The Void of Muirwood (Covenant of Muirwood Book 3) (4 page)

Hetaera’s Mark

M
aia held Suzenne close, soothing her friend as shudders rippled through her body. The encounter with her father’s emissaries had shaken them both, but Suzenne appeared to be more affected. Maia had been in dark, threatening places before. A kishion had nicked her ribs with his knife, promising coldly to spill her blood if she used the kystrel against him again. A Myriad One had used her body as its own. She had endured many hardships in her life. For the past several years, Suzenne had lived in the cloisters of Muirwood, protected from the unpleasantness of the diseased kingdom around her.

“I have never been so frightened,” Suzenne choked back her tears. “Never have I felt such . . . blackness. How did you have the strength to stand against him? I quailed!”

Maia stroked Suzenne’s hair and hugged her. “I have faced worse. They were odious men. Caspur was affected by my words. I could see it in his eyes. But the others are quite hardened.”

“Ugh,” Suzenne moaned. “I feel sick. The Myriad Ones were here. You could feel them . . . sniffing about us like we were dead flesh to vultures. It was disgusting.”

“It is over,” Maia said. “They are gone.”

Suzenne straightened, brushing some of her hair over her ear. “The difference between this city and Muirwood . . . It is almost too vast to describe, like comparing noon with midnight, but Maia, there is no peace here. Even in the daylight, it seems as if the sun were veiled. What a horrid feeling.”

Maia nodded in agreement. “I have often wondered what it would be like to live in Assinica, where they know nothing of war. I cannot imagine it, to be honest. And think of the shocking transition the Assinicans will have to make when they come to our realm, chased by the Dochte Mandar? Suzenne, how will they endure it? Yet perhaps they are our only hope.”

Suzenne nodded in agreement. She looked slightly calmer, but her eyes were still anxious. “Will they kill us?” she whispered, gripping Maia’s hands.

“I think . . .” Maia paused before continuing, wanting to soften the blow without lying. “If the Medium wills it . . . perhaps. Yes.”

Suzenne swallowed and bit her lip. “Do you . . . think it is the Medium’s will?”

“I do not know.” She stared down at their entwined hands. “When I left Comoros for Dahomey, we reached the shores that are still cursed by the Blight. I kept hearing whispers that said it was the land where death was born. Back then, I thought it was the Medium speaking to me. And it seemed to suggest that I would die there.”

“But it was not the Medium,” Suzenne said, perplexed. “You wore a kystrel. It must have been the Myriad Ones who spoke to you.”

“Yes, I think so,” Maia answered, but a nagging little doubt remained in her mind. “Whether or not that is true, I have suspected for years that I might die before my time. When I was younger, I learned to read, knowing that if my ability were discovered, I would be put to death. When I went to Dahomey, I feared I would not survive the journey. When I went to Naess, I believed the Dochte Mandar would kill me because of the mark on my shoulder.” Maia sighed tiredly. “I suppose I have been dreading it so much, it would not surprise me if it happened. The Medium gives us the results of our thoughts. Perhaps I have served my purpose by restoring the Apse Veil.” She frowned deeply, keeping her gaze lowered. “For some of the things I have done, I deserve to die.”

Suzenne shook her head violently. “That is not true, Maia! You are not accountable.”

“But I still carry the consequences,” she replied, and began pacing again and wringing her hands. “I
destroyed
an abbey and killed its Aldermaston. I cannot help but feel awful about it, despite the circumstances. And what of my marriage! My husband is not a maston. I wanted to marry one to preserve the lineage of my Family, as we were taught as children. Yet Collier and I were married by the customs of the Dochte Mandar. I have done everything wrong.” She sighed again. “I cannot kiss my husband because of what I am . . . and I cannot even say what I am because the Medium binds my tongue. And Suzenne, even if I were innocent, it might not help. The Medium did not protect my mother from dying. Nor did it protect Dodd’s father or his brothers.” She came to a stop before Suzenne and glanced up into her eyes. “Yes, I am sorry I brought you with me. I should have come alone.”

