Whisper (28 page)

The memory dimmed and Dearra was returned to the stone cell. She hadn’t thought of that incident in such a long time. She wished her father was with her now. She would give anything to see him once more, but she was afraid there was no way he could save her this time
.

It seemed like all of Darak was there, slave and master alike. Darius and Dearra stood on a hastily constructed platform while Lord Falco sat regally upon a chair of carved ebony on a finely appointed dais. Mili sat on his right. She looked magnificent, though not as haughty as she had once been. The marriage she had been forced to endure had brought her shame, and until she could think of a way to regain her standing, she would be at a disadvantage.

Jacob sat on Falco’s left, wearing the petulant scowl of a child denied his toy. Falco cared nothing for either of them. Unless Mili conceived an heir, and quickly at that, he would dispose of them both and seek a new wife. He was still young enough to sire many sons, it just hadn’t seemed that urgent a task until lately. He didn’t want to risk losing what he had built to one of the other houses should he die without an heir, but at the same time, having sons could be dangerous, too, as sometimes the mothers became impatient waiting for their children to inherit.

Lord Falco was enjoying the prestige of the event. Darak loved a spectacle, and he was giving them one. The Etrafarians had attended, taking advantage of the gathering to hold their sale to the captive audience, probably planning to conduct their business, and go. That was just fine with Falco. It would only serve to add to the already heightened mood of the crowd.

The Etrafarians were an unusual lot. They bred and raised horses for the Breken because they needed to make their way in the world, but they always seemed to view the Breken with distaste. The fairies sold them the biggest and strongest of the horses, which was exactly what the Breken desired, but whenever there was a truly exceptional animal that showed remarkable intelligence and heart, well, then the fairies could not be bargained with. No matter how much gold was offered, they just flat out refused to sell. It was galling. Today, at least, they had been reasonable.

Falco approached Aesri, hoping to buy four of her strongest animals. She questioned him, as she always did, as to why the horses were wanted, and he saw no reason to lie. After all, why should she care anything about a couple of strangers?

He told her flat out that he intended to use them in the spectacle that day in order to rip the traitor, Darius, and the foreigner, Dearra, limb from limb. After that they would be added to his stables for use by himself or by his guard, as needed.

The tiny woman had cocked her head slightly to the side as if considering, but then she smiled and agreed to the deal, accepting the heavy pouch Falco offered her as payment, slipping it into a silk bag at her waist. The cost of the animals had been grossly inflated, but Falco really didn’t care; it would all be worth it. This show of strength was precisely what he needed. He had spoken with the Lords Tigre and Tempestas about his plan for Mirin Tor, and to his delight, they had agreed almost immediately. Falco had been mildly concerned there would be a bit of trouble with Tigre as it was his son that would be sacrificed, but Tigre accepted the news with a casual shrug, showing no more interest in the boy’s fate than he would to a bug, squashed beneath his boot.

Everything was going as planned, if not better, and Falco’s name would live on forever as a result.

The crowd moved as a single, living organism as it surged and pressed in on itself for a better look at the two prisoners on the platform. The neighing and nickering of the horses served to add to the sound of the crowd. The louder the crowd got, the more excited the horses, which made those assembled increase their own volume still more.

Falco brought the horses forward, ropes running from the harnesses they wore to the limbs of the doomed pair forming a web of crisscrossed lines in the space between them and the horses. As a final touch, Dearra’s leg and arm were bound fast to Darius’s opposite limbs, so that their final embrace would condemned them to destroy each other.

Darius reached a hand up to stroke Dearra’s jaw where it had been blackened by the Breken guard. “I’m so sorry,” he choked, while the crowd continued to hiss and boo at his display of affection.

“Darius, you’re not seriously upset about a bruise?” Dearra asked. “I mean, under the circumstances, a bruised jaw is the least of our worries. Now, if my hair was a mess, then, maybe…”

Darius was incredulous. “You’re going to joke? Now? You are maddening, woman. Have you no sense of self-preservation at all? You are going to die!” How could she be so flippant at a time like this?

