Sister of the Dead

by Barb Hendee

  One night as he worked in his room, she entered without knocking to find him sitting at his desk with a bloody bandage wrapped around his left little finger. He dropped something into a bowl on the desk, and the liquid inside hissed and bubbled. She came up behind him, and he was so intent that he didn't notice her. Next to the bowl were the beginnings of a pendant with a tin backing and a stout bloodied kitchen knife.

  She looked down and gasped. The object hissing in the bowl was the top of his little finger. Acid began eating away the flesh.

  He was startled by her touch on his shoulder, and he whipped around. "Get out, " he ordered. "I am working. "

  Magelia fled to her room, holding her stomach. The old Magelia, the fierce Magelia, began to whisper inside her that she might need to protect this child from more than Ubad.

  The night her pains began, Welstiel behaved like the politely concerned man she had known in the early to mid-months of her pregnancy, before his dreams. He had the man-at-arms, whose name she never learned, help her into bed, and he called the serving girl to assist her.

  "I will bring the midwife, " he said.

  "Her name is Betina, " Magiere told him. "She brought me into the world. "

  Even through her labor pains, she could not help smiling at him. He was going for the midwife himself instead of sending one of the guards. The pains grew closer together, but she did not cry out. Sometime after he left, she rolled on her side and looked to the doorway.

  Master Ubad stood there, as if watching her through his eyeless mask.

  "Stay away from us, " she said.

  He glided slowly down the hall beyond the door's frame and out of sight.

  Welstiel seemed to be gone too long, but this was Magelia's first child, and the labor took time. She felt the child coming and needed to push. The shock of pain when she tried to do so made the room dim, and she screamed.

  The serving girl ran to her side. "What is it, miss?"

  Before Magelia could answer, the child inside pushed downward on its own accord, and she screamed again.

  Welstiel hurried into the room, and the midwife, Betina, followed close behind him. He was carrying a small bundle in a bloody, tattered blanket.

  "What is that?" she whispered.

  "Get out!" he ordered the serving girl.

  The young woman rushed from the room, and Magelia was alone with Betina and Welstiel.

  The child pushed again, and the pain was so sharp, she couldn't speak or breathe. Tiny knives seemed to cut her from inside, like the child was clawing its way out. Betina was standing over her, and the woman's face was white, as if she had been through an ordeal or was ill.

  "Magelia, " she said. "Hold on, my girl. Let me see what is wrong. "

  Welstiel set his bundle down and crouched beside Magelia near the bed's head. She felt a rush of wet warmth between her legs and thought perhaps her water had finally broken.

  Betina gasped, and Magelia knew she was wrong.

  "Am I going to die?" she whispered to Welstiel.

  "Yes. "

  "Did you know?"

  "I suspected. "

  "You must protect the baby, " she begged. "Keep it from Ubad. "

  He looked into her eyes and then reached out to grasp her hand. It was the first and only time he had ever touched her.

  "I have planned for this, " he said. "Ubad will never have this child... if he is convinced it is dead. If you love your child, you will help me. "

  She didn't understand what he meant, and her mind went white with pain as the knives began cutting again. After what seemed like an eternity, she felt the child slide from inside her into Betina's hands.

  "Is it all right?" she asked, growing weaker.

  "A girl, " Betina answered. "A healthy girl with your black hair. "

  She wiped off the newborn, wrapped it in a soft cotton cloth, and laid it beside Magelia. Though still blood-smeared, the child was beautiful.

  Welstiel stepped around beside Betina, who looked down upon mother and child with a forced smile.

  He reached out and snapped her neck with his hands.

  Magelia thought she had slipped into a nightmare as Betina's body dropped from his hands to crumple on the floor. Welstiel retrieved the bundle he had entered with and opened it. Inside was a dead baby girl with dark hair. Its throat had been cut.

  "What have you done?" she whispered.

  He pulled the brass ring from his pocket and slipped it onto his finger. "Ubad will come soon. When he does, tell him that I did this. Tell him I murdered the child to avenge my father, and then I fled. He will come after me, but he will not find me. "

  She glanced at the ring, which had made the topaz's light wink out when he'd first put it on in his room months ago. Magelia didn't understand what it meant, but Welstiel was certain of his ways for dealing with the sightless old mage.

