Binding Spell (Tales of the Latter Kingdoms) (26 page)

During one of those times I wondered if I should simply rise from my bed, take up the fireplace poker, and stab Maldis where he slept. But I knew it would not be that easy. He might give the appearance of drowning in oblivion, but I thought if I even dared to approach him as he slept, he would wake quickly enough. Men such as he generally could not be disposed of that easily.

My mental conversation with my father had wearied me enough that I likewise knew I could attempt nothing until I was more rested. I had tried to reach out with that strange power of mine, the one that told me when spells were being worked and how, and although I did sense something like a dark, gleaming trail moving out from Maldis, I could not detect where it went. Strange stabbing pains burst through my skull and I doubled over, forcing myself not to vomit, knowing that I had exerted myself too much within too short a period of time. My revenge would have to wait until my faculties were completely restored.

So I slept here and there, and tossed and turned, until the sun pushed its way past a chink in the draperies and woke me up fully. I blinked and put a hand to my throbbing head.

“You would have slept better in a proper bed, I think,” came Kadar’s voice.

Only I knew it was not my husband speaking, but the dark mage. I refused to look up at him. “I slept well enough.”

“Indeed.” He moved around the corner of the divan and gazed down at me, one corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk entirely unlike any expression my husband would have worn. “I will allow you your tired back and cricked neck for now. But you must rise, and begin your day with me.”

“Which will include…what? The assassination of the Emperor of Sirlende? The conquest of Keshiaar?”

“All things in their time, Lark. And ours will come soon enough.”

I had no true reply to this, and so I scowled and pushed the bedcovers away. This time I gathered my courage and slammed the door to the bedchamber so I might change in private. Outside the door I thought I heard him laugh. Apparently my weak attempts at rebellion had amused him. So be it. At least this way I could dress in peace.

However, I knew open warfare was not a productive course of action. He had to think me defeated and meek, so I might have more opportunity to bring about his destruction. I chose a gown I had not worn before, of shimmering sea-green silk, and took more than my usual care in combing my hair.

When I emerged, Maldis’ eyes took on a certain hungry gleam, and I could see how his gaze strayed to the low-cut bodice of my dress. My very flesh crawled, but I set my jaw and went toward him anyway.

“Very good, my dear,” he said, and reached out and took me by the hand. Before I could tear myself away, he had snaked an arm around my waist, dragging me toward him, pressing his vile mouth against mine. I forced myself not to choke, not to splutter or resist.

No, I could not quite pretend I enjoyed that embrace, but apparently Maldis was satisfied that I had not fought him. When he released me, his expression was positively gloating.

“I think you begin to see there are some benefits to being my consort.”

Somehow I managed to prevent myself from reaching up and wiping his spittle from my mouth. Indeed, I even smiled and said, “You do kiss very well. Is that more magic?”

“If you wish it to be.”

And he reached out to draw me toward him once more, but I put up a hand. “I beg you, my lord, no more. It is not fair.”

His eyebrows lifted. “Fair?”

“It is not fair to make me want you, when I cannot…do anything…for some days hence.”

A gleam in the golden eyes then, as he licked his lips. “Ah, yes. Well, what is it they say? The good things are the ones worth waiting for?”

Like watching your true body die as it chokes on its own black soul…
“We shall only have to hope the wait will not be too long, my lord.”

“Indeed, my dear.”

He raised my hand to his mouth, and I forced myself not to shudder, for of course I could not betray my true feelings — not now, when he was in an apparently mellow mood. My mind raced. I wanted to know how he had stolen Kadar’s form, but I could not be too obvious in my interest. A roundabout way seemed best.

“I am curious, though,” I said, in deceptively languid tones.

“Curious?” he repeated, his brows lowering.

A chill touched the back of my neck, seeming to move down my spine, but I somehow made myself smile. “You were so very clever at knowing just the right things to say to Kadar, to get him to accept you as his councilor. How was that? Does your magic allow you to read minds?”

