High Demon 3 - Demon's King

by Connie Suttle

  "Sure. We'll take a cage full," Teeg said.

  * * *

  "We need to put the bloom back in your cheeks, pretty girl," Jes was back and fussing again. Why did he upset me so much? I couldn't really put a finger on it. Farzi and Nenzi helped me to the solarium and I was paging through a book on the comp-reader I'd been given. Nothing seemed to hold my interest and I felt listless at best. Jusef brought a jumble for me and set it down on the tiny table next to my chaise.

  Teeg had been gone for two days without a word. More than anything, I wanted to skip away. Tory, Aurelius and Lendill would treat me so much better than this. The only thing that kept me from storming out of Teeg's apartment in a fit was the promise of the visit with Gavril.

  "Jusef, you make wonderful jumbles, but I don't know if I can drink this," I rubbed my stomach as I gave him an imploring look.

  "Just try—perhaps you'll feel better after a few sips," he coaxed, his bushy eyebrows wiggling. It made me think of Morwin for a moment and I smiled.

  "There it is—the first smile in days," Jusef sounded happy.

  "Is she feeling better?" Lenden came out to check.

  "We're trying," Jusef said. Jes moved away and I released a breath I hadn't realized I was holding.

  "Little squirrel, start drinking that thing for Em-pah. All right?" Lenden tapped the glass I held. He put an arm around me while I sipped.

  * * *

  "Do you think this is shielded enough?" Garde allowed a tiny bit of sarcasm to coat his words. Erland laughed. "I know it doesn't affect you in the least, but Wylend and I want to make sure this visit isn't a trap of some kind. Admit it—we'll have some very important people in this room."

  "Important to us if no one else," Garde agreed.

  "They won't get out of here unless we allow it," Erland added. "If Teeg brings the brothers Starr, well, they'd better mind their manners."

  "Those reptanoids could cause some damage if they come," Garde reminded the warlock.

  "Already thought of that. We have spells that will activate if they turn. They'll be trussed up in a black net. You don't get out of that until we let you out."

  "Warlock, you frighten me at times."

  "Not just a pretty face anymore, am I?"

  "Haven't ever thought of you in those terms," Garde slapped Erland on the back, nearly knocking him over.

  "Perhaps I should allow those Falchani to teach me bladework," Erland straightened with difficulty. "I might be able to match you physically in that way."

  "Warlock, why are you worried about that? We are what we are. We each have our strengths."

  "What about weaknesses?" Erland turned back to Gardevik Rath.

  "Do we have any?" Garde laughed. Erland barely moved away in time to avoid a second slap to the back.

  * * *

  "You've tapped into the core. Did I not warn you against that? What are you intending to do, destroy everything?" Fardris glared at his oldest son, Nidris. "I allowed you to stay with us and this is how you repay our hospitality. By starting the drain on Tulgalan's core. We like it here. Your idiocy means we have to move in less than ten years."

  "Zellar said it was all right to only tap a little here and there," Nidris whined.

  "Have you been living in a cave the past fifty years? Nidris, he's killed countless worlds. All dead now—drained lifeless and entire populations killed off because he engaged in forbidden sorcery. Why do you think it's forbidden if it's harmless? If you want a case in point, go directly to Cloudsong. That world is wasted, now. Zellar did that. I should never have listened to that liar. He's the one who convinced me that Wylend and his handful of cronies didn't have enough power to stand against us when we took the throne away from Warlend. Only he was wrong. Yet you, against my wishes, went searching for him. If I'd known that's what you intended, I'd have killed you myself. I lost three children because of Zellar. Now, there's a price on all our heads." Fardris' chest was heaving, he was so angry. Tulgalan, his new home, was now doomed because of his own son.

  Nidris stared at his father. He'd never seen Fardris Hazlan so upset before. Had Zellar lied to him and the others? He knew most of them were dead—Yebri, who remained on Xordthe, had told him. Yebri had sounded frightened when she'd passed the news on to him—only she and Nidris were still alive. Yebri had already curtailed the draining of the core on Xordthe—she'd said the same thing that Fardris was saying—that Zellar had lied to all of them. Now, Xordthe would die, as Tulgalan would die. Nidris shivered. He would murder if it gained him something, but countless millions and no gain—even he worried over that. Nidris was glad he'd sold Zellar to the Alliance and to the others hunting the old rogue. Nidris had thought to set himself up in Zellar's place. Now, he only wanted to remain hidden until he could feel safe again.