“We’re all going to die, Darius,” Dearra said quietly, “but I don’t think it will be today.”

Darius stared at her numbly. Had she seriously just winked at him?

It was then, over her shoulder, that he saw something. It was a very, very large wolf. It was a different color than he’d remembered, but there was no doubt who it was. Had the crowds not parted to make way for the animal, it’s likely Darius wouldn’t have noticed the man standing beside it at all, but once he saw him, he recognized him by the way he moved. Though he was dressed like a simple desert tribesman, the man moved with the gait of a practiced warrior. He glanced at Darius, and for just an instant, the sun allowed Darius to see beneath the cowl he wore, and he locked eyes with Hugh.

The moment of recognition lasted less than a second, and then the man and the wolf melted into the milling crowd. Now that he knew Reo was near, he became attuned to his old friend once more and sensed the animal’s agitation and excitement. Had he been paying closer attention, Darius would have most probably heard Reo sooner, but he’d blocked out much of the background hum caused by having so many animals crowded into such a small area.

“You see them, right?” Dearra whispered.

“Hugh and Reo. Yes, I see them, but what can they do to help us?”

“William’s here, too. And Aesri.” Dearra shifted as though trying to adjust the rope at her wrist elbowing Darius sharply as she did. “Stop looking around like your head’s on a swivel. You’ll give them away!” she growled under her breath.

Darius stilled. How could he be so stupid? He knew better than that. They were here! Dearra could live! Bless those dear fairies! Bless Hugh and William! If they got out of this, Darius thought he would have to seriously look into the Etrafarian god, Rah. Maybe there
was
something to him after all.

Dearra sighed. “Who would have thought I would be the one telling
you
to calm down?” she chided. “Be ready to—”

She got no further. Lord Falco stood at that point and raised his hands to get the attention of the assembled masses. “First,” he said, “let me say thank you to everyone who has come here today to offer your support. It gives me no pleasure to have to take a step as drastic as this.”

The lie was ignored. The Breken people understood the showmanship involved. Lord Falco would tell them a story and they would listen and pretend to believe it. The very fabric of their society was spun from lies and deceit, it was all they knew.

Falco continued: “After careful consideration and hours of agonized debate between myself and the Lords of House Tigre and Tempestas, it has been decided that, for the honor of the Breken people, the traitor, Darius, must die.”

The crowd’s interpretation of this statement was that the three of the top four ruling houses had together decided there was no gain to be had in keeping the boy alive, and they clapped and stomped their approval. House Vipera was still absent from all mention, but that was as it always had been and caused no concern. Lord Vipera was probably consulted, or at least notified, about what was to take place.

“As for the Maj witch…” Lord Falco lowered his head and shook it slowly back and forth. He placed a weary hand to his brow, as if the burden before him was one he would rather not carry. “It goes without saying she should die for her atrocious crimes, but is that enough?”

Enough? What else was there?

“She is one of many. The threat to our people is real. Do not doubt that they thirst for our blood. You see the way Darius was corrupted, even after witnessing the death of his kinsmen at the hands of the Maj, our poor brothers who sought only peaceful trade with the Mirin Tor! They risked their journey only to be slaughtered for their noble efforts!”

No one thought for a minute that the Breken had been to Mirin Tor on a trading mission, but Falco was right, the raiding party
had
come back with many fewer than it had set out with. Even allowing for the inevitable treachery amongst the crew and the few expected
accidents
that were bound to occur, there had been losses. The Mirin Tor, and most especially her Maj protectors, were a dangerous foe.

“Can we continue to allow them to live in peace and prosperity, while we have so little here?” Falco had their attention now. Words like prosperity were like oil on the flames of the Breken heart. If he spoke to their avarice, he would soon have them in the palm of his hand.

The crowd murmured amongst themselves. Smiles lit some of their faces as realization dawned that Lord Falco had a plan, and Lord Falco never planned anything that wouldn’t bring a profit.