  "I have things to collect for the child, " he said, "and then I promise to take her out of here. If Ubad believes the child is dead, he will not return. "

  He picked up her baby, and Magelia reached out. Welstiel paused long enough for her to touch her daughter, and then he turned away to wrap the child in a clean blanket. He placed the murdered infant at the foot of the bed.

  'Tell Ubad, Magelia, and your daughter will be safe. "

  "My blue dress, " she whispered. "Save it for her. "

  He nodded, and that was all. When he stepped to the door, he looked both ways before slipping out.

  Lingering moments passed, and Magelia fought to keep her eyes open, to hold out until her enemy showed his face.

  A blurred figure of dark robe appeared beside her bed. His cowl drooped down as he looked at Betina's body and then the dead child upon the foot of the bed.

  "Welstiel, " she whispered, "to avenge his father. You will never have my daughter. "

  Ubad became nothing more than a dark shape in the dimming room, but his rolling moan of anguish brought her relief. "Where is he?" the mage shouted.

  "Away, " she whispered. "Away from here. "

  Magelia's eyes closed, their lids too heavy to keep open.

  IMagiere felt her knees strike the cavern floor. Above the cauldron, Magelia's face materialized with a sad smile, and then the apparition was gone. "You murderer, " Magiere whispered at Ubad.

  She lunged to her feet, swinging the falchion at him. Suddenly, he was gone. When she heard his voice behind her, she whirled to face him.

  "You feel for her, and you should, " he said. "But think, dhampir. You were born from life and death, day and night. Think of the preparation necessary, all the sacrifices made for you to rise up in this world. You are years behind where you should be in your power and awareness, but you have come back to me of your own choice. This was not mere chance. "

  "You did that to her, and then you just let her die. "

  The dim torchlight in the cavern brightened, and she knew her irises had gone black. Canines elongated in her mouth, and she felt her nails harden as if they rooted themselves in the bones of her fingers.

  "You want to see how far my power has grown?"

  Vordana stepped in behind Ubad, a wary expression on his sunken face. Magiere could hear Leesil nearby, behind her, and Chap circled out to her right.

  "Listen!" Ubad commanded. "You are as you are, and nothing can change this, so embrace truth. Our patron will place you above all others, and all you must do is accept who you are... rather than this deluded guise you cling to. Take your place beside him. "

  Magiere felt her control returning. She understood nothing of his words, and she cared little at all for whatever patron, deity or otherwise, this creature thought she belonged to. She held her form, not allowing her dhampir aspects to fade.

  Ubad no longer appeared shadowy and intimidating. Magiere saw but another petty, self-serving conniver—like Welstiel—who had also helped to kill her mother. On impulse, she turned to glance at Leesil.

  He watched her, punching blades gripped in both hands. Long white-blond h
air tucked behind his oblong ears, his slanted eyes were wide with suspicion at the sight of her. Then his features softened as he saw she had not lost herself to savagery this time.

  "You are Magiere, " he said, voice firm. "Nothing can change that. And I know you. You belong with me—not them, not... whatever they serve. "

  He glanced toward Ubad, lifting his blades ever so slightly, poised between advancing and holding his ground.

  Magiere sense his fear just below his anger, as if his own emotions flooded her. Something in Ubad's words ate at him, something more than the old man's deluded fanaticism and hunger for power. Magiere took one step back from the necromancer and his dead servant.

  'Time to leave!" Leesil snapped.

  He whirled forward, swinging his blade at Vordana's throat. The sorcerer dodged back as he'd done in their battle in the town street. Leesil followed with a full spin of his body, and his left blade cut through Vordana's shoulder.

  "Chap!" Leesil yelled.

  Vordana stumbled, clutching his shoulder, and Chap launched himself into the sorcerer. Wynn had closed in, unslinging her crossbow to load it. Magiere turned on Ubad, striking for his throat with her falchion.