  "Father, let us move from here, then," Nidris suggested.

  "No. I have a place here and money coming in. We'll work for another five years and then leave. Tulgalan will certainly be feeling the effects by then and more money might be made. The Alliance will get as many off-world as possible, but there are always those who will not wish to come to the attention of the Alliance. We will transport them away and fill our coffers at the same time. Perhaps we can go outside the Alliance when we leave here—surely Teeg San Gerxon will have turned his attention elsewhere by that time."

  "I'm thankful he can't reach us here," Nidris agreed. "The Alliance doesn't know to hunt us—we should be safe."

  * * *

  I wasn't about to tell Teeg how shaky I felt when we landed on Xordthe. A meeting with Gavril would be mine if I could get through this. I only hoped that I'd have enough strength to give Chash a hug when the meeting did come. I was desperate to feel better so I could, in Teeg's words, "heal the planet" the following day.

  "Baby, if there was any other way," Teeg pulled me against him that night. He hadn't attempted to have sex—I was too drained and weary and he was too worried about something. Several mornings I'd wakened to his touch—he'd stroke my cheek as if he could coax color into it, somehow. The few times I'd bothered to look in a mirror, I'd appeared washed out and worn, so I stopped looking. I only dressed in the comfortable fleece outfits Teeg had purchased for me, wrapping up in an extra jacket or blanket whenever I could. I constantly felt cold, even in warm places.

  "You said that before," I mumbled a response to Teeg's statement, closing my eyes. His arms were warm and tight around me as he kissed the spot behind my ear—the one that in better times would nearly send me into a climax.

  "Reah, if things were different, you have no idea what I'd do," he whispered gently. I fell asleep with his breath tickling my ear.

  * * *

  "I think this is the place where the tapping occurred—Astralan and I want to see if it will be easier to do this at that precise location," Teeg said as he led me to another clearing. This one hadn't been cleared until recently—a house and surrounding courtyard had been destroyed so I could sit on the bare patch of ground and pull star energy to Xordthe. Piles of rock, lumber and most of a roof surrounded me as I began removing my clothing, barely listening to what Teeg had to say. Lenden took my clothes just as before, but Jes was hovering. Farzi and Nenzi were trying to keep him back while I undressed and turned.

  "Reah," Teeg stood below me as I settled into a cross-legged position in full Thifilatha. I turned my attention to what he had to say. "Reah," he repeated, "please don't hurt yourself. Or—well. Just don't hurt yourself. All right?"

  "Teeg, move away," I sighed. "Let's get this over with." I turned my head toward the night sky and selected a star.

  * * *

  "We should have thought of this before," Teeg raked a hand through his hair. Reah woke in half the time it had previously taken. She'd been ill again, true, but not nearly as long. A direct route to the tapped core had turned out to be the best solution. Reah slept now—Lenden, Jes and Jusef had managed to get something into her stomach after settling her in bed. Farzi and Nenzi had slid onto the b
ed on either side as lion snakes. They were worried about Reah too, they just weren't vocal about it. Lenden had been casting questioning looks at Teeg for several days now. He didn't like it any more than Teeg did.

  "We have three days," Teeg said. "Three days to get Reah on her feet as well as we can. We'll be traveling after that. Jes, you'll go to Campiaa and work with Dee. The warlocks, Farzi, his brothers, Lenden and Jusef are coming with me."

  "Where are you going?" Jes didn't like the idea that he wasn't included in the trip. "Who will take care of Reah?"

  "Jes, you have to trust me. I have someone in mind where we're going who will watch over her until we can come back to Campiaa. All right? I don't know how long this trip will take, but I'll keep Dee informed. You can get updates from him. In the meantime, take some time off and relax a little. You've been working too hard."

  Jes still didn't like it and he walked away muttering. "You need to watch him," Lenden said quietly.

  "He's my physician and devoted to me and mine. Don't question me," Teeg snapped. Lenden turned away so Teeg wouldn't see the curl of smoke escaping his nostrils. It didn't happen often with Lenden—he could control it most of the time. It still escaped now and then, showing anyone who might know just what he was. Farzi was watching the entire exchange with a worried frown. He sided with Lenden on this, but there wasn't any way he could say that to Teeg.

