A Feast of Souls: Araneae Nation, Book 2 (17 page)

Chinedu strode to her side, his brothers on his heels. Slender poles strung with fine silk lines rested across their shoulders. Hair and clothes damp with sweat, I bet the trio came from fishing, a favorite pastime of the brothers. They were gifted hunters, and fish were bountiful in the river.

“Shh.” Chinedu brought Sikya’s forehead to his shoulder.

He stroked her back while she withheld tears too stubborn to fall. Rather than turn aside, I forced myself to watch and fully comprehend the impacts of the choices I made upon my family.

“Old Father,” I said. “I would like to formally ask permission before my maven and paladin to sojourn into the southeast, to Cathis, where I will act as a missionary to the Mimetidae clan.”

His knuckles whitened where they gripped his walking stick. “So be it. You have earned the right to call yourself spirit walker. Go now, and spread the two gods’ teachings across the land.”

“When my duty is done, aunt,” I asked softly. “Can I still call Beltania home?”

Her nod rubbed her face against Chinedu’s shoulder.

I turned a triumphant smile on Vaughn, but his expression was bleak, and it pained me.

“Vaughn, will you act as Mana’s guardian and guide?” Old Father asked. “Will you protect her from all those who seek to harm her? When her duty is done, will you see her safely home?”

“I will.” His voice was graveled, his jaw tight. “Pack if you’re coming.” He refused to meet my gaze. “We have a long journey ahead of us. We best leave now before we lose the light.” He gestured to Lleu. “Help her gather her things and stack her supplies in the cart. There is one more thing I should do before we leave.” As he left, I heard him mumble, “Rhys will expect it of me.”

He set off in the direction of the river, where the small burial grounds sat, and where Rhys’s father, Brynmor’s victim, was buried. Chinedu turned Sikya so she missed Vaughn’s departure. I would have thanked him for the small mercy if his dark scowl hadn’t threatened me into silence.

“So, where is your room?” Lleu took my arm and dragged me off before I could think better of my decision to join Vaughn on this reckless journey. “Vaughn’s eager to go home, we all are.”

“Follow me.” I led him on a brisk walk. “My rooms are up there. We have to climb.”

“Vaughn gave his vow of protection.” Lleu caught my arm. “You have mine as well.”

“Thank you.” I patted his hand, then placed my foot on the bottom rung.

I packed while he stood guard at my door. He helped me down the ladder and loaded all my things on the stoutest varanus in our group. I exhaled past the fear knotting my chest. Once I had settled the rest of my affairs and secured the remainder of my supplies, I embraced my aunt hard.

“This was the right thing to do.” I kissed her cheek. “You will not regret it.”

“I already do, little one.” She hugged me back. “I already do.”

Old Father grumbled through the kiss I pressed to his cheek. I think he would have preferred one from Pascale. The notion made me grin. He was in capable hands; she was enamored of him.

“I will see you soon.” To Pascale, I said, “Take care of him. His enthusiasm outlasts him.”

She patted his hand where it clutched his walking stick. “I will see he’s well cared for.”

I waited for Vaughn’s parting words, but he turned and left without a sound. Bram followed.

Lleu took my arm. “All right then. Mount and head out, I say.” He led the way. “Let’s go.”

Four varanus stood, yellow eyes shut, their dull gray-green scales blending into the muck of the road and the surrounding grasses. Their vibrant tongues tasted the air, and the one nearest me turned. I patted her flank, avoiding her swishing tail. Her wedge-shaped head bumped against my arm, and I scratched her recessed ear, which was rimmed in brilliant blue. “It’s good to see you too, Sakwa.”

After mounting my varanus, I cherished the sight of home for a lingering moment. Then I let my varanus follow Vaughn from the comfort of my home into the grasslands. Her first step down the trail to Cathis trembled through my soul. Old Father was right. This journey smacked of fate.

Dozing passed the afternoon. No frozen lashes here. Sweat burned my eyes, but it comforted me after going so long with dry and clammy skin. Holding out my arms, I let the sun’s rays soak into me, warm me, revive me, and lost to my enjoyment, I hadn’t noticed I entertained onlookers.