Her eyes moist with tears, Suzenne reached out and hugged Maia fiercely. “I am afraid, Maia. But I made my vows to the Medium in the abbey. If this is how I can best serve, then so be it. Perhaps Dodd and I will join his siblings in Idumea tomorrow. At least that is possible because of you. And Maia, I would have come with you even if I
knew
that would be our fate.” She pulled away enough to look deep into Maia’s eyes. “You inspire me, and you have made me a better person by your example. Do not lose hope, Maia. If we die, we die together. Friends, if not sisters.” She punctuated her comment with a timid smile.

Before meeting Suzenne, Maia had never had a friend her own age and sex. Staring into Suzenne’s eyes, she felt the warmth and compassion that had always been denied her. It was not hollow or false. This was true friendship. “Thank you, Suzenne. I am sorry if that is our fate, but I appreciate you more than you know. Having you here with me gives me the courage to face anything.”

Suzenne smiled, then hugged her again.

They sat at the one spare table in the room and spoke for hours after that—about Muirwood and how the Leerings had helped save the abbey. About the men they loved. And even though the cell was cold, they soon forgot the chill. For a while, it felt like they were back at the Aldermaston’s manor in Muirwood, talking late into the afternoon.

Captain Trefew came for them after sunset.

They had just finished their simple meal, so Maia assumed the footsteps belonged to their jailor, come to remove the dishes. But when the jailor opened the door, he was accompanied by Trefew and five soldiers, each heavily armed. The captain had a leer on his face, a look of delight and savagery that turned Maia’s stomach.

“Bring them,” he ordered two of the guards near him.

“Where are you taking us?” Maia asked, her stomach churning with panic.

“Not to the gallows, if that is what you fear,” he answered smugly, the light in his eyes making her worry all the more. “Soon, though.”

“Where?” Maia pressed.

Trefew chuckled and motioned for the guards. Each was a salty man, very rugged in appearance—fair hair and blue eyes indicated origins in Naess. They wore the uniform of the king’s guard, but bore the slovenly appearance of dungeon keepers.

One of them grabbed Maia by the arm, his grip painfully hard as he dragged her from the cell. Suzenne received the same treatment from another guard, and they were paraded down the hall in front of the other cells. Because of the sunset, there were torches—no Leerings—to light the way. She smelled spoiled meat and sickness, which not even the heavy pitch smoke could quite conceal. The soldiers marched them down the hall toward a cluster of six more guards who awaited them in front of a closed door.

“Suzenne! Maia!”

She jerked her head toward the sound of the noise and saw Dodd straining at the bars of his cell, his eyes wide with fury and concern. Manacles secured his wrists and ankles, and the metal cuffs jangled and echoed throughout the tower. His shirt was stained and scuffed and his dark hair was sweaty and tousled. He pulled against the solid bars, trying to achieve the impossible and shake them loose.

“Do not fret about your lady friends,” Trefew said, pausing at the bars. His expression twisted with malicious glee. “That one is your lass, is she not? A beauty. We will handle her gently for you. Rest assured.”

“If you touch her . . .” Dodd warned savagely.

Trefew laughed in his face. “What, Maston? Will you raze the tower walls with your powers? Wilt me like a dried reed?” He spit in Dodd’s face suddenly, his smile melting into hate. “We will treat them kindly. The Aldermaston wants them checked for certain
marks
.” Maia stiffened, and a sickening feeling wrenched her stomach. “I am sure they will oblige us willingly enough. Now back in your corner, whelp.” He reached through the bars and shoved Dodd back with his hand. Dodd did not fall, for he was sturdily built, but his nostrils flared with rage and he clenched his hands into fists.

The group of soldiers continued to pull Maia and Suzenne down the hall.

“Take Deorwynn’s two brats into the girls’ room,” Trefew ordered some of the guards. “We will bring up the two gowns after they have disrobed. They will not be coming back up here tonight.”

