Catching glimpses of Valek through the trees, I shouted and called to him for help. But thick vines from the jungle had ensnared his torso and legs. He hacked at them with his sword, but the vines continued to wrap around him until they covered his arms, as well. I pushed toward him, but a sharp pinch in my thigh stopped me.
The viper had wrapped around my leg. His fangs dripped Curare. Blood welled from the two small holes in my pants. The drug spread through my body. I screamed until the poison froze my voice.
“Yelena, wake up.”
Someone shook my shoulder hard.
“It’s just a dream. Come on, wake up.”
I blinked at Leif. A frown anchored his face. His short black hair stuck out at odd angles, and he had dark smudges under his eyes. I glanced at Tula. Propped up on one elbow, she looked at me with concern in her brown eyes.
“Is Valek in trouble?” she asked me.
Leif’s gaze jumped to Tula. “Why are you asking about him?” he demanded.
“Yelena was trying to help him when she was bitten by the snake.”
“You saw it?” I asked.
She nodded. “I dream of the snake every night, but Valek’s new. He must be from your dreams.”
Leif turned back to me. “You know him?”
“I…” I closed my mouth. Choosing my words with care, I said, “As the Commander’s food taster, I saw him every day.”
Leif blinked. The red flush of annoyance drained from his face. “I know nothing about your life in Ixia,” he said.
“That was entirely your choice.”
“I don’t think I could stand the extra guilt.” Leif turned his face away, staring at the wall.
“You shouldn’t feel any guilt now that you know I was kidnapped. There was nothing you could do,” I said, but he refused to meet my questioning gaze.
“Isn’t she your sister?” Tula asked into the silence. She wrinkled her nose, squinting in confusion.
“It’s a long complicated story,” I said.
Tula settled her head on the pillow, and then squirmed around under the covers as though she were seeking a more comfortable position. “We have plenty of time.”
“We have no time,” Irys said from the doorway. “Leif, are you ready?” “Yes.”
Irys took a step inside the room. “Then go help Cahil with the horses.”
“But I was going to—”
“Explain what is going on,” I demanded, sitting up.
“No time. Bain will fill you in.”
Irys and Leif turned to leave.
Fury bloomed in my chest. Without thought, I pulled power and directed it toward them. “Stop.”
They both froze in place until I released them. I slumped in bed. My outburst had sapped what little strength I had.
Irys returned to my bedside. An odd mixture of anger and admiration on her face. “Feeling better?”
“No.”
“Leif, go,” Irys said. “I’ll catch up in a moment.”
He shot me a rueful glance on his way out. Leif’s way of saying goodbye, I guessed.
Irys perched on the edge of my bed and pushed me back onto the pillow. “You’ll never get better if you keep using magic.”
“I’m sorry. I just can’t stand being so—”
“Helpless.” A wry smile bent Irys’s mouth. “It’s your own fault. At least, that’s what Roze keeps telling me. She wants me to assign you to a season of kitchen duty as punishment for rescuing Tula.”
“She should be rewarded, not punished,” Tula said.
Irys held her hand up. “Advice I won’t be taking. In fact, I believe that your current situation is bad enough that you’ll think twice next time you’re tempted to use more magic than you can handle. And being stuck here while Cahil, Leif and I travel to the Avibian Plains to visit the Sandseed Clan is sufficient punishment.”
“What happened?” I asked.
Irys softened her voice, her words just louder than a whisper. “Last night Leif and I asked Bavol, the Zaltana’s Councilman about the Curare. It did come from your parents. They made a large batch and had it delivered to the Sandseed Clan.”
My heart skipped a beat. “Why?”
“According to Bavol, Esau had read about a substance that paralyzes muscles in a history book about the nomadic tribes of the Avibian Plains. So, Esau traveled to the Sandseed Clan and found a healer named Gede who knew a little about this substance. In the Sandseed Clan, information is orally passed down from one healer to the next, and sometimes knowledge is lost. Esau and Gede searched the jungle for the Curare vine and, once found, they had Perl help them extract the drug. It’s a time-consuming process so Gede returned to the plains, and Esau promised to send him some Curare as a gift for helping him.” Irys stood. “So, now we are going to find out what Gede did with his Curare since Councilor Harun Sandseed didn’t know.”
