best not stay here, if you'll pardon us, sir. Sorry we can't help you."
"That's all right," Fidelias assured him. "We all have a duty to do, son." He frowned, staring at the younger of the two for a moment.
"Sir?" the young man asked.
"You're about my height, aren't you?"
Aldrick wiped the blood from his blade and said, "You could at least wait until he's dead."
Fidelias pulled the second boot from the shorter of the two men and sat down to pull them over his battered feet. "I don't have time."
"I'm not sure that was necessary, Fidelias," Aldrick said. "If word is out, it's out. Doesn't seem to be much sense in killing them."
"I didn't think you'd mind," Fidelias said.
"I'm good at killing. Doesn't mean I enjoy it."
"Every man enjoys doing what he's good at." Fidelias tightened the laces as much as he could, wincing in pain. "It was necessary. We have to stop anyone else from getting word to Garrison, or out the other end of the Valley, either."
"But that Steadholder has already got through."
"He's only one man, one report. The local Count won't want to commit everything based on that. It will buy us time. If we can keep anything else from getting through, we'll make sure that Garrison is off guard. Is he dead?"
Aldrick stooped over the barefooted boy for a moment. "He's gone. You want me to signal the men?"
'Yes." Fidelias stood up, testing his weight on his feet. They hurt, they hurt abominably, but the boots were a tolerable fit. They'd hold together long enough. "And we'll have to get in touch with Atsurak again. Things are falling apart. We can't afford to wait any longer."
Fidelias stepped over the bodies of the young men of Warnerholt and glanced over his shoulder at the swordsman. "I'm starting the attack now."
Chapter 28
Kord forced Isana to watch what they did to Odiana.
He had brought in a stool with him, and he sat behind her, within the ring of coals. He made her sit on the floor in front of him, so that they could both see, as though it was some sort of theater event.
"She's a tough one," Kord said, after a long and sickening time. "Knows what she's doing. Survivor."
Isana suppressed the sickness in her stomach, long enough to say, "Why do you say that?" Anything to take her mind from what was happening.
"She's calculated. There, see how she fights? Just enough to get a man worked up. Then goes all liquid and helpless once he's on her. She knows every man wants to think he's got that kind of power over a woman. She makes them think what she wants to-and she's barely been roughed up at all."
Isana shuddered and said nothing.
"It's tough to break someone like that. Hardened."
"She's a woman, Kord. A person. She's not an animal to be broken."
His voice carried something in it of an ugly smile. "Has she been a slave before?"
"I don't know," Isana said. "I barely know her."
"She saved your life, you know," Kord said. "When we found you by the river. I made her do it."
Isana looked back at him and tried to keep the venom from her voice. "Why, Kord?"
"Don't get me wrong, Isana. It isn't that I don't enjoy the thought of you dead. I could be happy with that." His eyes didn't waver from the scene before them, glittering with something dark, angry, alien. "But my son is dead because of you. And that mandates something more substantial."
"Dead?" Isana said. She blinked slowly. "Kord. You have got to understand. This isn't about you. It isn't about the hearing or Warner's daughter-"
"The crows it isn't," Kord said. "Because of you we had to go to Bernardholt. Because of you, we had to run out into the storm. Because of you, we had to watch and make sure no one went running to Gram for help-and sure enough, that little freak of yours did. Because of you, Bittan died." He looked down at her, showing his teeth. "Well now I'm the strong one. Now I'm the one making the rules. And I'm going to show you, Isana, how low a woman can be brought. Before I finish what the river started."
Isana turned to him. "Kord, don't you understand? We could all be in danger. Bernard saw-"
He struck her with a closed fist. The blow drove her back and to the floor, her body helplessly loose and unresponsive. After a disorienting moment, the pain started, rippling up from her mouth, her