Wolf's Head, Wolf's Heart (76 page)

"Outside," he whispered.

Firekeeper nodded, showing she remembered. This was the door they would have gone through had Elation not reported that Lady Melina was in the tower. It was the door they would still go through if the situation Elation had reported had changed.

They had settled this matter while traveling through the sewers, and now she slipped outside to meet the falcon.

As they had planned, Elation was waiting, sitting hunched on the branch of a twisted tree bare of all but a few tattered leaves clinging to its upper reaches.

"
Lady Melina
?" Firekeeper asked.

Elation fluttered her wings.

"Still in there. She is three levels above this one. There are six with her working over something small. Bold watches and would call if she had left."

"
My thanks
." Firekeeper slipped back inside, nodded once, pointed upward, and held up three fingers.

Peace nodded, smiled a smile that was more a baring of teeth against the blackening of his face, and motioned them on. The stairwell to the upper levels curved against the outer walls of the tower. At the top was a stout door, but its locks were not meant to keep Peace out.

As they moved into the corridor, Firekeeper could immediately tell the difference from the lower floor. Fat candles with several wicks burned in wall sconces shaped after the fashion of grasping hands. The corridor smelled of musty wool from the rug. The scent of strong tea and sweets eddied from beneath a large double door on one side of the corridor.

"Conference room," Peace mouthed.

As planned, he went to the door, unlocking it when he found it locked.

That is a form of power
, Firekeeper thought.
Not only being able to unlock doors, but having no one question your right to do so
.

She glanced at her companions. Elise had followed her up the stair and so now stood closest. Her lips were slightly apart as if she had been panting, but that was the only sign of fear she showed.

Wendee was more obviously afraid, her gaze darting back and forth as if she expected one of the doors to fly open and their enemies to set upon them. Still, she held her ground, her attitude not of panic, but of readiness.

Doc had extinguished his torch before leaving the stairwell, but his right hand remained curved as if still holding its weight. He had remained near the stairwell door, holding it just the slightest bit ajar so as to hear if anything came from below.

Blind Seer crouched near Doc's feet. His jaws were parted in a wolfish grin, his tongue lolling slightly. Any who came through that door would find a welcoming committee so terrifying that he might not even find breath to scream.

Glancing at Elise, Firekeeper touched the lobe of her ear and pointed toward the door. Elise looked worried for a moment, then nodded. She pressed her ear to the keyhole, her furrowed brow looking very odd with the bare skin above it.

After listening for a moment, Elise raised one hand, making a mouth of the fingers and moving them so that they suggested steady conversation under way inside. Suddenly, she stiffened and pulled back, indicating to the others that they should hang back as well.

The door opened and Peace said something to those inside as he stepped through. His tone was relaxed and easy, but Firekeeper did not let down her guard until he had come through—alone.

He gestured for them to enter the stairwell, paused long enough to lock the door behind him. As he did so, he said:

"They are making plans, nothing more. The artifacts are above. Lady Melina works with the ring. The comb and mirror are locked in a safe on the floor one above her."

Firekeeper wished that Elation had volunteered whether any stayed above to guard the safe, but then neither of the wingéd folk could have known where the items were stored.

As the next floor was not in use—as least as far as Peace had been able to discern—they passed by that door. The stair spiraled around until they had mounted to the level where, according to both Elation and Peace's informants, Lady Melina labored to awaken the secrets of the ring.

Here Firekeeper became aware of a conflict of loyalties. Yes, Lady Melina was within—and with her one of those things—the wolf-woman had come to retrieve. Above, however, quite possibly unguarded, were the two remaining artifacts.

Should she pass by an easy chance to obtain them just to go after Lady Melina? Wouldn't going in where her team was awake and alert be certain to cause a commotion—a commotion that might bring help from below or from alert guards posted outside?

The more the wolf-woman considered, the less wise going through that door seemed, yet even now Peace was preparing to unlock it. She laid a hand on the man's black-robed arm, drew her Fang from the Mouth that held it.