“Yes, Captain,” one of the soldiers said. He marched over to another set of cells near Dodd’s, where Murer and Jolecia hung back from the bars. As the girls were pulled out of their prison, Maia caught a glance from Murer, whose face was ashen and whose dress was of a far lesser quality than the last one she had seen her wear. Their eyes met, and Murer looked both humbled and pitiful.

The guards at the end of the hall opened the door, and Dodd let out a groan of impotent rage, the sound of which was silenced as the thick wooden door was thrust shut behind them. Maia felt the mewling of the Myriad Ones all around them in the dark confinement of the corridor. The soldiers were grim faced and silent. Trefew walked ahead of them, his expression turning wary at every intersection. Finally he paused before a door, tapped on it gently, and then waited as the lock was opened from the inside.

Maia glanced at Suzenne, and saw that her friend was white as milk with fear. Her own stomach twisted with dread as she imagined the humiliation they would be forced to endure. The door opened, leading to another hallway in the mazelike keep. Leerings provided the only illumination in the darkened corridor, and Maia was tempted to extinguish them all, but she decided not to risk antagonizing her captors further.

“Here we are,” Trefew said with a hint of anticipation in his voice. They had turned a corner, and Maia was hopelessly lost. She did not recognize this part of the grounds at all. The walls were dank, the crevices riddled with scum, and there was a damp, musty smell in the air. The pathway led them on a downward slope, and several more guards awaited them below.

“Cannot be too cautious,” Trefew said to Maia conspiratorially. “There are rumors the King of Dahomey has spies at court. You will be moved all night to foil any attempts he might make to rescue you. But mastons like to go without sleep, eh?” He winked at her. “Consider it a vigil, my pious prisoner. This way.”

The door was unlocked and opened to a small stone chamber with no windows. It was another cell, much more isolated and stark than the last. There was no cot to sleep on, no table to sit at—not even the smallest of comforts or conveniences. It was wide enough to fit a dozen men, but most of the guards waited outside. Only Trefew and the two who gripped her and Suzenne entered. The door was closed and locked behind them. A Leering, set into the ceiling, was the only source of light.

Trefew walked across the room and then tapped on the stone wall with his dagger hilt. After a moment he whispered something that Maia could not hear. The stone swung inward to reveal a Leering on the other side carved to resemble a man in great pain. The eyes in the gouged, worn face glowed orange, and Maia shuddered.

There was another room beyond, in which Maia immediately recognized Aldermaston Kranmir and his mushroom-shaped black hat. He was standing, for there were no chairs.

“Come in,” Kranmir said smoothly, gesturing for them to enter. The room was lit by several lanterns and two Leerings. The thought of being in the same room as him made Maia’s skin crawl, and she started with surprise when she realized Lady Shilton was also present. Her cheeks flaming, her eyes puffy with tears, Lady Shilton looked abashed to see Maia. The grieving look aged her. Seeing the woman who had tortured her for so long caused a visceral reaction in Maia—a stab of fear, dread, and indignity.

There was a dark, twisted feeling in the room, and though she could not help but tremble, Maia steeled herself to face what would come.

After their escort released them, Maia entered first, followed by Suzenne.

“You will not be harmed tonight,” Kranmir said coolly, “if you cooperate. If not, Captain Trefew and his men will compel you. Lady Shilton witnessed this same . . . procedure when her own granddaughters were questioned. Do not think she will show you any more favor than what they received.”

Maia stared at the ground. She knew what was coming. Her heart panged with regret for ever having touched that accursed kystrel.

“Remove your gown, Lady Suzenne. You will be examined first.”

Suzenne shot Maia a look of abject terror and quailed.

Kranmir’s eyes narrowed. “Captain?”

“With pleasure,” Trefew said jubilantly, stepping forward.

“Do not touch her.” Maia blocked his path. “I will help her.” She gave Kranmir a look of loathing, but he seemed unaffected by it. Suzenne shook with fear as Maia stripped away her girdle, then tugged the lacings of her gown loose and helped her remove it. She wore the chaen beneath, protecting her modesty, but Suzenne’s cheeks were beet red with mortification to have disrobed before so many men. Maia gathered up the bundle of clothes and turned to Kranmir.