“Now comes this,” Vulpan replied and bent his head again, this time horribly close to Lily’s neck, where several trickles of blood were traversing their manic pattern toward her collarbone. Slowly and lasciviously, Vulpan licked at Lily’s blood. Kirin closed his eyes, hoping that Vulpan would be done by the time he opened them.
He was. Kirin found their captor lingering over the sensation, his tongue licking his lips clean, his eyes closed and an expression of rapture on his face.
Lily reached up and wiped her hand over the wound, pretending to pat at the blood, but Kirin knew she was wiping away the wet memory of Vulpan’s tongue on her neck. For a moment Kirin felt a rise of nausea that had nothing to do with the potency of his magic.
“Delicious,” Vulpan admitted quietly. “Your blood is sweet and fresh, Lily. Thank you. I will never forget you.” He looked across to Kirin. “Your turn, Master Felt. Lily, you may go now.” She looked uncertain, glancing at Kirin, her anxiety plain. “Hurry up now, Mrs. Felt. Your husband will not be long and we can get you both on your way.” There was a firm tone of dismissal in his voice. Kirin nodded at her, his expression filled with encouragement and reassurance. It wasn’t as though they had a choice.
When the door closed behind Lily he turned to Vulpan. “Do you plan to lick my neck in the same manner, Master Vulpan?” he said conversationally.
Vulpan smiled. “No, that manner is purely reserved for pretty women, Master Felt. I am not an attractive man; I have known that all my adult life. And, disconcerting as it is, I have also come to accept that women find me…well, curious, shall we say.”
Disturbing, Kirin thought.
“And so I must take my opportunities to be close to women when I can,” Vulpan continued and gave a soft chuckle. “My apologies, Master Felt, that I took my opportunity with your wife. Your thumb will do nicely.”
Kirin kept his expression blank as he stood, surprised at feeling so strong, and held out his hand. Even though Lily was not his wife, he still felt outrage on her behalf. “I feel I should challenge you to a duel or something, Master Vulpan,” he said, as Vulpan unlocked the blade again, careful to ensure that a tone of amusement laced his words. “I fear, however, that I am in no condition to make any challenge to anyone.”
“Indeed.” Vulpan sliced into Kirin’s thumb. “Do you know what I find most interesting about your wife, sir?” he asked as he squeezed the cut causing it to bleed freely.
Kirin shook his head, revolted by the thought of what was about to occur.
“She tastes different than all the Vested women I’ve experienced,” Vulpan explained before pulling Kirin’s hand to his mouth and sucking the bright blood.
Kirin’s stomach turned as the warmth of the man’s mouth closed on his thumb. “Am I supposed to be impressed by that?”
Vulpan closed his eyes, carefully tasting Kirin’s blood and presumably storing the memory of that taste away. He returned his gaze to Kirin. “Thank you. No, you shouldn’t necessarily be impressed, but I should be intrigued…and I am. I shall take care to mention it.”
Kirin schooled his expression not to falter. “Is it that interesting? How is she different?”
“In a unique way, actually.” Vulpan licked his lips as though remembering the taste. “There is a common element to the Vested women. I can’t explain exactly what that is but I can taste it. I taste it in you, too, but in a different way. That particular quality is, however, lacking in Lily.”
Kirin forced himself to shrug casually. “I can’t imagine why, though I rather like the idea that she is unique.” He frowned. “Mention it to whom, by the way?”
Vulpan grinned and Kirin saw his own blood still staining the man’s teeth. “Why, the emperor, of course.”
Kirin found Lily in the kitchen, just finishing a bowl of creamed oats.
“I had to eat something,” she admitted, “I was feeling so sick after that encounter.”
“Didn’t do much for me either,” Kirin replied.
“You look so much better, though.”
“I feel it. Lily, we must go.”
“Yes, I realize but—”
“No, now.”
