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The whole business of announcing Ghezu's dishonorable expulsion from the Brotherhood went a lot more smoothly than Lijou had anticipated. He was surprised to find how many of the senior, and some of the junior staff, supported the change. Kha'Qwa wasn't. With the help of Rhyaz as a stand-in for Ghezu, Lijou was now in sole charge of the Guild pending the appointment of a new Warrior leader.
Meanwhile, Kusac and Garras' chase after Ghezu had proved fruitless. Throughout the building and the surrounding area, an intensive search was mounted, but the Brotherhood's Warrior Master had vanished. General Raiban was not impressed when she heard the news. The search was immediately augmented by her people from the Forces, who also relieved them of Zhaya and his three accomplices.

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For all her grumbling about medics and physicians, Noni had done very little for Kaid, mainly reassuring herself that his life was in no danger. She had him loaded onto a floater, then taken by aircar to her house.
"Garras, you and Dzaka are coming with me. Get in. The rest of you folk can stay away," she said from the doorway of the aircar before it took off. "You'll only clutter up my place. I need peace and space to work. You can see him tomorrow."

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Several Brothers were relocated to ensure that Carrie, Kusac and T'Chebbi were found rooms as close to Lijou's as possible. Left high and dry as they were without any further news on Kaid's condition, it was some time before any of them was able to settle down for what remained of the night.

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Despite the knowledge that the cottage was almost better guarded than Stronghold, Dzaka and Garras camped out in Noni's livingroom cum kitchen, determined that if Ghezu was still in the area, he'd get nowhere near Kaid again.
While he slept, with Garras' help, Noni had Kaid washed down with a special potion of antiseptic herbs.
"His back's healing," she said, gently testing the scabs. "But whoever caused these wounds knew what he was doing."
"Kusac said he'd been stunned on full immediately before being flogged," said Garras grimly. "I want not only Fyak, but the one who used that whip."
"Don't you go sinking to their level now," warned Noni as she sat back in her chair, gesturing for him and Dzaka to turn Kaid over.
"I'll do what I have to, Noni," he said, gently easing his friend over onto his back.
"His back'll need massaging," she said, leaning forward to spread a clean cloth over the bedding beside her. Carefully she moved Kaid's damaged limb onto it.
As she gently felt over the swollen surface of the hand before working down to what remained of the little finger, Kaid began to mutter and twitch in obvious pain again.
"Hold him still," she ordered Garras. "I don't want him moving this hand while I'm working on it." She leaned closer to Kaid, beginning to croon to him as she carefully explored the extent of his injuries.
" 'Tis all right, lad. It's just old Noni. Rest easy, you're safe now."
As he began to quiet, she moved on to the next finger, taking it carefully by the sides and feeling along its length.
Again Kaid began to moan, trying to move his hand free but Garras held his arm firmly down.
"This one's shattered," she said, shaking her head as she moved to the next one. "A clean break here, Vartra be praised. Pass me the dish and those swabs on the table, Dzaka. I need to soak the blood off him before I can see how bad that stump of a finger is."
Dzaka released Kaid's shoulders and got up to fetch the shallow tray of antiseptic from the table.
Lifting his hand carefully, Noni immersed it in the greenish-colored liquid, gently dabbing at the injured fingers and the stump.
"Hold his arm again for me, Garras."
Gradually the water became darker as the blood began to dissolve from the matted fur.
"The towel," she said, lifting Kaid's hand out and letting the worst of the water run off back into the tray.
Garras handed it to her and, lifting the tray, passed it to Dzaka.
"Why did Ghezu do this to him?" Dzaka demanded, voice thick with suppressed fury as he returned from replacing the dish on the table. "Why torture him like this?"
"Have done with that anger, brat," snapped Noni as she gently dried Kaid's hand before replacing it on the cloth. "You should know better than to project in the company of telepaths! Didn't they teach you anything in that bird's nest up there?"
"Sorry," he muttered, flattening his ears in apology, tail twitching with embarrassment. "But how can anyone be callous enough to systematically smash someone's hand like that?"
Garras looked up at him. "You're a Brother and you ask that?"
"That's different," said Dzaka defensively. "We don't use torture. When we have to kill, we do it cleanly, without causing unnecessary suffering."