  Again, he was suddenly beyond her reach.

  Magiere slashed once more, and this time saw shimmers swirl in the air around Ubad. His form grew hazy and transparent, and then he stood back a step's distance from her. The air around him settled, but not before Magiere saw the streams of white vanish, like the spirits who had assaulted Leesil and Wynn.

  Ubad was using the spirits to escape her, and somehow they carried him wherever he wished without a word.

  The ghosts reappeared.

  Their forms and shapes blurred as they rose in a flurry about the cavern. The air grew colder by the moment. The young woman with the rope-burned throat flew through Wynn. The sage cried out and dropped the crossbow.

  "Stop it!" Magiere shouted.

  Two white blurs dived down at her, and she tried to twist out of their way. One struck her shoulder, and the other flew through her stomach as she tensed.

  Magiere felt nothing.

  There was no pain or chill agony as she'd expected. They had no effect on her.

  The girl with the dark curls and torn throat materialized out of the air, and then blurred again as she flew through Chap. He didn't yelp but rolled off Vordana and backed up in confusion.

  A soft smacking sound echoed from the back of cavern beyond the altar, accompanied by heavy, plodding footfalls. Two figures emerged from the shadows, and Magiere recoiled at the sight of them.

  Dressed like mariners armed with curved swords, their skin was tinged gray and green. One was missing an ear.

  Most of their hair had fallen out, leaving bald patches of decaying flesh. Their faces were devoid of thought or emotion as their mouths opened and closed sharply. No sound came from their throats. Their brackish lips smacked together, over and over. Wynn scrambled across the cavern floor, holding her chest as she retreated from them toward Leesil.

  Vordana rose to his feet, disoriented, and clutched at his shoulder wound. He turned toward Leesil, who ducked away from another stream of white mist in the air. Magiere knew he couldn't evade these spirit creatures for long, and Wynn was clearly at a loss. This conflict was nothing like what they'd faced before. None of Leesil's skills or Wynn's knowledge would save either of them.

  Magiere grew frightened as she feinted toward Ubad with her blade point. She had to do something. She would not let Leesil or Wynn die in this cave. When she saw the air shimmer around Ubad again, she lunged forward with her free hand, and it passed through the place where he'd just stood.

  Her hand appeared to slide through him one instant, and as she blinked, he was one step farther away. She didn't stop, and her hand closed about his throat. Pivoting around him to face the others, she put her sword arm around his narrow chest with the falchion at his throat.

  "Call them off!" she ordered. "All of them, or I'll slit your throat. "

  The ghosts stopped, as did the decaying mariners. Vordana turned toward her.

  He was watchful and still. The wound Leesil had inflicted seemed to affect his focus more than Magiere expected, but his words sounded in her head.

  Harm him, dhampir, and you'll regret it in ways you can't imagine.

  "Leesil... Wynn, " she called. "Both of you, run! The ghosts can't hurt me, and neither can Vordana. "

  Leesil turned on one foot to face her in disbelief. "No. You're the one they want. "

  "Get Wynn out of here!" she shouted. "These spirits can kill her and you, but not me and not Chap. Get to the wagon, and we'll meet you there. "

  With her eyes, she willed him, begged him to listen. Even once Vordana regained his focus, he couldn't drain her or Chap as he could Leesil or Wynn. In this fight, her partner could not help her. He would only be an added worry—but he could save Wynn, and thereby give her and Chap space to fight.

  Chap barked once loudly as if to yell, "Yes!" and he snarled again at Vordana.

  Leesil glanced at the dog and then back to Magiere. He seemed to understand. With an anguished expression, he backed away and grabbed Wynn by the arm as she gathered up her crossbow. He dragged her along, running between the two rotting seamen and through the passage to the cottage.

  Chap circled around Vordana. The sorcerer tilted his head from side to side, trying to watch the dog and yet keep Magiere in his sight.

  Magiere saw only one way to escape this standoff. She hoped Chap could pull Vordana down before he tried to worm his way into her mind again.

  She pulled hard to slash the falchion across Ubad's throat.

  As her arm tensed, his bony hand snatched her wrist, and a swirl of white enveloped them both.

