The Dark God: Servant Part 36
"A prize for hair, one for shoulders, for hands, for eyes, one for every significant part."
"That sounds like a lot of prizes," said Talen.
"You took one," she said.
So perhaps she was simply tired. Perhaps that explained her demeanor. This was going far better than he had ever hoped. "So what is my claim?"
He waited and when she didn't speak, he asked, "You're not going to tell me?"
"Talen, things have changed. You should probably not come around anymore."
She said it with kindness, but his discomfort at her rejection left him fumbling for a response. He motioned at his clothing, knowing it wasn't the reason why. "I know my sodden appearance leaves much to be desired"-he tried a jest-"Next time, I'll dress down for the occasion."
"Talen," she said then looked past him at the door to the stables. Her eyes widened a bit.
"What's going on here?"
Talen turned. The gla.s.s master stood with his hands on his hips. Talen had met the gla.s.s master when Uncle Argoth had introduced them last spring. He'd complimented Talen on his aim with the bow, but today the man had a hard look that suggested to Talen there was probably no helpful question that would ease this man into a conversation.
"Zu, your daughter was showing me her fine saddle. We were talking in the courtyard."
"Atra," he said and waved her out.
She turned to Talen and curtseyed. "I'm sorry," she said. "I hope your mule was well-watered." Then she scurried out and slipped past her father.
"I want you off my land."
"I was hoping to get your help," said Talen.
"I don't care what you were hoping."
"Zu," said Talen.
But the gla.s.s master folded his arms.
Talen nodded. And walked past the gla.s.s master and out of the stable.
"Zu," said Nettle. "We need your help."
The gla.s.s master said, "Your uncle is a great man." He turned to Talen. "And I've never had anything against your da. But it's clear you need to stay to your own people. Atra's too expensive for you, even if you were to be adopted by your better half. Now, I need you to leave."
Better half? Talen's initial humiliation now turned to anger. "You know what's down in Whitecliff has nothing to do with me." He pointed at Nettle. "Do you see his ear? I've been falsely accused of slethery. Him of aiding. We're here to ask for an escort. If you won't do it for me, then do it for Argoth's son."
The gla.s.s master shook his head. "I've got my own household to protect."
Talen looked past the man's shoulder and saw Atra glance at him then enter the house. He turned back to the gla.s.smaster. "Sleth blood does not run in Koramite veins. It does not run in mine."
"I didn't say it did, boy."
He stared at the gla.s.s master, but it was clear the man was not going to budge. He'd judged Talen by mere a.s.sociation.
"Thanks for the well water," Nettle said.
"I wish I could help," the gla.s.s master said. "But there are sleth running about. I cannot spare a man."
He could, but he wouldn't. "Good day, Zu," Talen said. Then he walked over to Iron Boy, took him by the halter, and turned the wagon around. Someone stood at the front window of the house. For a moment he thought it was Atra, but it was Elan flapping her hand at him with that simple grin on her face.
Talen waved once. He would never be able to afford a girl like Atra. He probably couldn't even afford even Elan, and it wasn't because of the money.
He climbed up on the wagon seat next to Nettle, and they rode out of the yard. When they turned into the road, Talen let out a heavy sigh.
"You can't listen to people who make gla.s.s," said Nettle. "What do they know?"
"They know who they want their daughters to marry. They know that it was a Koramite in Whitecliff."
"You didn't learn anything back there, did you?"
Talen had learned plenty. He'd learned that Koramites would never rise as long as they protected and hid the bad elements among them. He'd learned that no matter what he did, his blood would drag him down. He'd learned that the sleth woman had stolen from him, stolen from them all. Talen flicked the reins and started Iron Boy walking faster.
First he's beaten by villagers who know him. Next he's attacked by hunters and accused of slethery. Now this. It was clear would only get worse. There was only one way to turn things around. He had to prove in some way that what that woman did was not a Koramite thing, that evil did not run in his blood.
He'd told the gla.s.s master he had nothing to do with sleth. And yet he himself was falling into the trap, hiding the bad elements.
"I'm going to turn in those hatchlings," said Talen.
"You do," said Nettle, "and you start the wheels of your own doom. They'll pry the fact that your da hid them out of that little blind one. What then?"
"Look," said Talen. "We wouldn't hide a thief or murderer; why then should we hide sleth, which are both? There's got to be some way to deliver them and preserve ourselves."
"There's only one way to do that," said Nettle.
"And that is?"
Nettle gave Talen a sober look. "Dead. You'll have to deliver them dead."
28.
Alliances THE SKIR MASTER Rubaloth stood on the portico, the sun-warmed marble under his naked feet, the warm breeze washing across his legs and bringing the sulfur scent of the hot mineral pools. Behind him in the chamber, the Lord of the Fir-Noy, the one they called the Crab, lay on a couch trying to gather his wits.
"Pour him another cup of the tea," Rubaloth said to Leaf, the dreadman who was his guide.
Rubaloth had just performed a seeking and then a minor binding on this man, forming a link between the Crab and an escrum, a weave that would allow them to communicate over distances. Such bindings initially disoriented the one bound, making him dizzy and stupid. However, Rubaloth did not have the time to let this man sleep it off. It would take a few days for the binding to cure completely, but that didn't mean it wouldn't be useful before then.