She pressed her lips close to his ear.

"Wait!" she ordered.

S
tanding a few paces behind Firekeeper, Elise heard the wolf-woman order Grateful Peace to stop at the very instant he would have unlocked the door. A sparkling reflection, ruddy in the candlelight, told her that the wolf-woman had not trusted her voice alone to be enough to assure obedience.

The tip of Firekeeper's knife rested against Grateful Peace's throat and no one who had seen her at work that night would have doubted she had the strength to slice not only through skin but through spine as well.

Peace had frozen in place, but now he dared shape a single word.

"Why?"

Firekeeper's brows knotted. As was often the case when she was pressured, speech—at least human speech—did not come easily to her.

"If we do," she managed, "noise will come. So will others. Before we have the things…"

She jerked her head to indicate above.

Elise understood and was impressed by Firekeeper's forethought.

"She means," she whispered hurriedly, "that if we go in where there are six or seven people, there will be an alarm. She wants to get the items from above first."

Grateful Peace licked his lips, a sure sign—given what he had told them of New Kelvinese mannerisms—that he was tense. Elise feared that he would do something unwise. After all, he was a man accustomed to being obeyed, one of the most important men in his kingdom.

Would he realize the risk he would be running if he challenged Firekeeper? At times like this she was more wolf than human and from what Elise had grasped of wolf ways, there was only one way to deal with a challenger.

Elise held her breath for what seemed like an eternity.

"I believe," Grateful Peace managed, "that a change in plans is in order."

"What," Wendee asked—rather bravely, Elise thought, given the wild look in Firekeeper's eyes—"will we do if they decide to leave while we are upstairs?"

Elise watched carefully while Firekeeper, who had removed her knife from Grateful Peace's throat and motioned them away from the door, considered.

"Blind Seer," the wolf-woman replied, "will wait here to guard. No one will leave."

As the doors to these upper tower rooms opened almost directly into the stairwell, the wolf took up his station on one of the broad treads.

If someone comes up the stair
… Elise thought, then shrugged. Anyone coming up those stairs tonight was in for a nasty surprise, wolf or no wolf.

Leaving Blind Seer, the five humans mounted up and around the curve to the next door. Peace took out his keys and looked to Firekeeper for permission.

The wolf-woman nodded tersely and drew her knife, poised to spring should the room be occupied.

It was.

Two young people, a man and woman, both tattooed across their faces, though the patterns of those tattoos were blurred from where scarlet paint had been inadequately removed, had started up from the floor, apparently when the key turned in the lock.

What they had been doing was quite obvious. Both were completely nude; the youth still knelt between his partner's thighs. When they saw the dark-painted features of the Dragon's Eye, their initial embarrassed flush faded into something pale and sickly.

Grateful Peace strode into the tower room, his voice resonating through the almost empty chamber and filled with righteous anger. Firekeeper padded after him, staying where his bulk would conceal much of her advance.

Embarrassed, Elise hung back, taking as her excuse the need to make certain that the door into the stairwell was securely closed behind them so the sound of Peace's voice would not carry below.

For the first time, she was glad that her face was painted red. This way Doc could not see her blush.

"So which of you is on watch tonight?"

The youth, scrabbling for his discarded robe, said weakly:

"I am, sir."

"And your partner?"

"She's not my partner. I mean she is… I mean, sir, that she isn't assigned to this watch. I asked her to keep me company."

"But wasn't someone assigned to that task?"

Elise had the feeling that Grateful Peace was guessing, basing his queries on previous experience.

"Yes, sir, but I… I… It isn't his fault, sir. I told him I'd be all right alone. He very much wanted to get some sleep, sir. Prime Tallus has had him working double time…"

The youth trailed off. Elise found herself admiring him for managing to say so much while standing buck naked in front of one of his superiors.

Peace appeared to consider.