“I must come!” I struggled to sit up, but my arm refused to hold my weight.
Irys watched me impassively. When I stopped, she asked, “Why?”
“Because I know the killer. I’ve seen him in Tula’s mind. He might be with the clan.”
She shook her head. “We have Dax’s drawing and Leif caught a glimpse of the man when he helped you connect your mind to Tula’s.” Irys reached out and smoothed my hair from my face. Her hand felt cool against my hot skin. “Besides, you’re not strong enough. Stay. Rest. Grow strong again. I have a great deal to teach you when I return.” She hesitated, then leaned over and kissed me on the forehead.
My protests froze on my lips. My reason for being at the Keep was to learn, and already I felt as if I had gone off course, but visiting the Sandseeds could be an educational experience. Why wasn’t anything simple?
Irys reached the door when I remembered to ask her about the Ixian delegation.
Pausing at the threshold, she said, “The Council has agreed to a meeting. The messenger left this morning to deliver our reply to Ixia.”
She shut the door, leaving me to ponder all that she had told me.
“Ixia,” Tula said with wonder. “Do you think Valek will escape the vines and come with the delegation?”
“Tula, that was a nightmare.”
“But it seemed so real,” she insisted.
“Bad dreams are ghosts of our fears and worries, haunting us while we sleep. I doubt Valek is in trouble.”
My thoughts, though, lingered on the image of Valek trapped. It had seemed real. I gritted my teeth in frustration and impatience. Irys had been right, lying here unable to do anything was far worse than scrubbing the kitchen.
Taking some deep breaths, I calmed my mind, cleansing out my worries and irritation. I focused on my last night with Valek in Ixia. A cherished memory.
I must have drifted off to sleep because I felt Valek’s presence. A strong cloud of energy surrounded me.
You need help, love? he asked in my dream.
I need you. I need love. I need energy. I need you.
His regret pulsed in my heart. I can’t come. You already have my love. But I can give you my strength.
No! You’ll be helpless for days! The image of Valek tangled in vines leaped into my mind.
I’ll be fine. The power twins are with me. They’ll protect me. Valek showed me an image of Ari and Janco, my friends in Ixia, guarding his tent. They camped in the Snake Forest, participating in a military exercise.
Before I could stop him, power washed over me, soaking into my body.
Good luck, love.
“Valek,” I yelled out loud. He disappeared.
“What was that?” Tula asked.
“A dream.” But I felt rejuvenated. I stood on my now steady legs, marveling.
Tula stared. “It wasn’t a dream. I saw a light and—”
I made a sudden decision and bolted for the door. “I have to go.”
“Where?” Tula demanded.
“To catch up with Irys.”
19
THE TWO MEN GUARDING our room j
umped in surprise when I sprinted out the door. I raced toward the stable before my mind could slow me down with logic, but I arrived too late. The yard was empty.
Kiki poked her head out of her stall. Lavender Lady better?
Yes, much better. I stroked her nose. I missed the others. When did they leave?
Some chews of hay. We catch up.
I studied Kiki’s blue eyes. She presented an interesting idea. Even if I had caught up to Irys before they left, there was no guarantee that she would have let me go with them to the Avibian Plains.
Kiki pawed the ground with impatience. Go.
I thought fast. Perhaps it would be better if I followed Irys and Leif to the plains, revealing myself only when we traveled too far for her to send me back to the Keep.
I need supplies, I told Kiki. On the way to my room, I made a mental list of everything I would need. My backpack and bow, my switchblade, my cloak, some clothes and food. Money perhaps.
After gathering what I could from my room, I locked the door, turned to go and bumped into Dax.
“Look who’s vertical,” he said. A wide smile spread across his lips. “I don’t know why I’m surprised. After all, you are a living legend.”
