Kate Elliott - Shadow Gate

Another glanced at Eliar. 'If you worship at the temple.'

'I will worship at the temple.'

They nodded, made their parting gestures, and took their leave.

Keshad got the men moving. Eliar waited perhaps four breaths before he began poking.

'What was that all about? What temple? Why do you think they were asking about outlanders in Olossi? Do you think we should return to Olossi to warn the captain?'

'Now, there's a fruitful idea. Naturally we can easily outpace trained soldiers racing at night out of the empire armed with numerous weapons and a string of remounts. Who may perhaps be on their way into the Hundred to assassinate Captain Anji. So when they catch us hounding their trail, they won't just kill us outright, do you think? I don't either.'

lWhy do you dislike me? What have I ever done to you?'

'Nothing.' And then, because he couldn't speak the truth, he ate his anger and went on in a tight voice. 'I apologize for my bad temper. This expedition means everything to me.'

Everything.

Eliar's gaze drifted to sharp peaks so majestic that one might believe gods dwelt there, if one believed in gods. What Eliar saw in the crags and white-cloaked spires, Kesh could not guess, but when the young Silver frowned and looked back, his shoulders were taut and his expression scarred with something akin to grudging respect and a kind of weary pain. 'Aui! How Miravia would love this! It's noble of you to risk everything to aid your sister.'

'Yes, it is.'

Flakes of snow spun past, and the rest of the company plodded steadily behind as they pushed down into the empire, where fortunes might be lost or won.

A fortune he would win, to use for unselfish reasons, not selfish ones. Unlike Eliar, he would risk everything to save a sister. His own. And now Eliar's. He would save her even if she never thanked him for it, even if that brief look they had shared in the inner court had meant nothing to her. Let others ride into Olossi on the trail of Captain Anji, if that's what those men were: spies, Red Hounds, assassins. Let others argue for prominence in the city council, guide the temples, or stand in authority over the reeve halls. Kesh had his eyes set on a far more precious prize, the one Eliar had already selfishly traded away.

Miravia.

'What's your name?' Mark asked.

The spy stared morosely into the campfire, cradling his left forearm on his right. They'd been traveling downriver along Istri Walk for days, and the man had remained silent the entire time.

'Easy enough to find out his name,' said Hari as he untied the pouch of food they had commandeered from a passing patrol.

'He need tell me nothing,' replied Marit tartly. 'What do we have to eat? I'm hungry.'

'We're better served to drink at the altars. That's what keeps us strong, and young.'

'A fountain offering youth? Think you so?'

'It's what they tell me. It might be true. Or it might be a ruse to keep me returning to the altars, where they can spy out my movements.'

'Good man,' said Mark to the spy, who had maintained an intense interest in the fire. 'You're listening, and pretending not to. If you're truly a spy for Toskala, then I hope you go to Clan Hall and report all you've seen and heard to the Commander.'

'I'm no spy,' he muttered to the fire. 'I was walking to visit my sister in High Haldia, after hearing there was troubles in the north and worrying about her and her young ones.'

If death, the release of the spirit, tasted sweet on the air, then a lie burned, like too much red-cap scalding the tongue. Anger was sour, and hope bitter, and what joy or happiness tasted of she did not know since she'd met with little enough in the last months.

'Don't lie, ver,' she said, not unkindly, 'because you can't lie to me. Here. Can you eat?'

He could not grip the rice ball, so she broke it off in portions and fed him, and his gratitude and suspicion spiced the air as Hari paced at the edge of the fire's light. She walked into the darkness to him.

'Why do you run at Lord Radas's beck and call?'

'Because they're the only ones who can free me.'

'Release you, you mean? How would they manage it, if it takes five to destroy me?'

His shadow was made substantial by the twilight glamour of his cloak. 'I don't know. I only know it can be done, for there was a frightened woman wearing the green cloak when I first woke, and now that cloak wears a man. Not a bad sort, precisely, not vicious or cruel like the others, but there is something about him that creeps me.'

The spy had looked up, maybe trying to listen.

'Careful,' called Marit, 'or I'll guess your secrets.'

The spy looked away.

'When he falls into the hands of our masters, he'll betray you, and then they'll know your true intentions,' said Hari in a low voice. 'If this campaign against them is what you truly intend.'

'He can't possibly hear us from over there. Anyway, I want no part of an army that strings folk up by their wrists, leaves them to

rot and die, and calls it a cleansing. One that burns villages, abuses women, and locks down High Haldia like a jail. Fear is their master, not Lord Radas.'

'Lord Radas's pleasure is fear. That's why he commands the army.'

'Who commands Lord Radas?'

'She is very old, although she doesn't look it. What she is truly, I do not understand.'

'But she wears a Guardian's cloak.' She thought of the night she had watched a woman walk out of the forest and, without touching them, kill two reeves. 'A cloak of night, spanned with stars. She — whoever she is — and Lord Radas discovered how to kill Guardians, and then took their cloaks for their own. Find out how to kill a Guardian, Hari, and tell me, and then I promise you, if it's still your choice, that I will release you if it is in my power. After I have destroyed them.'

'You'll never manage it.'

He walked farther into the night, until she could not see him. Trees sighed in a wind out of the south, running up the river from the distant ocean, carrying the promise of more rain. They had camped on a stretch of beach where a bend in the river had led the current to undermine the far shore and smooth this one. Thorns bristled in plenty to shelter them from patrols, and stands of smoke tree and northern pipe separated them from the Istri Walk, a screen against prying eyes.

She walked back to the fire.

Without looking up, the spy said, 'Folk are saying the Guardians were murdered. That demons took their place for the power they could wield.'

'It's an explanation,' she agreed.

After a while, he spoke again. 'My name's Miken. Toskala's council sent me and four others to spy out Walshow, but I was caught in High Haldia. I don't know what became of the others. It's true I have a sister in High Haldia. That's why I went there.'

The truth stings.

She looked away, reaching for the bag of provisions. 'You want more rice? Maybe some wine to wash it down?'

LWhy did you save me?'

He had a cautious gaze, and she found that if she struggled to

draw an imagined curtain between her and him, his thoughts did not overwhelm her. He had nice eyes, but his face was thinned with hunger and hollow with the pain he still endured from the aftermath of beatings and then the final hanging, for he'd told his captors everything and they had laughed at his weakness.

'I was a reeve, once. In my heart, I'm still a reeve.'

He indicated Hari's presence beyond the light. 'What about the outlander?'

'Listen, Miken. You can go free now, make your own way. You can travel with us, pretend to be my prisoner or my hireling. We're headed for the army. I'll try to get you back into Toskala, but there's no guarantee I can manage it.'

'I'll never know if it's true or not, what you're saying.'