“I’m glad one of us is enjoying the trip.” Bram swatted a bug. “I almost miss the northland.”

“Not me.” Lleu smiled up at the sun. “Erania numbed me in places I didn’t know I had.”

I snorted.

He winked.

Vaughn growled, “You’re all in high spirits.”

“I’m not.” Bram scratched his forearm. “I can’t say I’ve ever been to Cathis, and arriving in the midst of a plague is not how I’d prefer to acquaint myself with your clan home or clansmen.” He sighed when he drew blood. “Besides the fact the yellow death is lethal to males…and I don’t much care whether it’s mercy or murder. I want my head facing forward when I die, thank you.”

Something he said struck a chord with me. “How could it be mercy?”

Refusing to meet my gaze, Bram stared ahead. “There are worse things than death, Walker. I shouldn’t have to lecture you on those. Killing a wife…a daughter…even to spare them…” His throat worked. “It’s easier to kill a friend, a son, a father, than to kill a member of the fairer sex.”

Lleu found his handful of dried fruits of sudden interest while curiosity sharpened Vaughn’s features. He must have heard the same echo of personal experience in Bram’s words as I had. It made me wonder why he had defected to the Araneidae. Gold or clout seemed the most likely of reasons. It saddened me to admit few would have witnessed the atrocities committed and chosen to side with the victimized clan rather than the aggressors, his home clan, without compensation.

Perhaps I had judged him too harshly. If his maven required such grim service from him and his clansmen, then a fresh start among a peaceful clan would be a blessing worth more than gold.

The question remaining was…what events transpired in Siciia that drove its clan to execute such drastic measures? Had Bram experienced the plague? Would that explain his apprehension?

Hmm. It bore thinking upon. I would consult Vaughn later, once his mood improved.

“How far are we from Cathis?” If the darkness of Vaughn’s disposition was proportionate to our proximity, I feared for his constitution by the time of our arrival. “I have never been.” Old Father forbade me to accompany him on his visits to Isolde. “What is the city like? Your clan?”

“Meet one Mimetidae and you’ve met them all.” Vaughn addressed no one in particular. Yet his tone made Bram and Lleu exchange a glance. They urged their varanus to lag far behind ours.

“I have met several.” I scoffed. “Your clansmen are no more alike than mine are.”

“I have heard the slurs spoken against Cathis.” He shifted in his saddle for comfort. “That it is a land of nightmares, that skulls and bones adorn our gates, skins line the walls of our homes.”

I had heard such rumors too, and Rhys was reluctant to deny them.

I had to ask, “Is there any truth to their claims?”

His smile was cruel as he turned on me. “Chinedu once said all lore holds a grain of truth.”

“You’re trying to frighten me.” His foul mood stoked my own. “I don’t appreciate it.”

For an instant, his expression softened. “I’m sure Rhys confided in you.” His voice hardened as he said, “He isn’t comfortable there. He doesn’t belong there. Whatever he said, you must—”

“He’s the bastard son of their maven.” I strove for calm. “Rhys was raised among a peaceful clan, and he was ill-prepared for Isolde’s welcome into the Mimetidae fold after so many years.”

“You would have had my mother dishonor my father by bringing her bastard into our clan in his declining years?” Vaughn snapped. “Father would have gutted Rhys, and Mother knew it. Be thankful we left him where he was, or you’d have no reason for this ill-advised mission of yours.”

Leather reins bit into my hands. “You think I made this journey for your brother’s benefit?”

He glanced away. “You told your maven as much.”

“I told my maven what she wanted to hear.”

“Did you?” His eyes narrowed. “Or are you telling me what I want to hear now?”

I set my jaw.

“Take your time to find your answer.” He smirked. “Lies have a way of compounding.”

“Rhys is a consideration of mine, as I know he is for you.” My voice remained level as my hands shook. “I saw you. When Lourdes brought Rhys to me, he was bleeding and poisoned, and she begged for my help, and
I saw you
. Not the indifference you’ve cultivated, not the anger you both carry, but the truth. You love your brother. Have you considered what this means for you if Isolde dies? Beyond your concern for her, beyond Rhys’s welfare, I’d like to know if you spared a single thought for the fate you’re rushing into? If you’re too late, your clansmen will kill you.”

