouls and shadow monsters made their way through the crowds. Some of the guests fell while others tried to protect

themselves. She recalled grabbing Meena by the hand, who had became immobilized at the sight of the creatures. Tazi had planned to drag her over to where her parents were circled by the family guard. She thought they would stand a better chance there. Only a few ghouls stood in her way. Since Tazi had defied her parents’ orders, she was not unarmed as were so many others in the main hall.

She had hidden an enchanted dagger beneath the folds of her dress. It only took a moment to grab it and free herself of a few of those folds at the same time. Without the long skirt of her gown tripping her up, Tazi had been able to move more freely. It was a good maneuver on her part, for a ghoul was eyeing Meena and herself. Realizing her companion was helpless, Tazi knew it was up to her to save them both.

The ghoul was formidable, and it did an insidious job toying with Tazi. As soon as she saw her opening, Tazi had slashed the creature’s throat and drove her dagger home as the ghoul writhed on the ground, gushing purple blood. Seizing Meena once more, Tazi again tried to reach her parents and the guard, but a shadow had other plans.

With her parents only a few paces away, a shadow demon descended in front of Tazi, cutting her off. She immediately shoved Meena behind her and brandished her enchanted dagger. Of everything that happened that night, Tazi most remembered the icy yellow eyes of the shadow and how they bored into her very being—and how hungry they were. She felt caught by their intensity. The only thing that snapped her to awareness had been the sound of Cale shouting her name.

Overcome by the horror, Meena fainted dead away. Tazi had no choice other than to position herself over the insensate girl. She couldn’t abandon Meena. She slashed at the shadow, which swirled around her, to no avail. Once more, she heard Cale scream her name and she recalled fearing he was somehow in mortal danger. Perhaps those thoughts distracted her enough, she wasn’t sure, but the shadow moved in with lightning speed to rake her with its talons. Though

she was agile enough to sidestep the brunt of the attack, the creature still tore open her shoulder. The blow brought Tazi to her knees. She dropped her dagger and clutched at her shoulder. Once again the shadow swooped in and sliced across Tazi’s chest.

Instead of the warm blood Tazi thought she was going to feel ooze down her chest, a chill stole over her. It was as though she was sinking in cold waters. She could vaguely make out the face of Erevis Cale, but it had an unreal quality to her. A gray mist obscured her vision then, and everything became darkness.

Tazi couldn’t remember much after that. Her parents later told her what they were able to learn about the shadows. It seemed that they fed off the souls of their victims. Many had perished that night, but Tazi was spared, thanks to Cale’s brave intervention. She was told he managed to stop the shadow demon before it was actually able to feed on her soul. Furthermore, after he successfully wounded and drove the creature from the Uskevren mansion, most of Tazi’s essence flowed back into her. It took song priests many hours to reunite the rest other soul and life-force with her body. Tazi recalled the long and painful months of recuperation that followed.

She trained tirelessly, trying to regain her former strength and agility, but every day was a struggle. She was amazed to discover how weak she had become, and she was too frightened to admit it to anyone. Those closest to her saw how tired and pale she was, but she persevered through her own self-imposed training and had reached a point, or so she thought, when she was ready to try her hand at some of her more larcenous activities. When the winds of Marpenoth turned cool again, Tazi woke up feeling oddly refreshed. She took it as a sign that she was ready again, but she had failed tonight.

“Sorry to interrupt your daydreams,” Kalli said, “but your stew’s ready.”

Kalli looked at her, clearly disturbed by the vacant look in Tazi’s eyes.

“It looks good,” Tazi replied after a moment’s hesitation. “It should be fine,” she added, sensing Kalli wanted her to say something else.

Kalli placed both her hands on the wooden table and leaned closer to Tazi.

“Child, what is wrong?” she whispered.

Tazi looked up into Kalli’s face. She could see how worried Kalli was. Glancing past the older woman’s shoulder, Tazi could see that Alall was watching the scene from behind the bar. As soon as Tazi caught his eye, he turned his attention b’ack to the mug he had ostensibly been polishing for the past five minutes. If everything had been normal, Tazi would have laughed at the two mother hens clucking over her, but all she felt was suffocation.

“Just leave it be,” she whispered to Kalli and saw the hurt register on the woman’s face.

Kalli straightened her back and turned to leave. Tazi shot out her hand and caught the woman’s wrist lightly. Kalli turned at her touch.

“One day,” Tazi promised, “I’ll try to explain.”

If I’m ever able to explain it to myself, she thought.

“When you’re ready, child, I am always ready to listen. You know I…” but the older woman was unable to say more. Tazi’s words had been enough to soften Kalli.

“I know,” Tazi said sincerely and squeezed Kalli’s hand once before letting go.

Kalli smiled at her and walked away, leaving Tazi to her solitude.

She picked absently at the bowl of steaming stew, one of Kalli’s finer concoctions, with little interest. She knew if she didn’t at least play with the bowl for a little bit, either Kalli or Alall would find some excuse to come back over and worry over her. Tazi really didn’t want to say something to either of them that she would regret later. They had been too good to

her over the years to deserve that kind of treatment. The only other person outside her family that she had known longer than the Ulols was Steorf.

Why does his name keep floating up tonight? she wondered.