A man entered from the back door and smiled at seeing Kirin. “Ah, you must be Master Felt. I am the cook here. Can I get you something to eat? Your wife has paid attention to my offer and helped herself.”
Kirin forced a smile. “No, but thank you. We’re in a hurry to be gone actually, but if I may, I would be grateful to grab some food to eat on my journey.”
Lily frowned at him in query but Kirin shook his head.
“Of course,” the cook replied. “We have some delicious fresh goat’s cheese and I’m sure you can smell that the bread’s already baked for the day.”
“Thank you, that’s what’s making my belly grind, I’m sure. Come, my love, we must check on the horses and be away quickly.”
They waited only long enough for the cook to tie up some bread, cheese and figs into a square of linen. “Here,” he said, “drink this cup of milk as you go to the stables.”
“You’re very kind, Jole,” Lily said and took the food. Kirin added his thanks with a smile and a nod before taking Lily’s arm and all but dragging away.
“It seems you can charm any man you wish.” He ignored her look of surprise. “How do we get out of here?” he growled.
“This way,” she said, pointing. “What’s going on?” When he scowled at her, she followed up with: “I mean, other than the obvious.”
“I’ll tell you once we’re on the road. Hurry.”
Mercifully for Kirin, the horses were ready and they didn’t see Vulpan again, although Kirin suspected he was watching them from one of the many windows. Kirin didn’t look back, urging his horse forward, knowing Lily had no option but to match his pace. He had them galloping the moment they were out of sight of the town’s entrance.
After a time of determined galloping, he veered off the main road, heading east. He allowed his horse to slow and Lily to draw alongside him. She said nothing as she caught her breath, waiting for him to break the difficult silence that suddenly hung between them. Buying time, Kirin slowed his horse further and reached to untie the food. He offered Lily some bread.
She shook her head. “Are you going to tell me why we’ve left the road to Brighthelm?”
Kirin chewed slowly. “Let me eat something quickly and then I’ll explain everything.”
Lily waited while he took this chance to formulate how to tell her what needed to happen next. He wasn’t hungry; his appetite was lost but he knew he had to eat and after swallowing all the bread and half the cheese, his belly felt full. He wrapped up the remains and put them away. “We’re on the road to Camlet,” he began.
“So I gathered.”
“I don’t plan to go to Camlet, I’m just trying to find the next village or town that has a priest.”
She frowned. “A priest?” Then she grinned. “Oh, I see, to wash away the taint of Vulpan with holy water. Then I want him to bathe my neck with it because—”
Kirin cut her off. “No, I need a priest so that he can marry us.”
At first Lily stared at him. He knew she was likely running his words through her mind to be sure she had heard right. Finally she pulled at her horse’s reins, stopping it. “Marry us? You and I?”
“I wasn’t planning on wedding one of these horses,” he said, hoping sarcasm would cover his self-consciousness.
“I can’t marry you,” she said, and he winced at the horror in her voice.
“Nevertheless, you must.”
“Kirin, I am to be married in the next moon or so,” she gabbled. “I am to be the wife of Kilt Faris. This is…this is ridiculous.”
“Is it?”
“Well, isn’t it?” she demanded. Even angry she was attractive, Kirin decided, noticing the splash of color at her cheeks, the way she flicked her hair and how her voice had deepened. “I mean, we’re strangers!”
“Indeed. But perhaps yo
u should have thought of that before you made claim to be my wife or accepted the dangerous and frankly idiotic mission to play spy for your husband-to-be.”
“Kilt didn’t expect all of this to occur,” she snarled. “And I was in a bind.”
“And now you’re in a bigger one. Vulpan knows you’re not Vested. He doesn’t understand how this can be, or why, but he senses a ruse. He plans to mention the discrepancy to his superior, who happens to be the emperor. Would you like to imagine how that conversation might go?” Kirin shook his head. “Loethar knows I am not married. I left the palace barely days ago as a single man. So that combined with Vulpan’s suspicions…we cannot risk Freath and myself. We are the only allies to Valisar in the palace and now that we know Leonel lives, we have all the more reason to protect him.”
