The Traitor Queen (35 page)

“Well, that’s one less thing to worry about,” Tyvara muttered. “Now we only have to deal with
them
.”

Following her gaze, Lorkin looked past the queen’s shoulder to see that he hadn’t been imagining it: the street beyond was
blocked by another crowd several paces away and marching rapidly closer. Sunlight glinted off jewelled jackets.

All those gemstones. I wonder
… Lorkin thought.
Did the Ashaki of the distant past decorate their clothing with magical stones? Has the tradition persisted though the knowledge
of stone-making was lost?

Though only moving at a walk, the two armies seemed to rush towards each other. Lorkin realised his heart was racing.
This is it. Either I’ll be alive at the end of this, or not. Curse it – I was going to contact Mother
. All around him, Traitors were reaching into their vests for the first stones.
Too late now
. Taking a deep breath, Lorkin did the same, taking one strike and one shield stone. As Tyvara moved to the queen’s right
side, he stepped up to take his place on the left.

The gap between the two armies shrank from a few hundred paces to less than a hundred. The Queen held up a stone, ready to
strike. The Speakers did the same. Looking at the enemy, Lorkin saw the determined faces of the Ashaki. Saw the scowls of
hatred and the grins of anticipation. He saw the king and his blood went cold. The old man regarded the invaders of his city
with a haughty stare.
I’d like to personally smack that look off his—

At some signal Lorkin did not catch, both sides attacked. He could not tell who struck first. One moment the space between
the armies was charged with expectation, the next it sizzled with magic. He automatically pressed on the shield stone and
felt it activate and bounce against that held by the queen and the Speaker to his left until it settled between them. Savara
was attacking, but Tyvara only held her strike stone at
the ready, as she had instructed him to do. They would join the battle later; for now they were to protect the queen.

Both sides had come to a halt. Lorkin fought the urge to flinch away from the dangerous forces streaking between them.
They did not even attempt to address each other
, he realised.
Not even to throw insults
. According to history books, leaders of armies always invited the enemy to surrender. Not this time.

It’s not that the Traitors and Ashaki believe the other side would never accept. It’s because they aren’t offering. Each side
means to eradicate the other. To kill every last Traitor or Ashaki
. He shivered.
Even the Ichani offered to let the Guild give in and avoid a battle
.

Not striking meant he had the opportunity to watch. The Ashaki stood unmoving, whereas the Traitors were in constant motion.
He had been fascinated by the method of battle they’d developed and was keen to see it in action. The queen and Speakers remained
at the front and he and Tyvara stayed as the queen’s protectors. The rest of the Traitors formed columns behind the Speakers.
As each reached the front they moved to stand beside a Speaker. If they took a place to the left of the Speaker, they shielded
the front line; if they moved to the right, they used a strike stone. When their stone was depleted they retreated to the
end of the column to let others have their turn.

This ensured that most Traitors weakened at the same rate, and that most stones were used before the magicians of the army
began using their own store of power. It was much easier to respond quickly to abrupt and unexpected attacks with personal
magic than with stones, so it was held in reserve.

Warning shouts came from behind. Lorkin looked back. Something was going on to the right of the Traitor army.

“What’s happening?” Savara asked.

Traitors in the columns to the right were calling out to each
other. The ones closest turned to relay what they were hearing to Tyvara. Lorkin caught snatches of their report.

“Attack from the right,” Tyvara repeated. “Seven Ashaki. All dealt with.”

Lorkin saw Savara smile in relief and satisfaction and felt a small surge of triumph.

The Ashaki are fools if they think we’re not ready for this sort of attack
.

“Lorkin,” Tyvara hissed.

He turned to see her frowning in worry. She jerked her head and flicked her eyes back towards the Traitor army, at the same
time silently mouthing a word. His blood went cold.

Kalia
.

Twisting around, he searched the faces in the columns behind her, but saw no sign of the woman.
Maybe Tyvara saw someone who looked a bit like Kalia. No, she doesn’t not look at all doubtful. So where is Kalia?

Not behind Tyvara. He turned to look at the Traitors behind him and his heart turned to ice. Kalia was just a few steps away,
slipping into the closest column where a Traitor was distracted, fiddling with his vest. Lorkin gasped out her name, drew
magic and threw up a shield behind himself, Savara and Tyvara. It bumped up against another, and he realised Tyvara had already
done the same.

“Kalia?” Savara said, her voice full of surprise. She turned to face the woman. Traitors stared in surprise as their leader’s
attention shifted from the enemy. Strikes burst against Savara’s shield, but she seemed unconcerned as she faced Kalia. “What
are you doing here?”

Kalia looked around at all the faces watching and paled. “I came to help.”

“I gave you an order,” Savara reminded her, an edge of annoyance and forced patience in her voice.