The girl had grabbed one of the blankets that had been heaped on the floor and wrapped it around herself, but physical cover had not granted her courage. The boy—for Elise was willing to guess he was not much more than seventeen—took advantage of Peace's silence to slip on his own robe and fasten the carved wooden toggles up the front.

"I have come to take the two artifacts in the safe to the Dragon Speaker," Peace said at last. "I will permit you to open the safe."

The boy hesitated, but Peace did not look as if he would brook any argument. In any case, whatever bit of procedure was being violated in this request—and Elise sensed that
something
Peace had just said wasn't quite right—the young man wasn't in a very good moral position to ask questions.

Head bowed as if seeking to avoid looking more than he must into the thaumaturge's pale, angry gaze, the youth crossed to where a large, ornate metal box rested on a stand in one corner of the room.

The case had been embellished with teeth and claws so that it resembled some very compact monster. Brightly polished copper claws gripped the edges of the door.

Trying not to watch too closely—after all, she didn't know whether this was supposed to be a routine with which she was familiar—Elise missed exactly what the young man did that caused the claws to snap away from the door.

Peripherally, she was aware that the young woman had retreated several steps and now was trying to put on her gown without relinquishing the cover of the blanket.

Elise wondered if she should offer to help but decided not to draw any more attention than necessary to herself.

Now the young man was doing something with the metal monster's teeth. The door to the box sagged slightly within the brackets that held it. He slid it to one side and retrieved two wooden boxes from within.

We're going to do it
! Elise thought excitedly.

Then everything went wrong.

P
eace saw the very instant that sudden revelation touched the young man's eyes. He had just handed over the two boxes and was moving to close the safe. Whether that was the moment he got his first clear look at Peace's unorthodox escort or simply the moment that he regained some of the confidence that had vanished when Peace's entry interrupted his tryst, Peace might never know.

"Wait a moment, sir," the young man said just a trace awkwardly. "I really should notify the team downstairs that you are removing the artifacts."

"That isn't necessary…" Peace rapidly rummaged through his memory, found the youth's name—Indatius of the Artificers. "… Indatius. I need no clearance."

"But
I
do, sir," Indatius said with impressive determination. Perhaps he had decided that there was no way his indiscretion could be overlooked so at least he wasn't going to be caught violating another procedure.

Peace had not been a watcher these many years without knowing implacable stubbornness. He nodded.

"I see," he said, hoping to stall.

Indatius, however, was ahead of him. He grabbed the heavy door of the safe and wrenched it from its tracks. It hit the wooden floor with a resounding, reverberating clatter that would without question bring someone from the room below to investigate—or at least to complain.

Indatius backed away from Peace—without, however, attempting to take the boxes from him.

"I'm sorry, sir," he began, "but this is all wrong. I don't recognize your assistants and…"

A low, ominous howl from below interrupted whatever Indatius might have been about to say. Sir Jared wrenched open the door to the stairwell.

Firekeeper, almost visibly balanced between staying near the artifacts and answering that call, teetered for only a moment. Then, moving with more speed than Peace would have credited even her, she snatched the boxes containing the mirror and the comb from his hands.

Backing away as smoothly as if she could see behind her, Firekeeper thrust one box into Elise's hand, the other into Wendee's. Then, without word or pause, she was running down the stairs, her own, shriller howl echoing back through the stone corridor.

Peace realized that the behavior of this strange, feral woman had provided him with an excuse for his own actions. He could always claim to have been forced to guide the Hawk Havenese into the tower. It wasn't the best of explanations, but it would do for now.

Spinning on his heel, he pointed toward where Elise and Wendee stood, too surprised for this brief moment to flee.

"After them!" he shouted.

As Indatius bolted past him, eager to redeem himself, Peace caught the young man a solid thump behind his ear. Indatius reeled. Peace sent him down. Only then did he recall Indatius's lover.

Wendee Jay, however, had not forgotten her.