The Element of Fire, Martha Wells [books for new readers .txt] 📗
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The coaches had been empty but for their drivers. Ravenna, Roland, and Falaise were on horseback in the midst of the Albon troop, the wagons carrying the supplies and the wounded, and the rest of the Queen’s Guard. Ravenna had ridden under conditions almost as desperate during the war, it was one of the few things Roland did well on his own, and Gideon was under orders to keep Falaise on her mount if he had to tie her there. If Grandier was watching, Thomas knew his own presence with the coaches would add verisimilitude to the deception.
Then the fay were on them and there was no more time for worry about the others. Thomas emptied both pistols at the flying creature that had struck the first coach as it stooped on them again, then used the heavy cavalry rapier to slash down at the fay that clustered about his horse. A gunpowder blast erupted somewhere nearby, with the shriek of wounded men and horses—the barrel of a too hastily loaded wheellock exploding.
The horses were trained to kick in battle and their iron-shod hooves kept the fay back at first. Then Thomas saw Baserat go down and an instant later something struck the side of his own horse, knocking it sprawling. He managed to fall clear and the horse tore itself free, staggered up, and bolted. As Thomas struggled to get to his feet, a fay leapt on him from behind and slammed him to the ground. He twisted and shoved an elbow back into it, expecting a bronze blade in his vitals, then the hilt of the rapier that was still slung across his back touched the thing’s head. He heard the creature’s flesh sizzle and it yelped as it leapt away.
Thomas stood and cleared a path through the creatures with his cavalry blade and put his back to the wall of the house. Blood was slicking his swordhilt—his own possibly, though he couldn’t remember being wounded. He saw the second coach collapse and the misshapen dark fay swarming over it, and grimly anticipated their disappointment at its empty interior. He wished Kade had not come with them after all. He hoped she was controlling the illusion from a distance, or had gotten herself away by now.
Above the screams and shouts of men, horses, and fay, he heard the crash of a door slamming open from further down the side of the house. He thought to work his way down there in case someone had found a way inside where they could retreat, but one of the humanlike servants of the Host came at him, swinging its sword wildly. He stepped forward and neatly speared its throat with the rapier’s point, then something struck him in the leg just above his right knee. For a moment he felt only the slight pain of a bee sting. Then the ground was rushing up at him, then nothing.
AS KADE TRIED to reach the partial shelter of the wall of the house, a clawed hand caught her hair and the back of her cloak, hauling her around. It was a bogle, a short squat ugly thing with muddy gray skin and harsh yellow eyes, and it was grinning at her. She pulled a handful of glamour out of the cold air and flung it into its eyes, giving it an all too temporary blindness, and it fled away shrieking. Damn things, she thought, dodging one of the coaches and its plunging horses. Why anyone allows them to exist is beyond me. If she ever got back to Fayre she would consider dedicating the rest of her life to removing its inhabitants from the face of the earth.
Kade fetched up against the wall of the house, just as the carriage doors slammed open and men poured out. Private troops… No, there were sprigs of white and red tucked into some of their hatbands, the colors of city service. A trained band.
She could feel the iron mixed into the mortar of the wall behind her as a distant heat. The proximity of so much iron made her wary, but she hadn’t felt any real emotion she could identify since early this morning. She hadn’t been able to leave. The idea of returning to Knockma and being alone with her thoughts was difficult enough to face, and the lump that had been in her throat for hours seemed to be keeping her from any decisive action.
Men came to the aid of the small group formed into a defensive knot between the two wrecked coaches and the house, and the fay began to disperse. The bulk of the house was probably what had saved many of the Guards. The flighted fay large enough to carry off humans had not been able to reach them. A thick haze of white smoke from pistols and muskets hung over the street now, but Kade could see that the glamour that formed her illusion was beginning to dissipate. The reflective quality of ice and snow had produced glamour in abundance. A trick on Grandier, that his foul weather produced material for her illusions.
Kade slipped inside the door with the others as the house troops withdrew. In the large stone-floored room within were half a dozen coaches, stabling for many horses, and the confusion of wounded and dying men.
She made her way across the chamber. Nearly to the bottom of the stair into the main house, she saw a dead man on the floor in Cisternan colors. She recognized him as their commander, Vivan, who had helped her in the palace hall battle. She hesitated, but there was nothing to be done, and in another moment the crowd pushed her on.
She couldn’t see any of the Queen’s guards, or Thomas, anywhere. With nothing else to do, she decided to look for them.