Kalia paused. The battle raged on. The air before Savara vibrated as the attack on her shield increased, the Ashaki hoping
her distraction was a sign of weakness. The Traitors stepping up to fight did so without hesitation, while those who retreated
did so a touch slower, eyeing Kalia and the queen with interest.

“But you need every—” Kalia began.

“I need you to follow orders.” Savara’s tone and expression were cold now. “How do expect to regain our trust if you will
not do what you are told?” She turned away. “Go to the back and stay there.”

As Kalia retreated, Savara leaned toward Lorkin.

“What is she thinking?”

He concentrated. As before, he picked up few words, but disappointment radiated from her. Not the annoyance or anger of a
foiled plan, though. Kalia’s sense of failure was laced with fear and shame. Dislike still filled her, but not murderous intent.

“I don’t think she was planning anything,” he said.

Savara nodded. “Shield me.”

“Already am,” he heard Tyvara say quietly. “Someone should go back and keep an eye on her.”

Savara shook her head. “No. It is us she hates. She will not deliberately harm other Traitors.” Her gaze was fixed on the
Ashaki. She took a step forward. A moment later the Speakers followed suit. Looking ahead, Lorkin saw some of the Ashaki shuffle
backwards. A ripple of excitement went through the Traitors.

Savara chuckled. “Either they’re weakening, losing confidence, or are leading us into a trap.”

“What do we do?” Tyvara asked.

“See which one it is,” the queen answered. “It’s time you made use of your strike stones. If we spot a trap and you suddenly
start striking, we’ll warn them that we know what they’re up to. I’d rather leave them guessing whether we’ve noticed it for
as long as possible.”

Smiling, she took a longer step forward, and then another.

A
s Skellin’s fingers touched Lilia’s forehead she could not help flinching away. He reached for her again, his eyes boring
into hers.

“If I think you’re delaying, or you cause me pain, my mother will cut your friend’s ears and nose off,” he growled.

Heart racing, Lilia lowered her eyes.
And once I do, he’ll want more. He’ll threaten to hurt her until I’ve taught him everything. Then he’ll kill us both. I may
as well stick with my plan. If I fail, at least we’d get the pain and dying over with sooner. But I will have to be quick.
Give him no time to react
.

Reaching out, she grabbed his wrists as if to stop him, then let him press his hands to her temples. Taking a deep breath,
she closed her eyes, gathered enough power to smash through a strong shield and sent it out from her right palm in a stabbing
forcestrike.

She felt the barrier beneath her fingers part under the unexpected and finely focused attack.
It worked!
Surprised, she started drawing power, relying on the paralysing effect to keep him from struggling or speaking. With his
back to Lorandra, hopefully she wouldn’t notice.

His grip on her head loosened as the weakening effect of
black magic took hold, but she held his hands in place. Opening her eyes, she sent magic out to stop him sinking to the ground.
He stared back at her, his pupils wide with anger and fear.

Yes. Fear me
, she thought.
This time you’ve underestimated your victim. Too eager to get hold of what you want
.

But she must not underestimate him, either. Or his mother. Right now Lorandra was more of a danger than Skellin. She would
notice something was wrong eventually, and she still had the knife at Anyi’s throat. Lilia felt a pang of doubt and slowed
her drawing of power. She did not know how long it would take to strip away most of it, and she needed to decide what she’d
do once she had.

I must protect Anyi before Lorandra realises I’m draining Skellin
. She turned her head slightly, so that she could see Anyi, and extended her senses and magic. Somehow she must place a barrier
between the knife and Anyi’s skin without either of them noticing. Concentrating on drawing power and using it at the same
time was challenging.
Kallen should have taught me to do this
…

Her magic encountered a resistance.

A barrier! Lorandra’s barrier. It can only be hers. Skellin can’t use his power
.

At once she knew she’d made a mistake. Lorandra frowned.
She knows I shouldn’t be doing anything with magic. Skellin would stop me
. In horror, she watched Lorandra’s eyes widen with realisation, then narrow with fury.

Lilia drew power and sent it out toward Lorandra even as the woman’s hand moved. Red burst from Anyi’s throat.

No!
Lilia let Skellin fall. As Lorandra’s barrier shattered she caught Anyi and pressed her hand to the girl’s throat. Blood
poured between her fingers. She wrapped herself and Anyi in
a shield, lowered her friend to the deck and sent her mind into her body.
Close!
she commanded of the rent tubes that carried Anyi’s blood. Healing power poured from her, knitting together flesh. The tubes
became whole, the muscle repaired. Hope rushed through Lilia, but as skin melded to skin she loosened her grip on Anyi’s throat.
Was I fast enough? Did she lose too much blood?

