Dark Haven (48 page)

Finally, she propositioned him, even though she was twice his age. She wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. He felt trapped, but without a family, he was afraid.”

Anger tightened Alle’s voice. “That went on for a year. No one knew. Then Aunt Eadoin found out. She was just about to go to the king when Carroway took matters into his own hands. He tried to poison himself. He left a note, saying that he didn’t know how to escape and never wanted the affair in the first place. Tris found him; Esme healed him. Bricen was so angry that he summoned Lady Nadine and banished her from court forever. Still, the damage was done. You know how the court loves a good story.”

Macaria looked away. “That explains a lot.”

Kiara squeezed Alle’s hand. “I know all about that kind of gossip. Mother fought it all her life, and I saw the toll it took on her. Carroway’s right to be cautious. And since he has to keep his 410

distance, that makes you,” she said with a nod toward Macaria, “all the more important. There aren’t many people we can trust completely. You and the bards are the best source for what’s going on at court, what people are saying.”

Kiara shook her head. “I wish we knew who father’s spy was. He—or she—would be another ally”

Macaria looked up. “We think we know who all the other spies are—except for Isencroft’s.

Whoever your father sent is keeping a very low profile.”

“It worries me what’s being reported back to father,” Kiara said. “Malae’s death. The murders Mikhail was blamed for. Everything else that’s happened. Father has enough on his hands trying to break the divisionist rebellion. News like that doesn’t help.”

“Maybe that’s part of the plan,” Alle mused. “Maybe whoever’s behind the attacks wants the news to cause problems with Isencroft. We’ve been assuming they’re in league with Curane.

Maybe they really support the Isencroft rebels.”

“Or maybe there’s more than one group,” Macaria said. “Right now, we just don’t know. We’ve got to be careful.”

Kiara fastened the agate charm around her neck. “For starters, Fm never taking off the amulet again. I don’t know whether it would have helped today—but it couldn’t have hurt.”

“And just having guards outside wasn’t enough. We’re going to need to have one or two people with you at all times—inside the room.” Macaria added.

Kiara grimaced. “Fm afraid you’re right. We’ve got a battle of our own—only we don’t even know where the lines are drawn. Every time we leave these rooms, we need to have a defense, 411

and we need to be armed. We need to know where the doors are and where the guards will be. I don’t understand Margolan, but I do understand war. This is war.”

CHAPTER TWENTY‐SIX

“I don’t like it, but I don’t see another option.” Soterius said, leaning back in his chair.

“I agree.” Senne crossed his arms. “Fm worried about sending men down into the caves. It could be a trap. Even if it isn’t—there won’t be much room to maneuver.”

“There are men in my battalion who are miners. Caves are roomy compared to what they’re used to.” Tarq replied. “They’ve volunteered to be part of the advance troops, and I’ve sent a dozen of the best, plus my second in command, to go with Soterius. If we time it right, all of Curane’s attention should be focused on the assault against Fochlanimar.” He glanced sideways at Senne. “You do have your siege machines functional again—don’t you?”

Senne’s mouth pulled into a tight line. “They’re quite functional. We’re making a two‐part strike this time. During the night, we’ll send the vayash moru against the guards again. Tabok said the tunnels were spelled against vayash moru, so they couldn’t help Soterius. We’ll also put them around the battering ram throughout the night. Ashtenerath or corpses won’t bother them.

Neither will more of the ‘dark sendings.’ Come dawn, we’ll replace them with regular soldiers—

after we’ve softened things up a bit.”

“Latt and Fallon assured me that they’ve already sent ill humors to cause dysentery among Curane’s troops,” Tris replied. “Unpleasant, but effective. It should reduce Curane’s forces and 412

slow down their response.” He took a sip of brandy. “The ghosts came to me last night. They have a plan. They’ll make another attack from inside, timed to support Soterius. That’ll give Latt the chance to break the spells on the tower protecting the girl and her baby and let Soterius and his strike force through.”

Tris’s head hurt from an afternoon spent with the mages. It had taken a week after the last battle for Tris and the other mages to regain enough strength to hold their own in a fight.

Gauging from Curane’s silence, Tris doubted their foe’s mages were in any better shape. The Flow, which had been dangerously unpredictable before, was now even less stable. If Curane’s forces don’t kill us, our own magic might, Tris thought.