Shaking my head, I said, “Dax, I don’t have time to exchange barbs with you.”
“Why?”
I paused, realizing that taking off on my own would be yet another black mark against me. An Ixian decision. But getting information from the Sandseeds was too important for me to worry about the consequences. I told Dax about my plans. “Can you tell Second Magician where I’ve gone? I don’t want Bain combing the Keep for me.”
“You’re on the fast path to expulsion,” Dax warned. “I’ve lost count of points against you.” He paused, considering. “Doesn’t matter now. How long of a head start do you want?”
I glanced at the sky. Midafternoon. “Till dark.” The timing still left Bain a slight chance to send someone to retrieve me, but I hoped he would wait until the morning.
“Done. I’d wish you good luck, but I don’t think it would help.”
“Why not?”
“My lady, you make your own luck.” Then he shooed me away. “Go.”
I hurried to the kitchen and grabbed enough bread, cheese and dried meat to last for ten days. Captain Marrok had said the Avibian Plains were vast and it took ten days to cross them. If the Sandseed Clan lived on the far side, I would have enough food to reach them, and I hoped I could buy more for the return trip.
With my thoughts focused on supplies, I raced toward the barn. As I approached, Kiki snorted in agitation, and I opened my mind to her.
Bad smell, she warned.
I spun in time to see Goel rush me. Before I could react, the point of his sword stopped mere inches from my stomach.
“Going somewhere?” he asked.
“What are you doing here?”
“Little birdie told me you flew the coop. It wasn’t hard to track you.”
The guards outside Tula’s room must have alerted Goel. I sighed. My distraction while collecting supplies had made me an easy target.
“Okay, Goel. Let’s make this quick.” I took a step back and reached for my bow, but Goel moved forward. The point of his sword cut through my shirt and pricked my skin just as my hands found the smooth wood of my staff.
“Freeze!” he shouted.
I huffed more in annoyance than fear. I didn’t have time for this. “Too scared for a fair fight? Ow!” The sword’s tip jabbed into my stomach.
“Drop your bow to the ground. Slowly,” he ordered.
He nudged his sword tip deeper when I hesitated. In slow motion, I pulled my bow from its strap, keeping Goel’s attention on me because out of the corner of my eye I saw Kiki open the latch on her stall’s door with her teeth.
The door thumped open. Goel turned his head at the noise. Kiki spun, aimed her hind legs. I scurried back a few paces.
Not too hard, I told her.
Bad man. She kicked him.
Goel flew through the air and slammed against the pasture’s wooden fence. Then he crumpled in a heap. When he didn’t move, I approached and felt for a pulse. Still alive. I had mixed feelings about his survival. Would he ever give up or would he keep coming after me until he had caught me or until I had killed him?
Kiki interrupted my thoughts. Go.
I retrieved her tack and began to saddle her. As I tightened the girth straps around her chest, I asked, Could you always open your door?
Yes. Fence, too.
Why don’t you?
Hay sweet. Water fresh. Peppermints.
I laughed and made sure to take some mints from Cahil’s supply, packing them into my bag. I hooked five feed bags and water bags for her onto the saddle along with my own food and water skins.
Too heavy? I asked.
She looked at me with scorn. No. Leave now. Topaz scent going.
I mounted. We left the Magician’s Keep and headed through the Citadel. Kiki stepped with care as she walked along the crowded streets of the market. I spotted Fisk, my beggar boy, carrying a huge package for a lady. He smiled and tried to wave. His clean black hair shone in the sun and the hollow smudges under his eyes were gone. A beggar no longer. Fisk found a job.
When we passed under the massive marble arches that marked the gateway of the Citadel, Kiki picked up her pace, breaking into a gallop. The view sped past as we traveled along the main valley road that led from the Citadel to the forest.
Harvest activity buzzed in the fields to our right. On the left, the Avibian Plains flowed out to the horizon. The colors of the tall grasses had transformed from the greens and blues of the hot season into reds, yellows and oranges as though someone had taken a giant paintbrush and swabbed large bands of color across the landscape.