  * * *

  "Baby, today's the day. We're traveling and you'll see Gavril when we get where we're going," Teeg threw open the curtains that faced our bed. I was blinking stupidly at him—he hadn't said a word the past two days about Gavril and I thought he'd lied to me about the whole thing. I'd been more depressed than usual as a result.

  "Where?" I sat up, rubbing my eyes. I was still exhausted and only my will to get up and around had gotten me out of bed since I'd healed Xordthe.

  "No, you know better than to ask that question, baby," Teeg was in a good mood for the first time in a long time. "Get up and I'll have Farzi and Nenzi help you in the shower." He knew I couldn't stand long enough to bathe myself.

  The last two days I'd soaked in a tub while someone washed me. Farzi and Nenzi had done it the first day. Jes had elbowed everyone else aside the day before and done it. I hadn't appreciated the way his hands lingered here and there while he washed. Teeg had gone off on some errand with Astralan and hadn't gotten back until late the night before. Now, he was up early and getting me up as well.

  "I don't want Jes' help," I muttered, causing Teeg to turn around quickly.

  "I've already sent him to Campiaa. He saved your life after the explosion, so don't badmouth him to me, Reah. I know you don't feel good and you're grumpy because of it. Farzi and Nenzi will come and help you." He stalked out of the bedroom. I wanted to stick my tongue out at his retreating back, just like any angry six-year-old. Farzi and Nenzi came in moments later, helping me bathe and dress.

  * * *

  Teeg was dressed nicely in an expensive suit, as were the warlocks—all four of them. Farzi, Nenzi and their six brothers were also dressed very well, only a bit more comfortably than Teeg and the others. Lenden wore what he usually wore—comfortable slacks and a nice shirt. Jusef wore the traditional garb any Amterean might wear—short trousers, boots with socks and a short tunic with a vest. I leaned down just a little to kiss Jusef's cheek. He smiled when I did it. Teeg had selected a high-waisted dress for me; Farzi and Nenzi had gotten me into the deep blue, long-sleeved thing and then slipped low-heeled shoes on my feet. My hair was combed out and left loose about my shoulders.

  "Lenden, you stand behind Reah. Make sure she doesn't get too tired," Teeg nodded to the bodyguard as Astralan and Stellan made preparations to fold us and our luggage to some unnamed destination. I was hoping that Chash would be waiting for me when we arrived. I only wanted to fling my arms around him and cry happy tears.

  "Ready?" Astralan nodded at Teeg.

  Teeg straightened his cuffs and tie. "Ready," he nodded, a determined look in his eye. He looked as if he were going off to battle and I didn't understand that. Astralan folded all of us; Stellan brought the luggage. We landed in a sumptuous, round hall built of marble and expensive tiles. I gasped. I knew this place and knew it well. Had departed from it several times when Lendill didn't want anyone else to know I was leaving and he didn't want me to skip away. We stood in the rotunda reserved for visiting dignitaries on Le-Ath Veronis' space station.

  Lissa and Tory were there, standing next to Ry and I cried out when I saw them. But that didn't prepare me for what came next. Nothing could have prepared me for that. Nothing. Lissa walked toward Teeg, a puzzled frown on her face. Gavin, Tony, Drake and Drew were right beside her. Her eyes widened after a moment and she shrieked one word. That word sent me into a tailspin and darkness gathered around me when I heard it the second time. "Gavril!" Lissa shouted, flinging herself into Teeg's arms. "Gavril!" Blackness came.

  Chapter 8

  "Tory, be careful," Teeg, once known as Gavril Montegue, cautioned his brother. "Reah's pregnant. It's probably yours." Tory jerked his head around at Teeg's words. He was having trouble reconciling what his mother had known immediately by scent alone. Teeg was Gavril. Only much older, now. And, like Kifirin had said, changed. Nobody had recognized him, although his hair and eye color were the same. Tory, Karzac and Lenden were kneeling next to Reah—Lenden had caught her before she could fall. Gardevik was standing nearby and blowing smoke—he knew Lenden, all right. Only by another name.