Pushing the bowl away from herself, Tazi reached for the mug of wine. She sipped at it slowly, feeling its warmth start to spread through her. She warned herself not to drink too much without food, but Tazi had already decided she would spend the night in her rooms here. Her condition, inebriated or otherwise, really wouldn’t make any difference. She hoped the wine would help her forget the evening’s failure.

Tazi set the mug down and pushed her fingers through her drying locks. She leaned her chair back against the wall, balancing herself on its back legs, and closed her eyes. Her mind would not stop replaying her fall from between the buildings. Like a dog worrying a bone, she kept playing the scene over and over. Abruptly, Tazi slammed down the chair with a thud. She balled her hands into fists and stared at them as they rested on the wooden fable, as though they were separate entities.

“Why can’t it be like before?” she whispered plaintively, suddenly shivering again.

She reached for her mug, hoping to drive the chill away, but a strong hand grabbed hers. Without looking to see who it was, Tazi used her free hand to reach for the dagger she kept secreted in her boot. Gripping its worn handle, she drew the small but deadly weapon out in a flash. Her unwanted guest didn’t flinch at the blade brandished before him.

“I’ve faced worse,” he said simply.

Tazi froze at the sound of his voice. She glanced past him and saw that no one seemed to notice him standing before her. Tazi stared up at the hooded man in shock and amazement. She didn’t need him to pull back his black hood for her to recognize him, but as though he read her last thoughts, the stranger used his free hand to pull the hood away from his face. Tazi found

herself staring into the gray eyes of a man she hadn’t seen in two years: Steorf.

His blond hair was a little longer, she noticed, and slightly unkempt. It gave him a wilder look, Tazi thought. Even though his black cloak still obscured most of his body, Tazi could see he was just as muscular as she remembered. She found herself momentarily curious as to how much more powerful his magic had become since they were last together. It didn’t take long, however, for her surprise to be quickly replaced with anger. Though she might wonder about him and his abilities, she had neither forgotten nor forgiven his betrayal.

Not lowering her dagger, Tazi replied, “While you think you rrfight have faced worse, do you really want to find out?”

Steorf didn’t even blink at her bravado. He yanked Tazi to her feet. While she stared at him in a stunned fashion, he reached over with his free hand and passed it across her sack and cloak.

“You’ll need those,” he said.

Too startled by his actions to speak, Tazi removed her gear from the stool. She noticed that both items were bone dry, and a quick pass of her hand over her vest revealed that all her clothes were dry as well.

“Just what do you want?” she asked the mage.

She wondered what could have possessed him to act in this manner. He took her arm and led her from the taproom into the stormy night.

“There is something you have to see,” he answered enigmatically.

How?” was the only word Tazi managed to choke out as she stood in the doorway of Ebeian’s room.

For the entire march from the Oxblood Quarter to the Lady’s Thigh Inn, Steorf had not spoken one word to her. The only thing he had done to acknowledge her presence was to extend the ward that kept him dry to cover her as well. Tazi found herself wondering if he was simply playing at being the silent type for some sort of effect, marching a step ahead of her the whole way. Standing in Ebeian’s door, she understood that there would have been no words for him to describe to her what lay in this room. She woidd not have believed him.

Tazi recalled that she had always teased Ebeian about his almost insane penchant for neatness. He had explained to her once after an evening escapade

of theirs that there was a method to his madness.

“It’s like this,” he had told her. “If I keep the room impeccable, it’s much harder for someone to nose around through my things without my noticing.” He shot her a pointed look at that before snuggling closer to her and adding, “By maintaining everything scrupulously precise and to a minimum, there’s less of a chance of leaving telltale clues as to my business.”

In fact, it was when Tazi was snooping through his things that he’d caught her in the act. He had, in turn, discovered a few other secrets that day. Since then, they became slightly more than friends.

Her father, of all people, had once tried to pair her up with the elf “silver trader” when Ebeian first appeared in Selgaunt. Tazi decided to do a little investigating of her prospective beau. Before Ebeian stopped her, she’d discovered that the elf was a fraud, simply accepting payments from clients in Waterdeep to fund his travels. He was no more than a glorified servant, running errands for the wealthy with no real fortune of his own. But she discovered he was ambitious and was always looking for a deal. Ebeian was made for Selgaunt, or, rather, he had been made for Selgaunt. All that remained of her sometimes lover was scattered about his rented room.

As Tazi stepped across the threshold into the dimly lit chamber, she was almost overcome by the smell of rotting flesh. It took all of her control not to gag on her own rising gorge. Against the far wall was Ebeian’s bed and Tazi saw what looked like his head and part of his torso. The rest of him was scattered in between. There were flies buzzing everywhere.

As though moving through a dream, she carefully picked her way around and over what turned out to be chunks of her friend, littering the floor. Tazi had to duck under one of the cross beams because it was festooned with ribbons. She paused to stare at the innocuous sight, so out of place in the chamber of death, and Steorf, who had never left her side since she entered the room, murmured something. His right hand immediately

started to glow and he held it up closer to the ribbons. Tazi blanched at what his light revealed.

The ribbons hanging the length of the timber were entrails. She squeezed her eyes shut and swayed slightly, stepping on something decidedly spongy. Steorf grabbed her upper arm, fearing she might stumble. As soon as he did this, Tazi whirled to face him. His touch had galvanized her into action.