She made her way up the stairs and into the maze of rooms on the second floor. From outside, faced with only the one uncompromising gray wall, she hadn’t realized the house was so large. The beautifully appointed rooms were crowded with refugees from the surrounding neighborhood, mostly shopkeepers or members of the more wealthy classes whose homes hadn’t withstood the attacks. They were making an awful noise, yelling, screaming, complaining, children crying, though as far as Kade could tell the house had never been penetrated by fay. Surely they were only stirred up by the battle outside. Surely they hadn’t been like this since last night.
She fought her way through crowded rooms until she saw a young servant bustling through, carrying an armload of rolled linen bandages. She caught his arm. “Whose house is this?”
He didn’t even look at her oddly. It probably wasn’t the most witless question he had answered today. “Lord Aviler’s house, the High Minister.”
Kade let him go. She remembered Aviler a little from the night of the Commedia, but mostly from the conversation between Thomas and Lucas she had eavesdropped on. His position in all this was obscure, at best. And why do I care?
She found another stairway and went up. The third floor would hold audience chambers and more private entertaining rooms and salons. It was unguarded, since custom and fear of irritating their patrons kept any of the refugees from venturing up there.
It was mercifully quiet. Then she heard voices raised in argument, and in a sudden silence one familiar voice. It can’t be… She followed the sound to a carved double door that let her into a large state dining room with a long polished table and candelabra hung with colored glass drops. A group of battered Queen’s guards and the lieutenant Gideon faced Denzil and a group of Albon knights while tall sallow Lord Aviler looked on. But seated nearby was Falaise.
Kade stood still a moment, trying to disbelieve her eyes. The Queen was sitting in an armchair, her head down and her hands knotted in her lap. She looked like a prisoner.
Kade started down the room toward them before they saw her. Denzil noticed her first, and Gideon stopped shouting to follow his gaze. She thought, If Denzil smiles at me there will be trouble. But the Duke’s expression of angry contempt didn’t change.
Kade focused on Falaise. “What are you doing here?”
The Queen looked up, her eyes locked on Kade’s with desperate intensity. She was dressed for hard riding, in a man’s breeches under a plain hunting habit, with a cloak wrapped around her. “We were attacked, and I was separated from my guards. Lord Denzil found me and brought me here.” Falaise’s voice held suppressed hysteria.
“He abducted her and brought her here,” Gideon corrected Falaise, watching Aviler. “She would be safely out the city gates by now if—”
“If you had been competent to get her out the gates—” Denzil interrupted.
“Sorceress,” Aviler said. His voice, used to addressing the loud and argumentative city assemblies, overrode theirs.
Kade looked at him. His expression was watchful and carefully wary. A part of her not concerned with death and the present had time to observe:_ I must look more than half mad._
Aviler said, “Lord Denzil told me you had left the city.”
She said, “Ask him why he didn’t take her after Roland and the others. Ask him why he didn’t take advantage of the escape we bought for them.” And when did it become “we,” she asked herself.
Aviler’s gaze went from Kade to Denzil. “He has already explained himself.”
Gideon swore in exasperation. “You’re in this with him, aren’t you?” One of the other guards put a cautioning hand on his shoulder.
Denzil said, “We were separated from the main troop, and the Queen had to be gotten to safety.” His expression reflected angry concern, and Kade thought, He’s acting. He’s doing it very well, but he’s acting. Does Aviler know that? She couldn’t tell. Aviler seemed to be mainly worried over what she was going to do. I’m not the danger here, you idiot.
To Falaise, she said, “Do you want to be here?”
As the Queen started to answer, Denzil interrupted smoothly, “Of course she doesn’t. She would rather be with her king.”
Aviler spared an unreadable glance for him, but kept his attention on Kade. He said, “The Queen must choose for herself whom she wishes to accompany. I offered to let her go with her guards, but—”
“My lady, please,” Gideon begged Falaise, going to his knees beside her chair. “For your honor and your safety, you know we’ll protect you.”
Kade looked down at the Queen. “Or come with me.”
Falaise’s frightened eyes went to Denzil. She was afraid to accept help from another woman, Kade realized. With that thought came a cold fury, but it was a fury wrapped in cotton wool, like the rest of her reality. Falaise turned back to her and shook her head helplessly. Kade walked out of the room.
She went out into the maze of salons, seeing servants and a few battered soldiers, but no one she recognized. She could have asked for directions, she supposed, but she was not in the mood for questions. Then she saw Berham disappearing into one of the doorways carrying an armload of firewood. She hurried to catch up with him.
It was the antechamber to a suite. Inside were Queen’s guards she recognized and two men in Cisternan colors. Several were wounded, and all looked up at her in surprise. Berham stopped as he saw her. He said, “Oh, I’m glad to see you. We thought you’d gone off.”
“Where’s
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