At once his chest puffed out a little. “No, not that. But I learned of his desire to make the North great, no matter what the cost, from a certain young woman who once shared his bed. Apparently they spoke of more than lovemaking, and she knew many of his secrets. And, having been spurned by him, she was all too eager to pass those secrets on to me.” He gave an unpleasant chuckle. “Better the fury of the demons of the underworld than an angry lover, eh?”

I managed an uneasy laugh in reply. “She did seem to be a most intemperate woman.”

So it was the spurned Tanira who had given Maldis the information he needed to poison Kadar’s mind with false hopes of greatness. Of course she could have had no idea of Maldis’ true nature when she did gave away her secrets, but even so I found myself hoping viciously that she now suffered in her arranged marriage with the tin merchant even a tenth of the misery she had inflicted on Kadar, and by extension on that poor dead princess, on so many others.

“One might say that. But she is quite the beauty.”

I must have stiffened, for he reached toward me again and drew me close, kissed me once more. Closing my eyes helped to feign pleasure at his loathsome caress, although I only did so in order to avoid looking at him.

But he seemed pleased with my reception of his repulsive caress, for he patted me on the cheek, then said, “No need to be jealous, my dear. After all, I am here with you, not her. But now I must be off to begin my day.”

I smiled once more and, as he finally left me in peace, reflected on my sudden talent for dissembling.

Then again, it never does to underestimate what one will do when forced into a corner.

W
hat Maldis did
with his time that day, I did not precisely know. I could only be glad that he did not spend it with me. Beranne returned to keep me company, but she sensed that I had little use for conversation, and so kept at her incessant darning, her lips pursed in disapproval.

Tresi ventured out of her basket once Maldis was gone, and I spent some time petting her and throwing the little ball she loved to chase. I suggested a walk, but Beranne gave my silk gown one look and said that she should take care of the dog, as it had begun to snow again, and I would only ruin my dress.

Her absence gave me a chance to focus on Maldis at least. By then I was rested enough that I could sit in my comfortable chair and close my eyes, and reach out to where he was in the castle. The Hall of Grievances, it seemed, and I bit my lip, knowing he had gone there to pass judgment without me. God only knew what dreadful decisions he was making, but I could do nothing about that now except hope that whatever pronouncements he handed down could be rescinded as soon as things were back to normal.

Normal. I wondered if I even knew what that was anymore.

Even so, I made myself concentrate on him, on that dark presence in my mind’s eye. From him I again saw that black cord trailing out the back of his head, moving along the corridor. It shone with an oily gleam that showed up even in the shadows, and so this time I was able to follow its path through the hallways and then down the stairs, down…

My breath caught. Could it be?

Yes, it seemed that slick thread of magic worked its way down into the cellars, down at last to the cell which had once held Ulias. And lying on the bed of furs was not that mage’s noble winged form, but Maldis’ unimpressive body, mouth slack, eyes shut. His hands were crossed on his breast, and I could not see them rise and fall.

I wanted to laugh at the temerity of it, that he should secret himself here in the castle, of all places. Then again, I supposed I could see the logic. After all, people were already used to being warned away from that section of the cellars, so the risk of his abandoned body being disturbed was fairly low. And of course he had no idea that there was anyone alive who could follow the trail of his foul magic to its source. Now all I had to do was discover how to unravel that oily, gleaming thread…

“My lady!”

Eyes snapping open, I saw Beranne standing a few paces off, Tresi panting at her feet. Obviously they had just returned from their walk. She stared at me, the same frown I had seen far too often lately pulling at her brow.

“Are you quite all right, my lady?”

“Well enough,” I replied airily. “I suppose I must have dozed off.”

Her expression remained dubious, but she merely said, “Of course, my lady. Althan sent word that his lordship would like to meet with you in his audience chamber.”

“His what?” I didn’t pretend to have familiarized myself with the entire castle yet, but I thought I had a good notion of most of the public rooms, and I had never heard before of an audience chamber.

A sniff. “Well, he’s taken it in his head to call it that. The Hall of Grievances, or at least as what it used to be.”

“‘Used to be’?”