“Between the frontal assault and the tre‐buchets on the flanks, Curane won’t notice us until it’s too late.” Soterius said. “The tunnels come up right below the keep. If we can capture the girl and her baby, Curane has no choice but to surrender.”

Tabok’s ghost stood behind Soterius. “Unfortunately, after the last attack, Curane’s mages have spelled their war room. I can’t get in. I think they suspect that the ghosts are spying for you.

They’ve been careful not to discuss anything outside of the war room. But from what I do see, he’s confident. He’s got something planned, something big.” He sighed. “But I have some good news. The ghosts from the crypts beneath the city terrorized enough of Curane’s men that their commanders had to threaten them with scourgings to get them back to their posts.” He gave a cruel smile. “There, at least, we succeeded.”

“His blood mages are making amulets to dispel ghosts and hold off the vayash moru. Most are worthless trinkets. But some do carry power. He’s armed his key battalions with those charms, the ones manning the gates and the upper walks. His mages are showing the strain. The more desperate his mages become, the worse the lot of the villagers trapped in the walled city.

There’s plague down in the ginnels. Curane ordered a quarter of the city walled off to contain it. Others say his mages caused it, to spread it to your troops and kill with fever what his arrows can’t reach.” Tabok looked to Tris. “Curane won’t accept defeat. He’s not going to give in so long as there’s a man with breath to hold a sword. I’m afraid that the only way to defeat 413

him is to destroy every living thing inside that holding.”

“Can your land mage do something about the weather? If it stays this cold, we’ll be lucky not to freeze in our beds.” Palinn drew his cloak tighter around him despite the fire that blazed in the metal stove in the center of the tent. Outside, strong winds whipped the canvas of the tent and howled down the open spaces between the encampments.

“If she could, she would,” Tris said. “There’s worse weather coming—that’s why we didn’t want to put off the strike any longer. Snow and high winds. If this doesn’t work, it could be a while before we have the opening for another strike—and it’s a fool’s bet on whether our side or theirs will be more miserable waiting it out.”

“We’ll have pairs of mages with two of the attacking forces,” Tris said. “Fallon and I will cover the front. Beryal will back up Ana on the left flank—she’s not completely recovered from the last attack. Vira will handle the right flank. Latt will go with the strike force. That splits us up so that the enemy can’t get in a lucky shot and wipe us all out.” Tris looked at Soterius.

“Get your forces into position. We’ll move at second bells. They may not be expecting an attack in the middle of the night.”

“We’ll leave at dusk and be in position by the time you’re ready.”

Esme slipped inside the tent as Soterius and the generals headed for their troops. “A word with you, your majesty?” “What is it?”

“There’s a fever started among the men,” Esme reported. “Only a few cases so far, but it’s nothing I’ve seen before. One of the men was fine in the morning and dead by nightfall. He was coughing up blood. We’ve tried to keep the sick men from going back to their battalions, but with an attack coming up, they don’t want to miss the fight. I’m worried. If this attack doesn’t break Curane, if we’re stuck here for weeks or months, the fever could get ugly. Worse, if we 414

take it home with us to the city.” “Keep me informed. And if we didn’t already have all the reasons in the world to win tonight, we’ve got one more now.”

Soterius braced himself against the bitter wind. “I’m so happy we decided to do this before the weather got bad,” he muttered. A light snow was falling, and by the look of the heavy clouds, more would fall by morning. Behind them, the sound of battle echoed in the night. A sea of torches lit the way for the army as it made its attack on Lochlanimar.

“They should be in place by now,” Pryce, Tarq’s second‐in‐command, said.

“Let’s move.”

The soldiers pressed through the snow. It was almost as deep as a man’s knees, and Soterius knew it wouldn’t be any easier on the return journey. He had sent two scouts on ahead, and their tracks were already covered by the snow. The two dozen soldiers trekked in silence. Only a half moon lit their way. When it clouded over, Latt magicked a dim blue magelight, just enough to keep them from blundering in the dark.

Ahead of them loomed the foothills, and the entrance to the tunnels. They had walked for more than a candlemark, but the torch fire of battle still glowed on the horizon. Even at this distance, they could hear the distant thud of the battering ram.

“There it is,” Soterius said, pointing to the cleft in the foothills that matched Tabok’s description.

