The Blood King (45 page)

Sakwi smiled. “The forest will find a way. I’ll be ready to go by afternoon.”

No amount of argument would dissuade the mage. Carina saw little choice if Tris’s gambit were to succeed. Sakwi took his leave of them to get ready.

“I think we’ll let you get some rest, too,” Tris said, standing. “Now that you’re awake, Jolie will have food sent up. You’ve still got a real beauty of a lip there.

I’ll tell her to make sure whatever she sends is soft.”

“Better phrase that carefully in a place like this,” Vahanian replied with a wink.

“You might not get what you thought you asked for.”

Tris glanced at Carina. “He’ll live. Sounds like he’s back to his old self.”

Carina watched the door shut behind Tris and Kiara. “Now, that’s quite enough,” she said in her

healer’s tone. She crossed to Vahanian’s bed and gently slipped the extra pillow from behind him so that he could lay flat. That he permitted it gave her some indication of how he was feeling, but he caught her sleeve as she turned to go.

“I never got the chance to ask,” Vahanian said, meeting her eyes. “Did they hurt you?” He raised a finger gently to the still-visible outline of the bruise on her cheek.

“I’m all right,” Carina said, but she could tell from his eyes that he knew she was lying.

“Never bluff someone who’s made a living gam-bling,” Vahanian said. “You don’t always have to be the one with the answers, you know. The healer can need healing, too.”

His acknowledgment of her ordeal, coupled with the strain of the past days finally overwhelmed what remained of her reserve. She turned away as tears began to streak down her face, finding that her will was no longer sufficient to hold them at bay.

“I’ll be all right,” she said again, swallowing hard. “It’s just going to take a little time.” And then, her resolve crumbling, the tears came in earnest, for the near drowning, the Nargi, as cold and enveloping as the swift waters of the river. She covered her face with her hands, her shoulders shaking as deep, racking sobs shook her.

How he managed to stand she never knew, but Vahanian stepped up behind her, turning her gently and folding her against him. He let her sob like a child, wordlessly stroking her hair. She dragged a sleeve across her eyes, aware of what a spectacle she had made of herself.

“I’m sorry,” she managed, her voice cracking.

“No one’s invincible. Trust me, I know.”

“There isn’t time for this. There’s a job to be done…”

“Let someone else do it for a while.” He pulled her with him to sit on the edge of the bed, his strength fading. He slipped his arm around her shoulder, drawing her close to him, and she did not shrug away “You’ve carried your share. Stop run-ning for a while.”

“What makes you think I’m running?”

“We have that in common,” Vahanian replied.

“We’re not that much alike.”

“No? Let me see. Stubborn, willful, driven, self-sufficient, arrogant, and damn good at what we do.” His lip twisted wryly. “You’re right. Nothing in common.”

“Was that supposed to make me feel better?”

Vahanian shook his head, wincing at the effort. “No. That takes time. But as you’re so fond of telling me, you have to let the healer close enough to heal.”

“Sakwi isn’t up to any more than he’s done already.”

“I wasn’t thinking of Sakwi,” Vahanian mur-mured, close enough now that she could feel his breath. “There was something I promised myself in the Nargi camp, if I lived through it.”

“What was that?” Carina murmured.

“This,” he said, lowering his mouth to hers. For an instant she hesitated. Then she leaned into him, sur-prised at herself even as she returned the kiss with gentle fervor. A moment later he drew back, and she thought he looked both pleased and a little astonished.

“I love you, Carina,” Vahanian said, tilting her chin up to look her in the eyes.

“Last night, in the camp, I didn’t want to go to the Lady, leaving it unsaid.”

Carina felt tears start down her cheeks, but she did not look away. “I love you, too,” she whis-pered, her voice choked. “I’ve wasted so much time, being afraid—”

He kissed her again, cutting off her words, reluc-tant to draw away until he began to sway as his strength failed.

“I really ought to be going back downstairs,” she stammered, completely at a loss.

Vahanian made no attempt to hold her back, but his eyes searched hers. Carina had the uncomfort-able feeling that he could see right past her defenses. She helped him lay back down.

“Come back soon. Don’t be afraid,” he mur-mured, looking as if he were about to pass out. “Your virtue is quite safe.”