“When we were talking before you confessed you weren’t sure the fight was worth it,” she accused.
He nodded. “That’s true. It’s one of the reasons I left Freath alone to meet with your intended husband. I still believe that Loethar is making a good fist of ruling the new empire and I needed some distance from our struggle to work out whether fighting him in this way is wise. But since meeting Vulpan, I realize Loethar is still overly concerned with manipulating power. He wants to control the magic Vested in our land through our people. One person alone should not have that sort of access or control. Freath is right; even though life is more than tolerable now, we should still attempt to return the Valisar line to the throne.”
“Vulpan scared you that much?”
“Vulpan is evil, Lily. You know it, you felt his touch. I looked within him; he craves power. He wants to be indispensable to the emperor. His talent is unique—I’ve never heard of such an uncanny ability—but because he strikes me as an individual with few scruples, he is also dangerous and frightening. If Loethar grants him too much power, who knows what the repercussions could be. He knows us now and he also knows one of your band, so you’d—”
“What do you mean?”
Kirin shrugged. “I’m sorry, I should have mentioned this before. That’s why Freath and I came north; to warn Faris that whichever man was recently wounded he is now known to Vulpan and thus to the emperor.”
“Lo save us!”
“What?” Kirin demanded, staring at Lily’s graying face, her hand clasped over her mouth. Then it dawned on him. “The king?”
She nodded, unable to speak.
“Vulpan has tasted King Leonel’s blood?” Kirin clarified, hardly daring to believe his own words.
“It was an arrow wound, a chance encounter. Jewd got him away; though the wound was hardly a scratch, it was not life-threatening either.”
“Oh, but it is!” Kirin spat. “Vulpan now knows him.” He looked away from her, dismayed and anxious. “But Freath will know this by now so he will take measures.”
“What can be done?”
“I don’t know. That’s why Vulpan is so dangerous. He’s in this area now because he’s scouring the midlands, sweeping north until he recognizes his man.”
“And he doesn’t even have to know his face.”
“That’s the true darkness of his skill. Once he has tasted you, he doesn’t forget. He doesn’t even have to taste you again. It’s as if he can smell his victims.”
“What are we going to do?”
“I don’t know. But right now we have a more pressing problem to solve. If your Faris is sensible, he’ll remove the king to a safe place, perhaps beyond the empire.” He ignored Lily as she shook her head. “But if you and I are going to survive long enough to see Leo on the throne, we must marry.”
“Kilt will never forgive me.”
“Faris will be lucky to attend your burial, Lily, if you don’t marry me.”
She looked shocked and he was relieved—at least she was finally grasping the importance of what he was proposing.
“But what shall we say? No one’s going to believe us. Least of all Kilt Faris.”
“This is not about Kilt Faris! You can tell him what ever you wish. What we have to worry about is what we tell the emperor.” He urged his horse forward. “Come on, we can talk as we travel.” Reluctantly, Lily joined him. “We shall have to say that I have known you since I was very young. Let’s say we lived near each other on Medhaven—that’s where I grew up.”
“But I’ve never been there.”
He shrugged. “Can’t be helped. Loethar already has on record that Medhaven was my home when I was a child.”
“And if they check up on me?”
“We’ll cross that bridge if we reach it. So now let’s get our stories right. We’re about the same age, so it’s feasible we played together as youngsters. My father was a fletcher. He’s dead now. How about yours?”
“My father, when I last saw him, was a leper but also a talented herbalist. I have no idea whether he’s dead or alive.” Kirin heard the emotion in her voice.
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Are you?”
“That you don’t know whether he still lives? Of course I am. Why don’t you know more about him?”
“It’s a long story, Kirin,” she said, sounding suddenly weary.
“Well, we’re going to be husband and wife. I need to know everything I can about you.”