Disapproval flashed in her dark eyes, although Beranne knew better than to utter an open criticism of the Mark. “Apparently he wishes there to be no more grievances spoken. Wants the constables to sort it out, or some such.”

Good lord. No wonder Maldis had not taken me with him to the Hall of Grievances today — he’d known I would have protested such a foolish plan. This would be an enormously unpopular decision. I had not spent much time in the North, but I knew the Hall was a longstanding tradition, one that let the people feel as if they had some say in their governance. What on earth did the dark mage think he would accomplish by stirring up his subjects against him before he even got started?

Then again, looking for logic and common sense in a man who thought nothing of draining innocent souls merely to usurp their power, who would steal the body of a man as a means to further his own ambitions, was probably a futile exercise at best.

“I can’t imagine what’s gotten into him,” I said, and rose from my chair. “I’ll speak to him right away.”

“Thank you, my lady. He does seem to value your judgment.”

I could only nod and hurry out the door as she followed along in my wake. Yes, Kadar had come to trust me somewhat, to consult with me on certain topics, but of course Maldis would show me no such courtesy. Why he wanted to see me now, I did not know, but I doubted it could be for anything good.

However, he might have unwittingly played into my hands. For if the two of us could be alone together, then perhaps I would have the opportunity I required to reach out and sever the bond of unholy magic that connected his spirit to his abandoned body.

This thought only caused me to speed up my pace, as poor Beranne huffed and puffed along behind me. When I reached the doors to the Hall of Grievances, she stopped, since the Mark had apparently directed Althan to tell her that I was to see him alone. Well enough. For once I wouldn’t mind being left alone with the dark mage.

The guards opened the doors to allow me entrance, and shut them behind me again. The echoing boom with which they closed caused me to start a little, but then I recovered myself — only to stop in my tracks, seeing what changes Maldis had already made to the chamber.

The benches where waiting petitioners and curious onlookers once sat had been removed, and a long red runner traced its path along the stone floor from the doorway to the dais where the throne-like chairs were placed. Or rather, I recognized the one that was my seat when I took my place next to the Mark. His own chair, however, was gone, replaced by a massive piece in carved black oak that made my own rather impressive seat look like a milkmaid’s stool. Along the walls hung lengths of red fabric, plain and with no device. Maldis stood on the dais, watching me approach, his face a study in smugness.

“My, you’ve been busy,” I remarked. “I had no idea you could get a woodcarver to make you a chair like that overnight.”

Another of those smirks. “Ah, no. All this was kept in a storeroom. Apparently the late Mark had intended to increase her presence here, if any of her own schemes came to pass, but as her plans failed her, these were kept locked away. But I thought it high time they saw some use.”

“And no one will mind that there is no more Hall of Grievances?”

“Not when they see the new greatness of this piddling kingdom of theirs.” He descended the dais and came toward me, arms outstretched. “Would you not rather be the consort of a great ruler, rather than some trifling fool who hunts with his men and whose plans extend toward nothing grander than a silly exchange that will only serve to fill the purses of his merchants and not his own coffers?”

I thought then I wanted that man very much, the one who considered carefully every grievance brought to him, who knew the names of his servants, who thought nothing of getting on his knees in the mud to inspect the latest repairs to the city walls. It was that man for whom I fought, and not merely for our future together, but the future happiness of all his subjects.

That thought steeled me as I went to Maldis, allowed him to pull me against him, let him put his mouth on mine. Time enough for him to be distracted, for him to run his hands down my arms, to hold me in place so I could not pull away.

Not that I wished to.

No, not because I had gone mad and desired his touch. Not that at all. Standing this close, though, it was almost as if I could reach out and touch that oily tentacle of black magic, the one so strong I could practically see it even without shutting my eyes and reaching out with my mind.

Because I was so close, I could finally see how it was knotted in and around itself, writhing strands of dark power, connecting his will to its anchor in that body, slack and silent many feet below where we now stood. And because I could now see how that spell was wrought, I could also see how to unwind it, to do the work that would forever bind his tainted soul to his abandoned body.