“She can try,” Bo said. “Whether she’ll be successful… that all depends on how many Privileged she has with her.”
“I don’t like the idea of waiting to find out,” Taniel said. He turned to walk back up to the Mountainwatch.
“Where are you going?”
“I’ll need some supplies if I’m going to chase her up the mountain.”
Bo caught up to Taniel faster than he expected. “That’s suicide,” he said. “She must have thirty or more Privileged with her. Maybe Wardens and soldiers. Once they get wind of you…” He snapped his fingers. “Gone.”
“I’ll not let them get wind, then.”
They reached the others and told them of the situation.
“I’m going after Julene,” Taniel said.
“You mean, the one powerful enough to summon God?” Fesnik said.
Katerine crossed her arms and gave Taniel a look that clearly said he was an idiot. “I suppose you’ll tell us next that you’re going alone, as it’s too dangerous for the rest of us.”
Taniel barked a laugh. “Pit, no. Anyone can come that wants. I don’t want to die on that cold son-of-a-bitch mountain alone.”
Bo nearly choked. “I’ll go,” he said.
“Like pit you will,” Katerine snapped.
“Get off it, woman,” Bo said. “Julene’s got to be stopped.”
“Let the Marked do it.”
“I’ll go with you too.” Rina’s quiet voice almost made Taniel jump. She stood off to the side, quietly holding the leashes to her dogs. “Where Bo goes, I go.”
“Don’t you…” Katerine began.
“I said leave off!” Bo said.
Gavril looked torn. “I should,” he started, then fell silent.
Gavril wanted to come with them, Taniel realized, but the Mountainwatch was his responsibility. If Field Marshal Tine resumed the attack, Gavril needed to be there to rally the defenders.
Taniel said, “Your responsibility is here.” A thought occurred then. “Will the Novi monks let them pass?”
“I don’t know,” Bo said. “If they don’t, Julene will level the monastery.”
“Shit,” Gavril spat. “They are good people.” He turned to Mozes and Fesnik. “Set the powder.”
They pulled back past four of the redoubts before they lit the blasting cord. Taniel watched the spark of flame work its way down the mountainside. It didn’t take long for the trail to reach the tunnel. The whole mountain rumbled when the powder went off, and Taniel felt dirt slide beneath his feet. The last redoubt toppled into the remnants of the tunnel. Within minutes there were more lights in the Kez camp, and sounds of commotion rose from below.
They returned to the fortress. Taniel and the others collected more weapons and met back at the northeast gate a half hour later. The group was bigger than he’d wanted: Bo, Rina and her dogs, Fesnik, Mozes, and another eight Watchers—rough-looking men he’d seen around the camp.
“We shouldn’t take so many,” Taniel said to Gavril.
The big Watchmaster stood by the gate, clearly still torn about whether to accompany them. “You’ll need the manpower,” he said. “If you get into a fight, spread out across the hill as much as you can. If the worst happens, send someone running to let us know the pit just spewed all over Adro.”
“Will do,” Taniel said.
“Good luck.”
Preparations were finished. Taniel approached Ka-poel. She held her rucksack on one shoulder.
“Any chance of convincing you to stay here?” Taniel said.
Ka-poel planted her feet.
“I thought not.” Taniel sighed. “Let’s go.”
Chapter 33
Adamat returned to his home after nightfall, another day of questions without answers, of sifting sand and finding nothing of value. Another day of agonizing over a family he couldn’t protect and a blackmailer he had no defense against. His feet hurt and his eyes wanted to close on their own. The buzz of festivity in the city, the growing excitement for a festival that looked to be forgotten amid war and chaos, had bolstered his spirit, but there was only so much excitement a man could take before it wore him down as much as the rest. He paused at the back door, examining the lock for a moment by the light of the moon. He put his finger out, rubbing it over the area just around the keyhole. He caught a hint of some faint smell: sweetbell, a Gurlish spice.
“What is it?” SouSmith asked from behind him.
“Nothing.” Adamat unlocked the door. They’d spent the better part of the evening searching the Public Archives for the architectural plans for Charlemund’s villa. They’d succeeded, but the plans were old, and even from Adamat’s brief visit he knew that Charlemund had made significant changes to the house since it had been built. He wrestled with the decision of trying to