  The spirits didn't come for her. They threaded themselves through Ubad's robe, not surfacing again. She saw one meld into his exposed forearm, and his grip tightened on her wrist until she couldn't move it at all.

  Ubad's other hand flew outward, and a cloud of white powder showered in an arc from his fingers toward the cauldron.

  A flash of light exploded throughout the cavern. It faded to black as Magiere's arms were thrown aside, and she lost hold of the old mage. Magiere toppled back, falling to her haunches upon the cavern floor.

  She blinked twice as she got up, swinging the sword before her. Her sight cleared, and she saw Chap pacing the cavern in a panicked rush, sniffing the ground and peering into the shadows beyond the torchlight.

  Ubad, Vordana, the ghosts, and the corpses with their sabers had all vanished.

  Chap ran for the passage, turned, and barked. Magiere stopped long enough to kick over Wynn's lamp, grab the crystal, and shove it in her pocket. Then she followed as the dog dived into the dark passage out.

  She ran through the small house, past the jars of floating body parts, and reached the front door. The iron staff that had rested beside it was gone. When she stepped outside, Chap traversed the open ground, scenting the earth for a trail. There was no one else in sight.

  Shapes glimmered among the trees, and Magiere saw ghosts disperse into the forest in all directions.

  Chap began barking wildly. He ran a short distance to the tree line and turned around to look at her. Magiere went after him, and Chap cut into the forest, slowing only to let her keep up.

  A dim phosphorescent shape stepped from behind a tree into the dog's path. Chap skidded to a stop with a low rumble growing until it made his whole body quiver.

  The ghost of a small girl stood before Magiere, and her lips parted.

  "Follow me. "

  The words were spoken in Ubad's hollow voice.

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  Chapter 16

  W elstiel and Chane stepped into the forest and found themselves surrounded by the ghosts of the dead. Welstiel had expected this as they entered Ubad's area of influence. Neither of them could be injured by these spirits, as they were both already dead, but he had neglected to inform Chane.

  A transpar
ent man dressed in rags flew through Chane's body. Chane thrashed wildly, backing into a moss curtain and drenching himself.

  "Ignore them, " Welstiel said. "They cannot harm us. " Chane turned on him. "Wynn passed through here!" His endless distress over the sage was beginning to unsettle Welstiel. "I doubt anyone with Magiere was harmed. Ubad would not do anything to dissuade her from reaching him. " Chane drew his sword and slashed aside the wet strands of moss.

  More ghosts slipped between the trees as they pressed on. A few lashed out at Welstiel, but he ignored them. The chill sensation of their touch was unpleasant, but no more than that. Still, Chane flinched away from them as he cut a path, leading the way. Soon his sleeves and cloak were soaked through.

  "You're veering west, " Welstiel said. "Turn more north. "

  "Do you know where we're going?"

  "Yes. "

  The cottage of piled stone attached to the massive granite outcrop appeared before them. Welstiel stopped amid the trees and called Chane back to wait with him. Magiere would have reached the cavern by now and faced the old necromancer.

  Welstiel wondered what half-truths and ploys Ubad would use to put her off guard. The plan for Magelia's special child had never been completely revealed to him. He would have spared Magiere this, but only to keep her focus clear. Whatever Ubad planned would lead Magiere down another path.

  She would refuse Ubad, just as she had refused him.

  "Enough waiting, " Chane said, the line of his mouth tight. "They could be trapped in there. "

  "Do you suggest we walk in with a pleasant greeting?"

  Chane did not answer.

  Shouts came from inside the cottage, and its door burst open.

  Ghosts whirled out of the forest in a maelstrom that obscured Welstiel's view of the cottage. He heard running and the slashing of brush and moss. Streams of spirit mist in the outside air went wild and rushed toward the sound.

  Chane lunged forward, but Welstiel grabbed his cloak and pulled him back. He gripped bis companion's shoulder tightly. Ubad depended on spirits as his eyes and ears. Such arcane emissaries would not find Welstiel or anyone he touched while wearing his ring of "nothing. "