“I’m afraid the time has come when we must act! Though we may personally long for the quiet peace we have enjoyed, we cannot blindly close our eyes and feign ignorance to the evils of this world. Are we not men of honor? Are we not duty bound to seek out treachery wherever it is and mete out justice to those who would threaten our very existence?”

The crowd shouted their agreement, the fervor of greed and conquest filling them with bloodlust.

“No more will we be trampled by our enemies! The time to act is here! Preparations have already begun. Couriers have been sent to our Breken brothers! We will unite and attack the Mirin Tor! We will destroy them, once and for all, and take from them all that should be ours!”

The crowd was beside itself in frenzied anticipation. A full-out attack on the Mirin Tor? The possibilities were endless! The crowd screamed in jubilation, so covetous were they for conquest.

Lord Falco knew he had won them over, not that he’d ever seriously doubted his ability to do so. The mention of invasion against so rich a target was sure to have swayed them to his side.

The Maj woman had been right in one regard: there would be huge losses. That thought, Falco knew, would occur to the rest of them given time. But if the other cities rallied behind him, there would be no stopping them.

All that remained was to deal with the execution, quickly and with a bit of dramatic flair. When it was done, Falco could retire to his stone fortified walls and plot his next moves in comfort and solitude.

He lifted his hands again to still the frenzied crowd. “You overwhelm me with your loyalty, and sense of justice,” he said. “Now we will begin our journey together. With the deaths of these two, we will declare our just war on the Mirin Tor and march forward to victory!”

The horses that had thus far been held steady by their Breken handlers grew more and more restive with each roar of the crowd, and Dearra and Darius felt their bindings grow taut.

“This is it,” Dearra said, wincing at the pain in her wrists. “If they’re going to do something, it’s got to be now.”

“I hope so,” Darius responded. “This rope is burning my wrists something fierce. I wouldn’t have though a bit of rope burn would hurt so much a few seconds from being torn to pieces, but—”

“No, you’re right, it’s burning! I mean,
really
burning. Look!”

A few wisps of smoke were wafting up, not only from the rope at their wrists, but at the ropes around their booted ankles as well. The ropes continued to smoke and blacken as Darius watched. No one in the audience seemed to notice this strange phenomenon and the sound of Breken cheers continued to swell. He looked at Dearra, and said, “The fairies, you think?”

Dearra grimaced as her arm was yanked suddenly before the tension evened out again. “Can’t be,” she said. “Only the male fairies use fire, and I haven’t seen any of them around lately. Unless…Carly!” Dearra’s face lit in a ferocious grin, and then she was pulled off her feet. As she hit the ground their ropes burst into flame briefly, and then quickly burned themselves out. Though it didn’t’ last long, it was enough to release them from the rope’s cruel grip, and Dearra and Darius both lay on the platform, free of their bindings, surrounded by the stunned silence of the crowd.

Dearra! Darius! Go! Now!
Brin said, his voice practically exploding in their minds.

Falco leapt to his feet, but was immediately thrown backwards as a huge gust of wind sent him flying.

Chaos ensued. The wind continued to increase. Dearra found it difficult to see more than a few inches in front of her. It was as though she existed inside a bubble, seeing, but not feeling, the fierce storm as it played out about her. She could hear the screaming of horses, but the sound was so mixed up with the sound of the storm as it unfolded, she was unsure of where it might be coming from.

Well, Fuzzy, come and get me and let’s get out of here!

Coming, Brin! Can you guide me?

In answer to her silent plea, the glow of Brin’s blade was suddenly made visible, even through the slashing sands. After only a few steps, the rain—really more of a deluge—began to fall. It settled the sand and increased visibility to the point where she was finally able to see her path. The herd of horses had scattered at the first onslaught, and the Breken crowds along with them. People had run in every direction in an effort to seek shelter and safety from the horses’ deadly hooves and the storm’s powerful gales.