“I don’t know if I can do this.”
“We have no choice. When all is done and Leonel is king, you can divorce me. Until then, your decisions affect my life.”
“He’ll never forgive me,” she repeated. Kirin made a dismissive gesture, but Lily persisted. “No, you don’t understand. Kilt is a man of his word. He’s intense in a way I find hard to explain. He will see this as betrayal and forgiveness for a betrayal of this level is impossible.”
“If he can’t forgive you, Lily, he can’t love you enough.”
She stared at him, a mixture of indignation but also injury on her face. “How dare you.”
Kirin shrugged, unyielding. “If you were mine,” he said softly, “and you told me about the life-threatening position you found yourself in, in which the only way to protect your life was to marry a stranger, I think I would find it within my heart to forgive you. No, I know I would. And I barely know you.”
Lily had no answer for his response. He could see the battle on her expressive face; offense was at war with how touched she was by his tender admission. Not another word passed between them until Kirin broke the awkward silence some time later.
“I see smoke. We must be approaching a village.”
“Possibly Hurtle, although I’ve lost my bearings,” she offered. Though her voice was tight he could tell she was making an effort.
“Lily, I know this is asking a lot of you but when we arrive we’ve got to look and act like lovers. You know, in the full bloom of love.”
She nodded, but said nothing.
He persisted. “What ever I do, I will do purely to protect our disguise. Once we’re behind closed doors, I will not touch you, I promise.”
“How decent of you,” she said, her sarcasm biting.
“I’m sorry.”
She turned to him, apology on her face. “It’s not your fault, Kirin. It’s mine. What’s more, you’ve already saved my life once, and here you are doing it again. I’m being ungracious. My father would be ashamed of me. I’m ashamed of me. I’m the one who is sorry and I will try hard, I give you my word.”
“Well, that sounds like a good place to start,” Kirin said, trying to inject some brightness into his voice. “Tell me about your parents. I’d like to know as much as I need to know.” He looked at her, meeting her eyes straight on.
She frowned as she regarded him. “Why are you staring at me like that?”
“Yes, I suppose I should have mentioned it. I find myself blind in my left eye.”
“What?” she exclaimed.
“The price one pays,” Kirin said matter of factly.
“Blind, because of your magic, you mean?” Lily asked, aghast now.
“I’m afraid so. It’s been threatening to go for years and now it finally has.” He gave her a rueful smile. “It’s a relief, really. Now I don’t need to fight it anymore. Perhaps that explains to you, though, my reluctance to use my power.”
“I had no idea,” Lily said, her voice shaking.
“Why should you?”
“I’m sorry, Kirin.”
“Don’t be.”
“But it’s my fault,” she said, her distress intensifying. “You gave your sight for my life.”
“I have another eye,” he dismissed. “Now tell me about your father.” At her distraught expression, he added, “Please, Lily, don’t make this harder.”
“All right,” she agreed hesitantly, though it was obvious she was struggling to ignore his revelation. “My father’s name is Greven. I haven’t spoken about him to anyone in many years. I’m not even sure whether to speak as though he is alive.”
Kirin listened as Lily sloughed away years of silence about her family, and sensed a melancholy settle around her like a shawl, until they were both enveloped within it.
Fourteen
Greven stared dully at the bloodied stump that his arm had become. He was quietly weeping. Piven had gone about the painful business of cauterizing the wound by heating up the axe head and while Greven had still been in shock had placed the hot iron against the stump, sealing it.
Greven had shrieked and then fainted.
When he’d come to, Piven had regarded him with only love in his eyes. “I won’t heal this one, Greven,” he explained gently. “My instincts tell me it has to remain this way. That’s why I used the flames rather than magic to close the wound.” Greven had not responded, so Piven had continued, ripping up linen as a makeshift bandage. “This will have to do until we can get to the next town. I’ve rubbed it all over with merkin-leaf, so no infection should penetrate immediately.”
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