Carina blushed. “Considering where we are, that’s saying something. Now get some sleep, before I have to re do what I did last night. When I come back up, I’ll see what I can do about the damage that’s left.”

Vahanian took her hand and pressed the back of it against his lips. “As you wish, m’lady,” he said, his eyes closed. She sat with him until he fell asleep again, and while her heart was still thudding, she found that the sense of relief at the confession seemed to push her fears far away, at least for today.

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EVERYONE BUT VAHANIAN and Carina gathered in the back room late that afternoon to bid the Goddess’s blessing to Sakwi. Outfitted for a long ride, the thin mage accepted their well-wishing gra-ciously, politely disagreeing with Tris about resting longer before striking out on the dangerous trek to Eastmark.

Tris watched the mage with mixed emotions. He was grateful for the possibility that Sakwi might be able to persuade the Eastmark king to ally against Jared. Yet he knew with Sakwi’s departure, the bur-den of the success of the journey fell even more heavily on his own shoulders. I’m not ready. There’s so much left to learn.

Sakwi stepped to the edge of the brush along the river. In the dimming sun, Tris saw a large stag among the bushes, a powerful animal with antlers that spoke of a long and cunning life. Sakwi murmured something that Tris did not quite hear and the stag moved closer, awaiting the mage’s needs. With a wave of farewell, Sakwi hoisted himself onto the stag’s back. Making the sign of the Goddess, he leaned forward and clung tightly to the beast as it bounded off.

“You know,” Kiara said to Tris, “every time I think I’ve seen it all, I get another surprise. There’s never a dull moment.”

“Stick around. The fun’s just starting.” He looked around them. “Has anyone seen Carina?”

“Jolie brought a note down from Carina asking that someone sit with Jonmarc tonight.” Kiara shrugged. “I imagine Carina’s finally getting some sleep. Goddess bless, she deserves it.”

“It’ll be a few more days until Jonmarc can even think about sitting a horse. I guess we might as well make ourselves comfortable.”

Kiara’s expression made it clear that she did not consider the delay unacceptable. “We could all use the rest. Especially you. Although I know what you’re thinking. Every day that goes by makes it closer to the Hawthorn Moon.”

They followed the others back into Jolie’s place. The back room had become a place for Tris and his companions to make their plans and preparations in private, avoiding the curiosity of the gamers and guests in the front rooms. That they had not already been carried away in chains bound for Shekerishet gave Tris confidence in Jolie’s repeated reassurance of her discretion. He still found it impossible to relax.

Nyall, too, seemed uneasy with the delay. Tris imagined that the river pilot’s anxiousness lay in his

wish for his part in the adventure to be at an end. Nyall spent his days testing and improving the new boat Jolie had helped him secure, building a corral for the horses and checking the boat’s maneuver-ability in the swift river. He went to bed early, looking for any excuse to flee from the back room after dark. Now that the river ghosts’ early reti-cence was gone, they sought Tris’s intercession on a nightly basis. Even Jolie seemed taken aback at the spirits that came to Tris for his help in resolving old business or making the passage to the Lady.

Although the Sisterhood had assured Tris that his mediation would not draw Arontala’s attention and would help to ease the imbalance in the currents of magic, Tris still felt vulnerable. He woke each morning surprised and grateful to find no Margolan troops waiting outside their door.

“If Sakwi isn’t here, I guess we’re on our own to pick a safe path across Margolan,” Kiara nibbled on some fruit and bread.

. “Looks that way,” Tris agreed. He rested a boot on the bench across from her and leaned forward to take a wedge of cheese from the bowl Jolie kept well-filled. “Here’s hoping Ban can recruit some deserters, and that Harrtuck can bring a little pres-sure on the northern border. I’ll feel better thinking that Jared’s attention is on something other than me.”

Kiara chewed thoughtfully. “Do you think Jared expects you to challenge him?”

“He went to a lot of trouble hiring assassins. Having me dead would give him one less reason to watch his back.”

“You’ve certainly got Arontala’s attention.”

“That’s more than enough to worry me. Now the question is—can we drop out of sight long enough for them to get careless?”

“It’s a risky thing to count on.”

Tris grimaced. “It’s all risky.”

A DAY LATER, Vahanian made his way down the stairs to join them. It was more bravado, Tris thought, than an indication that the fighter was truly ready for action. Two days later, against Carina’s strident protests, Vahanian proclaimed himself ready to ride if not to fight. He would hear no more of going back to bed to recuperate.

