Page 48 of Queen Demon
“Some can.” Kai had seen some borderlander Witches able to know how close and in what direction their friends were, but it hadn’t seemed to be a universal skill. “But we know the dustwitches can sense Ziede’s wind-devils, so they’d have known at least one powerful Witch was with Bashasa’s force.”
More murmurs of agreement, and someone in the back whispered that anybody who tried to take on the Scourge of theTemple Halls had a death sign in their heart. Kai hid his smile. They weren’t wrong.
Manah traced a route on the map, as if committing it to memory. “Before that, they may have been following Asara hoping to steal supplies.”
“After they spotted the army, most likely they would’ve cut this way when they saw where we were headed, and settled up along in here.” Nadoch sketched the path with a calloused finger. “I would make it this spring here, where there’s shelter, and enough grass for their beasts.”
Manah added grimly, “Biding their time.”
“Well, that was a mistake on their part,” Kai said, mentally sorting out how they could best approach the area. “You agree they’re most active at night?” Their attack pattern, at least what he knew of it, seemed to point to that.
There were general nods from the vanguarders, and Nadoch said, “If their usual prey is caravans, it makes sense.”
“You think they wanted our Witches, like Amabel?” Manah asked, her sharp brows drawing together. “That’s why they came at us?”
“I think so,” Kai told her. “I’ll know when we find the camp.”
“Ser’ our Witches,” another voice commented from the back. “Atta dur hands.”
“She says they’re our Witches, they keep their hands off,” Manah translated.
Kai and Ziede set out that morning with two vanguarders, with Tahren and Nirana and Telare from Kai’s cadre following in reserve with extra horses. Ziede would be able to conceal herself and the vanguarders with a chimera, an illusion that shifted to make them blend into their surroundings. Kai would wait until they were well away, then follow a little distance behind Ziede’s group, watching to make sure they weren’t detected. He didn’tneed a chimera, having been a scout in much worse territory than this. They would have to move slowly on foot, and it would probably take them until noon to reach the part of the hills where the camp might be located. Tahren and the soldiers would be some distance behind Kai, ready to come up if they sighted prisoners.
Bashasa had disliked the idea of sending out a Witch to look for people who appeared to be stealing Witches, but had agreed there didn’t seem to be a choice, and that Ziede was certainly the most formidable Witch to send. He had said, “If the dustwitches are holding anyone against their will, we must free them. Even better if it leads to contacting other Witches who might wish to join us.”
Kai rode for the first part of the trip with Tahren and the soldiers, taking the old trade road for a little distance as a distraction for any dustwitches spying on the camp. Ziede’s group had already slipped into the brush and was well on its way.
The sky was laced with high, light gray clouds and the breeze had a little dampness in it, as if it had rained somewhere to the south. They were all wearing straw sun hats and Kai had left his coat off, draped over his saddlebow. He didn’t know if any spying dustwitches would recognize him at a distance, but for the moment he would be as nondescript as possible.
They rode at a walk, as if they had a long journey ahead and saw no reason to push their horses. The road curved away from the caravanserai’s paddocks and between the scrub-covered hills. “Dahin said he spoke to you,” Tahren said suddenly.
“He did.” Kai hesitated, reluctant to share anything Dahin had said in confidence. “We talked about… families.”
“Families and betrayal, and the destruction of trust,” Tahren added wryly.
Kai snorted. So Tahren was not trying to find out what Dahin had said, she already knew. “He’s very good at pretending not to be upset.”
“He is. It’s a family trait.” She let out her breath. “I think he’sbetter than he was. In the Hostage Courts, Bashasa’s people were wary of us. Here, he’s just another…” She seemed hesitant to choose a word.
“Grubby kid who talks a lot,” Kai supplied.
Tahren’s lips twitched in a smile. “Yes. He’s been helping in the supply train, fixing things. He’s always been clever with his wits and his hands.” She hesitated. “There are Lesser Blessed who work to make devices, you would call them. Objects or tools that use the power of the Well of Thosaren to perform tasks.”
“Like ascension rafts,” Kai said, not letting his voice sound too dry. The things that came near-silently out of a dark sky to rain death on you from above, for the Hierarchs.
“Like that, yes. Dahin always wanted to tinker with them, to make new things, change their function to be more helpful, useful. He was interested in mortal lands, what was happening there. In writing down stories and histories of the wider world.” Tahren’s lips thinned at some memory. “But our family did not permit that. They thought it beneath us.”
Kai didn’t have any idea what life for the Immortal Blessed was like, and he still wasn’t sure he wanted to. He asked, “Is he the only reason you left the Blessed Lands?” Then he thought it was a stupid question. As if saving your sibling from a terrible enslavement to the Hierarchs’ Well wasn’t a good enough motivation for leaving.
Tahren didn’t seem to mind the crassness of the question. “Yes. If not for him, I might be fighting against you all,” she admitted. “I’m not sure I would have forced myself to confront the hypocrisy of our way of life, otherwise.”
That was a more honest answer than Kai had counted on. “If it hadn’t hurt you personally.”
“Correct. Even if you have always known in your heart, that your way of thought, your… belief in your own superiority, has foundations of straw and not stone, it is still a shock to have it collapse so quickly.” Tahren’s voice was rueful.
Kai felt the soldiers listening, and asked the question he thought they might want to have answered. “You thought the Blessed should have fought the Hierarchs.”
“I know we should have.” Tahren’s resignation seemed old and well-worn, as if it had been her companion for a long time. “But the Patriarchs were convincing in their cowardice.”