  "We've exhausted her," Denevik muttered to Karzac as Karzac growled about Reah's condition. Lissa had finally stopped hugging and kissing her youngest child, who no longer looked to be the youngest. Lendill Schaff was also kneeling nearby; he just couldn't get any closer than he was already with the crowd around Reah. Norian, Erland and Wylend had gone straight to Gavril.

  "How did this happen, son?" Gavin was attempting to deal with the changes in his child.

  "Long story, Dad. Can we sit down somewhere after we make sure Reah is all right? And just so you know, I won't be giving her up. She's the reason I'm where I am anyway." Eventually, when Karzac said that Reah could be moved, Tory lifted her and everyone was folded to Lissa's palace.

  * * *

  "I knew, when I was twelve," Gavril turned the cup in his hands. His four warlocks were just as surprised as the others, so they listened raptly to Gavril's tale. The reptanoids had gone with Reah and those taking care of her.

  "What did you know?" Lissa asked.

  "That I wanted Reah. It might have been puppy love at the time, but it was there. And it didn't go away over the next five years. When she got into that mess on Birimera, I asked Kifirin if I could help her. Told him I wanted her. Wanted to keep her safe, somehow. He looked at me with those damned stars in his eyes and told me there wasn't anything I could do for her at the moment, but the time would come and he would grant my request. He granted it, all right. Pulled me right off the transport and stuck me with a vampire to learn woodworking fifty years in the past. You see where I am, now. All his doing. He pointed me in this direction, told me it was in our best interest to form an Alliance surrounding Campiaa and then left. I won't be asking him for anything again. Now, I don't know how Reah is going to take this when she wakes. I'm telling you again, though, that I'm not giving her up. We just need to take care of her."

  "She's pregnant with a female High Demon. Karzac says so. Did you even take that into consideration?" Gardevik was trying to reel in his temper. They sat in Lissa's library, where tea and a light lunch had been served.

  "I knew she was pregnant," Gavril muttered. "I kept telling myself that this wouldn't take long and I'd send her back so she'd get the care she needs."

  "The fate of the High Demon race rests on any female born," Garde's voice was getting louder. "Even a quarter High Demon child. Were you trying to kill Reah? Karzac says she's so weak it could take a while to get her back to normal."

  "It couldn't be helped, Uncle Garde," Gavril said. "Do y
ou know what she can do? Do you? Those fool rogues tapped the cores on Roorthi, Xordthe and Shillverr. Somehow, Reah pulled energy from the stars, replaced what was lost and sealed the leak. Those worlds will live, now. Reah can do that. It's like a miracle. And no, I'm not giving up the idea of the Campiaan Alliance. It's a good idea and almost within my grasp. Things are lining up. Mom, I'm going to do this. I'm sixty-seven now and this is my calling. I know it."

  "Reah can heal the cores?" Wylend hadn't spoken until now, although his mind and his heart were with her in the suite she shared with Tory.

  "Go and see for yourself," Astralan spoke for the first time. "Teeg—Gavril and I were shocked when she did it the first time."

  "I can't believe she did that and risked the child," Garde muttered.

  "She doesn't know. That she's pregnant," Gavril sighed. "She thinks that stupid implant the Alliance forces on its troops is still working. It's probably like everything else—wears off quicker due to her High Demon ancestry."

  "You knew the baby belonged to Tory?" Lissa was trying to come to grips with being a grandmother.

  "I was pretty sure, mom. I think he's ruined her for anybody else."

  "I don't call that ruined," Garde began to rise in anger.

  "Garde, settle down," Lissa hissed. "This will be our grandchild. Don't fuck it up."

  "I want to talk to Denevik. Reah is his grandchild, after all," Garde didn't sit back down.

  "I didn't know who he was. Kifirin just showed up out of nowhere and told me to hire him as a bodyguard. So I did. I'm glad he didn't remove my head over Reah." Gavril sipped his tea.

  "I instructed him to keep you safe, as well as his grandchild," Kifirin appeared as if someone had called his name.

  "We are going to have words later," Lissa handed him a hard stare.

  "I saw the wisdom in the request; it just wasn't at his convenience," Kifirin defended himself.

  "I'll show you wisdom," Lissa tried to go after him. Gavin held her back.

  "I knew my mate would be justifiably angry," Kifirin stated. "Lissa, please try to see this from my perspective. This was an opportunity none of us could refuse. Imagine the Campiaan Alliance, run by your child."