Although Tris chafed at the delay, he had to admit that the rest had made a visible difference in Carroway, who looked to be himself again. Something had also changed between Carina and Vahanian in the wake of Vahanian’s close call. The two were now clearly a couple. Tris was glad for them. While the road afforded no real priva-cy and few enough opportunities for conversation, he knew how much it meant to him to have Kiara.

By the Dark Lady, Tris thought tiredly, I guess the journey is getting to all of us.

Only a complete fool would be unafraid.

At sundown on the day they were to leave, an insistent rapping sounded at the door to the back room. “There’s a visitor for you,” Jolie called, and stood aside to reveal a thin, flaxen-haired man in a dark cloak.

“I’m glad I reached you before you left,” Gabriel said as he swept past Tris, foregoing any kind of greeting. “I received the message Sakwi sent with the wolf only yesterday. It was a considerable dis-tance to cover in such a short time.”

From his seat at the table, Vahanian shook his head. “Sure, no problem,” he murmured. “A land mage rides out of here on a stag and sends a wolf to fetch a vayash moru. What’s so strange about that?”

“Stop that,” Carina chided.

“So glad to see you survived your encounter with the forces across the river,”

Gabriel said. “You had merely a taste of what my kind have experienced for centuries at their hands.”

“You and I almost had being dead in common,” Vahanian quipped darkly.

“The Lady guards her servants well.” He returned his attention to Tris. “I intended to meet you downriver to help you cross Margolan. I’ve been successful in securing a promise of safe pas-sage through the holdings of my fellows on the Blood Council. Many vayash moru are sympathetic to your quest. They’re joining up with Soterius’s fighters. Some have offered to escort us on the road.

We’ve lost a great deal to Arontala’s forces. With or without the approval of the Blood Council, they were ready to take up your cause.”

“jonmarc found out that Jared made an alliance with the Nargi,” Tris told Gabriel. “He intends to use Nargi troops to make up for the desertions in the Margolan army.”

“How interesting,” the vayash moru mused. “My people hate the Nargi even more than they despise Jared. It might be most helpful to have vayash moru patrol this side of the Nu River. It should pose an effective deterrent to having Nargi cross over into Margolan. Not all of their charms and wardings work as…

consistently… as the Nargi like to think.”

“I’ve been hearing the tales from the river ghosts for days now. The ones that didn’t drown by acci-dent died fleeing the Nargi, or were dumped into the river after the Nargi killed them. Many of the ghosts have asked for a way to help with the com-ing battle. If the ghosts were to help the vayash moru hold the river border, we might be doubly protected.” Tris paused. “I’ll speak to the spirits that didn’t want to go to their rest.”

“And I’ll make arrangements immediately with the vayash moru,” Gabriel said in agreement. He looked around at the preparations for the road. “It appears you’re ready to leave. I’ll join you.”

Nyall’s eyes were big as saucers. “Don’t worry, Nyall,” Vahanian cracked.

“Gabriel finds his own provisions on the trail.”

“Dark Lady take my soul,” the river pilot swore.

Gabriel fixed the uneasy boat master with a stare. “Pray that she does not.” He turned back to Tris. “We have little time, and a great distance to cover. Let’s go.”

Jolie waited for them at the river. She had already gifted them with fresh cloaks and clothing, and seen to it that Nyall had all the provisions he required. Now she huddled in her woolen wrap on the bank, watching their preparations as if her attentiveness might ensure their success. She bid each of them farewell as they boarded Nyall’s boat, kissing Vahanian on both cheeks and admonishing him to take care, although her voice and expression made it plain she did not expect to be obeyed. Jolie also

gave Carina a peck on the cheek and said something the others did not hear, something that made the healer flush scarlet. Jolie looked toward Vahanian with a motherly smirk.

Tris, the last to board, stopped and took Jolie’s hand in both of his. “Thank you for everything,” he said gratefully. “It was a risk for you, taking us in.”

“The day I start worrying about risk is the day I should get out of the business.

The Lady’s hand be upon you.”

The unlikeliness of that luck lay unspoken between them. “Get going,” Jolie urged, breaking the silence. “I’ll be looking for news of you. I’ll hear. Jolie hears everything.”