Now his jaw set.

“Is this trip worth the risk? You could hire on with another clan, become a true mercenary. It would save your life. Your brother, well, despite what I told my aunt, there is enough gold lining Lourdes’s coffers to buy loyalty from the best swordsmen.” I clarified, “Well, the second best.” The Mimetidae were truly unmatched in their skill with blades.

“Mother will live,” Vaughn said. “Cathis is her home, and she will not cede it to another.”

I was not so cruel as to guide his thoughts down darker paths. An ailing maven with no allies in prime position for a coup… I shook my head. From what I had seen, her people were loyal to her. Their devotion to Brynmor had been an absolute, and their allegiance applied to Vaughn, I was sure.

As to the nature of her sickness, its connection to the plague, we’d learn those details soon.

“Your arrogance is showing.” I tightened the reins. “Do tuck it in before we reach Cathis.”

Another nudge and Sakwa slowed until Bram and Lleu caught up to me. Vaughn rode ahead, his shoulders tense. Both males’ gazes raked me. “Well, that could have gone better.”

“I doubt that.” Bram shrugged. “But it could have gone far worse.”

I slanted him a glance. “Thanks for leaving me to my fate.”

“You’re poking an ursus with a thorn in his paw,” Lleu said. “Hearing you side with Rhys in any matter won’t win you any thanks from Vaughn. He trusts you, admires you, and he wants—”

“—you all to himself,” Bram finished.

“Yes, well.” I strangled on my response. “Rhys is my cousin, and he will always be a part of my life. Thorn in his paw or not, Vaughn must move past his old hurt. I don’t favor one of them over the other. They are impossible to compare. One is family. The other is, well, he’s Vaughn.”

“Females,” Bram muttered. “They don’t understand the workings of the male mind.”

Lleu grumbled agreement. “It’s obvious. You’d think she’d see what’s in front of her.”

I scowled. “What are you two gabbing about?” Could they make less sense?
Probably.

“Vaughn destroyed his mother’s life. Think about that, the type of strain that places on their relationship. Her husband killed the male she loved,
because of Vaughn
,” Bram said. “Strangers reared the only piece of her lover Isolde had left, their child, instead of her,
because of Vaughn
.”

“He’s right.” Lleu sighed. “Isolde loves him, but it’s not the same love she has for Rhys, and it never will be. Vaughn has felt that lack, borne that guilt, since I’ve known him—all his life.”

Cold anger sparked in my chest as uncharitable thoughts welled in me.

“It wasn’t his fault.” As I spoke the words, I tasted the truth of them. “When Kowatsi…what happened…what Brynmor did to them…none of that was Vaughn’s fault. Isolde broke her vows. Kowatsi knew the risks he took should Brynmor discover them. And Brynmor, well, I have heard he loved Isolde fiercely, enough that he elevated her from his servant to his wife. His heart must have been broken to discover his love wasn’t enough for her. Then her pregnancy…” I shook my head. “He must have loved her very much since he let her birth Rhys rather than the alternative.”

“Ah. Clarity at last,” Bram said with a smirk.

I was beginning to dislike him for those smirks.

“Tell him that.” Lleu’s nod was decisive. “He needs to hear it from someone he trusts.”

“He doesn’t trust you?” Even I trusted the softhearted giant, and that revelation startled me.

“In most things, I guess he does.” Lleu hesitated. “In this…we lived those events together.”

“And you can’t tell him his perceptions are skewed because he was a child at the time, when you were a child as well.” I hummed, thoughtful. “I will speak to him once his mood improves.”

Lleu winced. “I don’t know if we have that much time between here and Cathis. Maybe—”

A throaty howl raised hairs along my nape. I hadn’t spotted Brynmor since leaving Beltania, and his pack had been even scarcer. The grasslands were flat and wide. Tall grasses brushed the elbows of our varanus and tickled my ankles. When I spied a black, furry ear twitching amid the pale yellow stalks, I jerked in the saddle, startling Sakwa, who hissed until I scratched her neck.