"There's many wouldn't differentiate between us and him, lad," Garras replied, turning back as he felt Kaid's arm twitch under his grip. "And yes, some of the Brothers know how to use torture, but not crudely like this." He looked over at Noni again. "Can you save the third finger?"
"Maybe, maybe not. It needs to be cut open and the bigger pieces of bone fitted back together. Once that's done, I can try healing it. It depends on how many large pieces are left. This needs cutting too," she said, indicating the stump. "It's been burned to seal the wound. It needs a pad of flesh and skin over the end, else the bone will keep cutting its way through. The third finger's easy. It just needs setting. The rest of his hand's intact, thank Vartra! It's only secondary swelling."
She sat back, closing her eyes and rubbing her temples. "Garras, I've changed my mind. You get that Ghezu for me. Get him good," she said, her voice harder than he'd ever heard it before. She put her hands down and opened her eyes, looking straight at him. "A person as brutal as him doesn't deserve to be treated any different."
"I'll get him, never fear, Noni."
"I want him too, Garras," said Dzaka.
Garras glanced up at the youth, seeing the bleak look in his eyes and the set of his ears. "We'll get him together."
"Dzaka, lad, brew some c'shar for us, please. I could do with a drink before I start cutting those fingers."
Dzaka nodded and went over to the old stove.
In the silence that followed, Noni gave a small cackle of laughter. "I forgot you young ones can only use dispensers! Garras, tell him what to do while I get my implements. When you're done, get some of that anaesthetic of yours from your bag of tricks. He'll need to be deep under for longer than I can keep him with my herbs alone."

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Early the next morning, Kusac and Carrie arrived at Noni's to see Kaid. A strong antiseptic smell greeted them. They shared a worried glance before entering.
Noni and Garras were sitting at the table drinking c'shar. Dzaka lay curled up asleep in an easy chair.
"Early rising for you, late night for us," Noni said as Carrie came over to the table and Kusac continued to hover uncertainly in the doorway.
"How is he?"
Noni sighed. "Better. He's sleeping off my butchery."
Garras stirred, looking up tiredly at her. "Hardly butchery, Noni. You did a good job."
"Well, we'll see," she said. "Fetch yourselves a drink."
Kusac stepped over to the bed to look at Kaid. He lay sleeping on his side. His right hand, heavily bandaged, lay above the covers. Though now clean and free of the matted knots, his pelt was still dull. Glancing at Noni, Kusac said, "He looks bad."
"Huh! If you think that's bad, as well you didn't see him last night," she said.
Dzaka uncurled himself from his chair and stretched. "I'll get you both a drink."
"Thanks," said Carrie, sitting down.
"You just want to show off, now you can work my range," snorted Noni, glaring at him above her mug.
Dzaka's mouth opened in a faint grin.
"That's better," she said approvingly. "He's not going to die, lad. Keep that long face for those that need it. He doesn't."
Kusac joined them. "How is his hand?"
"Not as bad as I first feared," Noni admitted. "Only three fingers had been damaged. One was a straight break; one, as you know, had been removed and the wound badly cauterized; the last— well, we don't know yet. Garras and I spent most of last night taking out tiny splinters of bone and try-ing to rebuild what was left. If it starts to knit in the next twenty-six hours, I can encourage the growth of new bone to reinforce what's left. Luckily the joint wasn't damaged. He might even be able to use it again when it's healed."
"You found out what happened?"
"Mostly," said Garras. "What he couldn't tell us, we pieced together from his injuries."
"He was conscious last night?" asked Carrie.
"Unfortunately, yes. He came round not long after we operated on his hand. It took some time for the analgesics to work, he was feverish, and ... he talked," sighed Garras, putting his mug down. "We were up with him all night, until a couple of hours ago."
"So what happened?" asked Kusac, glancing up at Dzaka with a nod of thanks as a mug of c'shar was placed in front of him.
"No. Tell us about his other injuries first," said Carrie, putting her hand on Garras' arm.
"His back's healing cleanly. With any luck, his pelt will grow back normally, leaving no scars. Likewise the rope cuts round his wrists. The ones on his face are superficial." He looked over at Noni, waiting for her to tell the rest.
"They used a drug on him, one that confused his senses. It was while he was under the effects of it that he managed to appear to us," said Noni. "It's one of those off-world ones, just as that physician said last night."
"How did he manage to come to us?" asked Carrie.
"I've no idea," said Garras. "He certainly hasn't. Part of the problem last night was that he didn't believe he was here. He was afraid to sleep lest he wake up back at Stronghold."
