was weaker at the top of the bank. He descended back to the bottom of the wash. Yes, it was here. He had found that the human’s magic all had a slightly different taste to it. River’s had carried a slightly different odor from Argoth’s down in the cellar. And the scent of the burning boy had carried, yet again, a tinge of something else. He thought he recognized this one.
He took his time, opened his mouth wide, and followed the scent a few paces up the wash. Hogan, the Koramite, had been here. And his scent had been kept in the shade from the sun. Hunger crossed the wash.
It didn’t take him long to puzzle out what had happened. Many men on horses had come this way, traveling from the fields where the female had gone, down into the wash, and then on to a trail that led up the opposite bank.
He’d smelled no magic on the female. He’d hoped she’d lead him to Sleth. And she had. He had a sure trail now. He would follow it. Besides, the female was on foot, which meant she’d leave a stronger trail. She wasn’t that far ahead. Maybe a mile or two. He could come back here and resume his chase later.
He breathed in the Koramite’s scent. Yes. He would take the sure thing first.
THE THRALL OF MOKAD
A
rgoth lay bound on the surgeon’s table, his arm throbbing with pain. Old blood stained the wooden floor in blotchy patterns and spattered up the wall on his right. Above the blood spots hung a bone saw, pincers, a long, wicked implement he could not imagine a healthy use for, and flesh needles. To the side of the surgeon’s tools sat blue and yellow bottles of nostrums neatly arranged in a three-shelf rack.
The Skir Master held Argoth’s thrall in one hand, the stomach holding Nettle’s Fire in the other. “Clansman?” he demanded.
Argoth said nothing. It was treason to possess such things. If you found one, it was treason not to immediately report it. He could say nothing. He simply looked the Skir Master in his inhuman, black eyes.
The Skir Master examined the thrall. “If I’m not mistaken, this is a pattern of the Trolumbay masters, isn’t it?” He nodded to himself. “Of course, they were destroyed centuries ago. So that means you either stole it or are the heir of a vanished glorydom.”
The door opened and Leaf entered, moving with his deadly grace.
The Skir Master looked over at him.
“Great One, nothing was found among his effects or the cargo he brought on board.”
The Skir Master shook his head. “I’m disappointed.” He looked down at the stomach. “I’d hoped there would be more like these.” He turned to Argoth. “I tasted the Fire in this stomach, Clansman. Clean, sharp—delicious. I must compliment you.”
Argoth could not speak.
The Skir Master turned to Leaf. “The link with the Fir-Noy has not yet matured. So send a pigeon back to him. Tell him we’ll return in a week with two full cohorts. Tell him there’s going to be a cleansing.”
Fir-Noy?
It was the Crab. Argoth was sure of it. But the news of the cohorts is what shocked him. It would require three or four ships to carry so many men. And even with the Skir wind, going to and from Mokad would take almost a month. The only answer was that the ships were waiting off one of the outer islands or along the coast a few days south of the settlements.
The Skir Master seated himself close to Argoth’s head and spoke to him like a friend. “You see, the spectacles are useful, not only for partially extending sight, but also for questioning all manner of lord and lady. Yet the spectacles, while they influence, do not enthrall. They’re a tool used best with subtlety. But this rudimentary thing.” He held Argoth’s thrall up. “This will bind you quite nicely.”
He smiled at Argoth. “You, Clansman, are going to die. As will your family.” He held up his hand. “I know you think they fled, but we foresaw that.”
Despair welled in Argoth.
“Disheartening, isn’t it?”
“You are a blind fool,” said Argoth. Blind about life. Blind about everything that was important. Argoth thought of the Crab. If he were in league with the Skir Master, he could have easily hidden in the woods and moved in on Serah and the children soon after Argoth left. Argoth was going to kill that one himself.