The plains appeared deserted, and I saw no signs of wildlife. Only the colors rippled in the wind. When Kiki turned to enter the plains, I spotted a faint trail cutting through the grass.
The long blades rubbed against my legs and Kiki’s stomach. Kiki relaxed her pace. I touched her mind. We were on the right path, and the strong scent of horses filled her nose. She picked out each one by their smell. Silk. Topaz. Rusalka.
Rusalka?
Sad Man’s.
Confused at first, it took me a moment to realize Sad Man was Kiki’s name for Leif. From what I had gathered from Kiki, when a horse meets someone for the first time their immediate impression becomes that person’s horse name and they relayed it to other horses. Apparently it doesn’t change. To the horses, it made sense. They gave us names just like we had given them names.
Other horses? I asked.
No.
Other men?
No.
Surprised that Cahil hadn’t taken some of his men with him, I wondered why. Cahil had skirted the plains on our trip to the Citadel, afraid of the Sandseeds even when traveling with twelve men. I guess he felt safer having a Master Magician accompany him. Either that, or Irys had insisted he leave his watchdogs at the Keep.
As we advanced farther into the plains, I realized that the surrounding grassland hid many things. Despite appearing flat, the terrain rolled like a messy blanket. I looked back the way we had come and couldn’t see the farmland. Clusters of gray rocks peppered the plains, an occasional tree rose up from the grass, and I glimpsed field mice and small animals darting away from Kiki’s hooves.
We passed a strange crimson-colored rock formation. White veined the single stone, whose top tier loomed above my head. The thick squarish profile of the structure reminded me of something. I scanned my memory and realized the rock resembled a human heart. The fact that I had recalled my lessons surprised me. Biology at Brazell’s orphanage had been my least favorite subject. The teacher had delighted in making his students sick to their stomachs.
When the light over the plains began to fade and the air chilled, the thought of spending a night in such an exposed place made me uneasy.
Catch up? Kiki asked.
Are we close?
The pungent smell of horses mixed with a thin scent of smoke. Through Kiki’s eyes, I could see a distant fire.
They stop.
I weighed my options. A night alone or the possibility of facing Irys’s anger if I joined her. Not used to sitting in the saddle for more than an hour, my legs and back ached. I needed a break. Kiki, though, could travel much longer. Pulling power, I projected my awareness, feeling for the overall mood of the campsite.
Cahil gripped the handle of his sword; the wide-open sky alarmed him. Leif lounged on the ground almost asleep. Irys—
Yelena! Her outrage seared my mind.
Decision made. Before she could demand an explanation, I showed her what had happened between Valek and me.
Impossible.
The word triggered a memory. You said the same thing when I reached out to Valek to help me against Roze’s mental probing. Perhaps there is something connecting us that you haven’t encountered?
Perhaps, she conceded. Come, join us. It’s too late to send you home. And you can’t go back to the Keep without me to help you against Roze’s wrath.
With that sobering thought, I told Kiki to find the campsite. She felt glad, though, when we reached Topaz. He grazed with the other horses near the camp.
I removed Kiki’s tack, rubbed her down and made sure she had enough food and water. Reluctance and sore muscles made my movements slow.
When I finally joined Irys in the small clearing where they had stopped for the night, she only asked me if I needed dinner. I glanced at the others. Leif stirred a pot of soup cooking over the flames. He wore a neutral expression. Cahil’s hand now hovered near his sword handle; he seemed more relaxed about the night sky. He grinned when he met my gaze. He was either glad about my arrival, or was anticipating the entertainment from the reprimand I was certain to receive from Irys.
Instead, Irys lectured Cahil and me on the proper way to interact with the Sandseed Clan members.
“Respect of the elders is a must,” she said. “All requests are to be made to the elders, but only after they invite us to speak. They don’t trust outsiders and will watch for any sign of disregard or any indication that you are spying on them. So don’t ask questions unless given permission and don’t stare.”
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