Anyi lay still, her eyes staring at the sails and sky above them. Her face was pale. Her lips blue.
But she’s alive. Heart beating. Still breathing. Alive but
…

A scream burst from somewhere close by. Startled, Lilia turned to see Lorandra getting up out of a crouch, Skellin at her
feet. He, too, was staring at the sky. Lorandra turned to face Lilia. At the fury twisting the woman’s face Lilia instinctively
strengthened her shield, but no strike came.

Instead the air before Lorandra rippled. Lilia felt heat and caught an impression of skin and cloth darkening to black. Flames
flared, outlining Lorandra’s form. The woman shrieked, staggered backwards and toppled over the railing.

Stunned by the image still burned into her mind, Lilia could not move for a moment. Then she realised the crew around her
were shouting, and objects were raining down from above. Sails. Rope. A wooden beam bounced off her shield. Something was
destroying the ship’s rigging. Probably the same something that had struck Lorandra. Straightening and stretching her neck,
she looked around and glimpsed another vessel, a purple-robed figure standing at the helm, approaching from the other side
of the ship.

“Lilia?”

Catching her breath she looked down at Anyi. The girl’s eyes were open. Lilia’s heart leapt with joy and relief.

“You’re alive! You’re alive.” Lilia lay down next to Anyi and pulled her close. “How are you feeling?”

“Awful. But not as bad as I think that bitch is – if she’s still alive.”

“You saw that?”

“Yeah. Thought I was dreaming.” Anyi’s lips were still tinged with blue. She frowned. “Is Skellin dead?”

Lilia looked over to the Thief, lying still a few paces away. “He looks it, but he could just be exhausted. Either way, he
can’t harm us.”

“Do me a favour and check.”

Looking around, she saw that the crew were giving them a wide berth. Reluctantly, Lilia got up and walked over to Skellin.
His face was locked in an expression of pain and surprise. He wasn’t breathing. Touching him, she sensed no energy within
him.
Deader than dead. But I hadn’t finished draining him when Lorandra cut Anyi’s throat
. Remembering how she had drawn power in order to break Lorandra’s shield, she realised where she had drawn it from. She’d
defeated Lorandra with Skellin’s power.

Lilia looked over the railing. She had expected to see Lorandra’s body floating nearby, but there was no sign of it. She returned
to Anyi and sat down. “Yes. He’s dead. The Guild isn’t going to be happy about that.”

Anyi made a rude noise.

“Not because of roet,” Lilia said. “They wanted to find out who his allies are, especially those in the Guild.”

“Don’t worry,” Anyi scowled. “Father will find who they are.”

Lilia’s breath caught in her throat.
She doesn’t know
…

Anyi’s eyes went wide. “He … he wasn’t pretending, was he?”

Biting her lip, Lilia shook her head.

A look of pain creased Anyi’s face. She swore. But as Lilia reached out to embrace her, Anyi shook her head, her face hardening.
“Time for that later. We still have a lot to do, and we can’t let … Father made sure what was done to his family made him
stronger, not weaker. I have to be strong, too.” Anyi pushed herself up onto her elbows, but her face went even paler and
she sank back down again.

“Rest,” Lilia told her. “You’ve lost a lot of blood and your body needs time to make more.”

“How long will that take?”

Lilia shrugged. “I’m not sure. A few days, maybe.” She smiled sadly at Anyi’s grimace of impatience.
I fear it’ll take a lot longer for her heart to mend than her body, though
. “You need food and water. Rothen will be here any moment.” She craned her neck to see that the other vessel was drawing
alongside the ship.

Anyi nodded. Looking around, Lilia spotted the tattered clothing she had been wearing. “I should get dressed.”

“Yes. Why did Skellin make you strip down to your underclothes?” One of Anyi’s eyebrows rose. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“Just making sure I wasn’t carrying a knife.”

“Sounds strange, a magician worrying about knives when people who carry knives usually fear magic, but I guess black magic
turns things around a bit.”

“Not any more.” As Anyi frowned, Lilia shook her head. “I’ll explain later.”

—
Osen? The battle has started. I can hear sounds and flashes of light several streets away
.

—
Can you see the fighting?

—
No. What about Dannyl?

—
He contacted me to say they’ve arrived at Achati’s place, but I’ve heard nothing since then. The house is on the parade, so
they’ll only see the battle if the Ashaki have to retreat
.

—
Do you want me to try getting closer?

—
No. Stay where you are. Keep the ring on. Dannyl is sure to put his on soon, and I suspect having both of you wearing rings
will be a bit … overwhelming, though Naki’s mind-read-blocking ring appears to be protecting me from your thoughts
.

Sonea looked down at the other ring on her finger. She hadn’t told him about slipping away from the house that the Traitors’
guards had told them to stay in. If all went well, she wouldn’t have to.