Leaf picked up the tea. Rubaloth heard him fill the cup again.
"This is a bitter brew," said the Crab.
Rubaloth did not reply. He waited for the clink on the platter that would signal Leaf had returned the empty cup. Rubaloth had been cold the whole time on the sea and rummaging through this man's mind made him feel filthy. He ached to submerse himself in the hot water that lay at the end of the marble path.
"So what is it you want us to do?" the Crab asked.
"I want you to find out all you can about this Captain Argoth. Where his family is from, his business dealings, the types of foods he eats. I want to know if he has a regimen of exercise."
"Exercise, Great One?"
"I want to know what he puts in his body and what comes out. You'll dig in his privy. You'll search his pantry and root cellars. Anyone who uses the lore needed to eat certain foods to keep the body from wasting. They needed to exercise in a certain way to prepare the body for the moment of quickening."
"Do you suspect him?"
"I suspect everyone, Clansman, including you."
"Argoth's sister married a Koramite," said the Crab. "There are a number of us in the Council who have never trusted him."
"You will provoke nothing," continued Rubaloth. "He must know nothing. His wife must suspect nothing. You will take action only upon my command. And that will come through this minor binding."
"What about questioning the Koramite?"
"Your tower is not secure. You'll move him immediately. Far from Whitecliff."
"Yes," said the Crab.
"Do not touch him." If the Koramite had anything to do with the rebellion here, if he had any secrets, Rubaloth would seek them out himself. He did not want to risk incompetent men killing or damaging the man.
"You do not want us to press him?"
"What did I just say?"
The Crab bowed. "Please forgive my stupidity, Bright One."
"Be faithful over these few things and you shall be made ruler over many. Fail me, and you will be cast aside like rancid meat."
He heard the Crab rise. His voice slurred slightly. "My heart is given to Mokad," he said.
His heart was given to Mokad only because he saw that as his path to glory. Rubaloth felt that clearly during the seeking. He also felt nothing to suggest the Crab was part of the cabal that had murdered Lumen, which meant such ambition could be used.
"Prepare yourself. Wait for my command to use the weaves I've given you."
"Yes, Bright One."
Rubaloth turned the screw one last time. "I expect great things from you. Remember, the Glory is searching to replace Lumen. He is looking to raise one or two as Candidates. It is . . . not impossible for a man of your experience and talents."
The Crab bowed even more deeply. "I will not disappoint you, Bright One."
Rubaloth dismissed him and let Leaf walk him out. When Leaf returned, he asked, "Do you trust him?"
"I trust his ambition," Rubaloth said. He took a breath, satisfied with this part of his plan. "Where's Uram?"
"He's coming, Bright One."
Moments later the sound of studded sandals echoed down the hallway and stopped in the room. "My Lord?" said Uram in his pleasing voice.
Rubaloth said, "Argoth must come to the ship willingly. That is your mission. If he tries to escape, subdue him, but avoid killing him at all costs. When we're out to sea, I will be more comfortable pressing him. But not a moment before. Defer to him, treat him as you would a lord."
"May I respectfully suggest that we do not know the enemy's size or strength. Will it not be safer to take him directly to the ship, Bright One?"
"Safer, yes, but also less effective. This enemy is a serpent, Captain. The moment it feels threatened, it will attack or flee. And so we shall give it no cause for alarm. When he's cut off from all help and all prying eyes, I shall crack his mind like a nut. In that moment, surprise will be on our side. We will know his secrets. And if he is sleth, then I will direct our allies here to quickly and quietly move on them all."
"Yes, Bright One."
"You may go, Uram. I will see you on the morrow."
Rubaloth turned to Leaf. "Now our part. We cannot let a pack of traitors think we are uneasy, can we?" He held out his arm for Leaf to take and turned to the pools. "Have you brought the wine?"
"Yes, Bright One. I have also arranged for a young man to work the knots out of your back."
"Excellent," he said, and then they walked out of the chamber and down the path arm-in-arm. At that moment a clamor arose ahead, punctuated by screams.
Rubaloth felt for Leaf's mind so that he might see more clearly in the world of flesh what he saw in the world of soul. Had they underestimated the enemy?
Through Leaf's eyes, he saw a number of knee-high, red-faced beasts run across the path. A troop of green and white clad servants ran after them with sticks and stones.
"G'alls!" he exclaimed. "Woodikin?"
Leaf drew the sword he kept at his side.
The beasts ran up the hill on his left and disappeared over the top with many screeches. The servants followed, throwing rocks and ringing bells.
Another servant carrying the wine walked along another path as if nothing were happening. Leaf called to her. "Hoy, what is this?"
The servant bowed deeply. "Monkeys, Zu."
"Monkeys?" said Rubaloth.
"Yes, Bright One, we must be ever vigilant to keep them from the baths."
Rubaloth shook his head in disgust. "What Lumen saw in this land I will never know." He released his hold on Leaf's sight. Using Leaf's eyes was not something he wished to do often, for after long periods of soul walking a man could lose himself, leave his body and not return. And so he continued with Leaf to the pool and soft steams, seeing them as they were in the yellow world.
Argoth sat upon Courage, his tall black warhorse, sandwiched between five dreadmen who rode ahead and five who rode behind.