He surveyed the terrain. “Now where the hell is the signal?”

A lantern blinked twice.

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The scouts met them on a rocky hillside. “Where’s the cave entrance?” Soterius asked.

One of the scouts pointed to the ground a few paces away. What Soterius first took for a shadow was really a deep hole. “We explored as much as we dared. The path isn’t so bad at first, but then it slopes down. It’ll be tricky.”

Soterius nodded. “Tabok didn’t think we’d need them, but we’ve got ropes and harnesses, just in case. I’d feel better if he and a few of his ghosts were around to lead the way.”

Latt stepped closer to the cave entrance. She raised her hands, palms out, and closed her eyes for a moment. “Tabok’s right. I can sense magic down there. My guess is that someone’s placed runes to ward away the vayash moru— and the ghosts, too. I’d better be in the front—just in case they left us any other nasty surprises.”

Six of Tarq’s men led the way into the caves with Latt right behind them. Their torches sent flickering shadows across the rock walls. Soterius followed, then Pryce. Pell and Tabb, two of Soterius’s first recruits in the rebellion, walked behind him. The soldiers carefully made their way down the sloping cave entrance. Latt used her magic to assure that the pathway was solid, and to feel for openings in the rock around them. As the path led downward, deeper into the mountain, it grew even colder.

As the scouts reported, the path sloped steeply. Ice made it treacherous. Their torchlight glistened as it reflected from the sheets of ice that rippled down the cave walls and the crystals beneath. In places, the pathway led along the rim of chasms that even Latt’s magelight could not illuminate to the bottom. I never thought I’d want a vayash moru with me as much as I do now, Soterius “It’s slipping,” Latt warned. “I can’t hold it much longer.”

With a mighty heave, the men pulled Hoyt and Pell back from the brink as the path gave way completely. “Jump!” Soterius shouted to the men stranded on the other side. It was too late.

The path crumbled beneath their feet. The men pulling Hoyt and Pell scrambled as the walkway 416

dropped into the abyss, nearly taking Pell and his rescuers with it.

Rock dust filled the air, making it difficult to breathe. Hoyt and Pell collapsed, safe on the remaining stub of the pathway.

“That was too damn close,” Soterius said, wiping the grit from his face with his sleeve.

“Agreed,” Latt said.

“Are you all right?” Soterius shouted to the men on the other side of the ruined pathway.

“We’re all right, but we can’t reach you.”

“Wait for us. And keep an eye out. There were other passages that opened into that first room—

we don’t know where they went or what’s in them.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Can you find any of the sigils that are keeping out the ghosts or the vayash moru?” Soterius asked Latt, helping her to her feet. “Maybe if we could remove those, we could get some reinforcements.”

“I’m looking for them. Haven’t come upon any yet. They must be deep in the caves. But there’s something up ahead.”

thought. Goddess! I’d give a lot to have a few soldiers who could see in the dark.

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Twice, Latt raised a hand for the group to halt and tested the path ahead with her magic. Both times, a portion crumbled into the abyss, forcing them to slide single file, inching their way, around the collapsed sections. Soterius cursed under his breath as he scraped along the icy rock wall, glad that the darkness kept him from seeing all the way to the bottom of the chasm.

Behind him, a man screamed. Soterius turned just in time to see Pell lose his footing on”the slick rock. Too late, he scrabbled for a handhold as the pathway crumbled. Hoyt, another of Soterius’s men, dived to grab Pell’s wrist.

“Let me go! You can’t hold me!” Pell shouted.

“Pell! Hang on!” Soterius tried to work his way back toward where Pell clung to the rock. The narrow walkway was too crowded for him to back up, and he feared adding more weight to the crumbling path.

Hoyt slid forward and grasped Pell’s other wrist. “Let go! I can pull you up!”

Rocks began to fall beneath Pell’s feet. Latt turned, shifting her magic. The rockslide stopped.

“Pull him up. Hurry!”

The two men closest to Hoyt each grabbed one of his legs and began to pull. “Go!” Latt grated through clenched teeth. The walkway was beginning to shake, and a hail of small rocks began to cascade along the sides.

They had been walking inside the caves for at least two candlemarks. It was probably around tenth bells outside, Soterius guessed. Still long before Tris and the others would launch the main attack. Finally, the path leveled out.