The Traitors are only worried that we’ll interfere. So long as I don’t, I think they’ll forgive me for wanting to know what
happens to my son
.

The trouble was, she was no closer to seeing Lorkin than she had been earlier. She was going to have to rely on Dannyl to
show her what was happening. And he wouldn’t be able to, if the Ashaki didn’t fall back. If they didn’t it would mean they
were winning.

Not for the first time that morning, she felt anxiety rising up like a suffocating wave. Taking a deep breath, she pushed
it away and weighed up her options. Could she get a little closer, without putting Regin in danger or the future relationship
between the Allied Lands and Sachaka?

From the roof of Achati’s house Dannyl could see the city spread around him, but mostly it was a view of rooftops. He could
guess at where the battle was, however. The rumble and crack of strikes impacting on shields or stone echoed across
the city. Smoke billowed up from a building at least a thousand paces away, flashes of magic constantly brightening the cloud’s
underbelly.

“Do you think Achati’s slaves will be all right, if the Traitors win?” Merria asked. “Or will they be killed for remaining
loyal?”

“I fear the latter is more likely,” Tayend replied.

“Could we protect them?”

“You will have to ask the Guild. Dannyl?”

“Soon,” Dannyl replied, not taking his eyes from the distant signs of battle. “Osen will be with King Merin and the Higher
Magicians. I don’t want to distract him again until there’s something to report.”

But that wasn’t the only reason Dannyl was hesitating. Once he put Osen’s blood ring on he would have to push aside all thought
of Achati, and he wasn’t sure how long he could keep that up.
Especially when Merria and Tayend are talking as if the Traitors will win
.

“They’re getting closer,” Merria said.

No
, Dannyl thought, looking at the cloud of smoke.
It’s no nearer. Achati is safe
. But was Lorkin? He felt a pang of anxiety, then a bitterness.
As Tayend said, no matter which way this goes, something bad will come of it
.

“I think you’re right,” Tayend replied. “The flashes were lighting the underside of the pillar of smoke before. Now they’re
lighting
this
side of it.”

Dannyl’s stomach sank as he saw Tayend was correct.
Maybe the Ashaki will gather their strength and regain ground again. Maybe the Traitors will run out of magic
.

His companions were silent for a long time as nothing else happened to indicate any change in the battle. Then a building
halfway between the parade and the distant smoke cloud sank out of sight. The boom and rumble followed a heartbeat later,
then dust billowed up. Merria gasped. Tayend muttered a curse.

“Maybe this isn’t the safest place to be,” Tayend said in a thin voice. “If they get this far.”

“We’ll be fine,” Merria said, the waver in her voice betraying her lie. “We’ll just levitate away.”

“I guess I should stay close, then.”

“We should all stay close together,” Merria agreed.

As the pair moved to stand on either side of him, Dannyl glanced at them, amused that they should be drawn to him for protection.
It made sense that Tayend would. Though Merria was a magician, Dannyl had been close to Tayend for a long time. But Merria
should have the confidence of knowing she could protect herself.

Dannyl looked out towards where the collapsed building had been.
Unlike me, being caught up in the fight is the last thing Merria wants. But me … I wish I had some excuse to help Achati.
Even if just to ensure he survives should the Ashaki lose
…

“They’re here!” Merria exclaimed.

Dannyl’s heart plunged as he saw people running out of a nearby side street. All men, all wearing Ashaki garb, some coated
in dust. They stopped when they reached the parade, forming a line one, then two, then three deep across the street entrance
as more Ashaki emerged to join them. He estimated there were about a hundred of them.

“Is that King Amakira?” Tayend asked.

Dannyl narrowed his eyes. An older man stood at the centre, but many other grey-haired Ashaki were in the line and it was
impossible to identify which was the king. From
streets on either side spilled more Ashaki. Perhaps they had tried to circle around and attack the Traitors from behind. Whatever
they had done had not weakened their enemy enough, though. The edge of the Traitor front line was moving into sight. Their
strikes were driving the Ashaki back. Men at one edge of the line stumbled back and fell. They did not rise again.

The Ashaki in the line struck in unison, and the Traitors retaliated. At once, holes began to form in the defensive wall of
Ashaki. The line thinned as men stepped into gaps to replace the fallen. At a distant shout the defenders began to retreat
rapidly, no longer striking, concentrating all their efforts in shielding.

They’re losing. They’ve lost. Unless they’ve put something in place at the palace
…

“Dannyl,” Merria said.

“What?” he asked, then felt a flash of guilt at the sharpness of his tone.

“Osen’s ring?”

Dannyl cursed, then apologised, as he fumbled in his robe for the blood ring. Taking a deep breath, he slipped it on his finger.