Kusac turned round to look over at Kaid again. "He looks peaceful enough now, Vartra be praised. How did Ghezu get hold of him?"
"We assume Ghezu made a pact with Fyak concerning supplying him with weapons and drugs if he would place a watch on Khemu's home. Kaid was supposed to be taken and handed over to Ghezu. It seems Fyak had other plans for him. He wanted Kaid to train his troops."
He stopped to take another drink from his mug. "The medic at Chezy kept Kaid unconscious there for two weeks while his arm finished healing."
Dzaka made a small noise of apology.
"When he recovered, he agreed to train Fyak's troops in the hope of gathering enough evidence against Ghezu before escaping, only he was found out. As you already know, Fyak had him flogged after personally shooting him with a neural stunner on full power."
"The pain must have been indescribable," said Carrie quietly.
"It's a wonder he survived it," said Kusac. "L'Seuli says he passed out several times. Then Ghezu came for him and he was taken to Stronghold, where he was tortured again." Kusac's voice was full of suppressed anger.
Garras nodded. "From then on we have a fair idea of the sequence of events, not the dates. Ghezu overdosed him with a drug that caused him to hallucinate. It was supposed to react to his state of mind at the time and alter his sense of reality. It also enhanced his senses, adding to his mental confusion. Each dream was experienced as if it were real and just as he began to believe it was, he was flung into another. It was during one of his semi-lucid periods that Ghezu took him into the interrogation room. Kaid made the mistake of assuming it was another dream. He had no way of knowing that a great deal of what had happened was real, that somehow he'd actually physically been to the places he thought he was dreaming about— like the Shrine when he saw you, Carrie."
"Was it bi-location?" asked Kusac.
"You'd know more about that than I would. There was no one with him to tell us if his body remained in the room at Stronghold while he talked to Carrie at the estate."
"Why did Ghezu torture him? Surely it wasn't all because of Khemu?" asked Carrie.
"Yes, and no," said Garras. "He wanted the codes for your estate security. Once he knew that Dzaka really was Kaid and Khemu's son, he wanted him dead. He also wanted you two dead so he could control the remaining mixed Leska pairs. With you gone, he knew the others would have to remain members of the Brotherhood. Kaid refused to tell him, so Ghezu began by cutting off one finger and, when he still refused, he went further, smashing two more fingers, probably with the pommel of his knife. Kaid said that's when he realized it wasn't a dream. Which is why he didn't believe you and Noni when you sent to him yesterday." He stopped, looking from Kusac to Carrie.
"You were right when you said Kaid was going to try and force Ghezu to kill him."
"But I told him we were on our way!" said Carrie.
"You weren't here last night when he was convinced that at any time, without warning, he'd find himself back with Ghezu. Believe me when I tell you that after seeing what he went through last night, I'm not surprised he has problems knowing what's real. I want Ghezu," said Garras, his eyes becoming as hard as glittering stones, and his voice dropping to a low snarl. "I want to rip him apart piece by piece till nothing remains."
"Do you think Kaid knows he's safe now?" asked Carrie, filling the ominous silence that fell after Garras finished talking.
"We won't know till he wakes," said Noni. "I couldn't touch his mind last night. If I'd tried, I'd only have made him worse. I'm afraid his mind will have to heal itself."
Kusac pushed his chair back angrily, getting to his feet and starting to pace the room. "Ghezu's got to be found," he said, tail lashing from side to side and ears folding back.
"What he did is utterly inhuman," said Carrie, her voice no less angry. "Someone that evil doesn't deserve to live."
"He won't," said Garras, lifting his mug again.
Noni slowly pushed herself up to her feet. "I've got to rest," she said. "So do Garras and Dzaka. Will you stay till the afternoon? We aren't leaving him alone in case he wakes and thinks he's still dreaming. There's a stew in the pot on the range. It only wants heating. Help yourselves."
"We'll stay," said Carrie. "You get some sleep. If he wakes, we'll fetch you."
Noni nodded. "You got blankets in your aircar?" she asked.
"Yes. Why?" asked Kusac, stopping in mid-stride.
"If you fetch them in, these two can bed down on the floor in my room so's they can get some peace. Reckon I'll be safe enough alone with them, more's the pity," she cackled.
"I'll fetch them," Kusac said with the ghost of a smile.