The Barbed Rose. Gail Dayton

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      “Damaged goods.” Fox couldn’t blame her. What woman wanted a man cursed with blindness?

      Stone snorted in derision. “I think she’s more afraid Aisse would have her head if she tried.”

      “Aisse?” He went still, as one of the babies twitched in her sleep then settled again. “Not that she couldn’t do it, but why would she want to?”

      “Beside the fact you sired the child in her belly? She favors you. Over all of us.”

      Fox choked off his laugh. “Small favor. Just because she will consent on rare occasions to actually speak to me as well as point and order.”

      “See? Favor. So what do I do about Merinda? Is she ilias?”

      Fox sighed. “I don’t know, and there’s no one to ask who does, with all of us here born Tibran.”

      “Except Merinda.” Stone’s sigh was a longer echo of Fox’s. “I won’t betray my ilian.”

      “No.” His brodir’s loyalty was never in doubt. Once given, it remained. Fox took another deep breath. “Ilian together, Kallista said.”

      “And Torchay.”

      “So.” Fox moved a tiny hand that was digging tiny furrows in his skin with tiny fingernails. “All we can do is assume that means what it says. We are ilian together, in all ways. If you want what she offers, take it.”

      Stone remained where he sat. “I wish Kallista were here.”

      “So do I. But since she’s not, we can only muddle through as best we can.” He froze. “There’s something outside.”

      Stone scrambled for weapons as Fox stretched his peculiar sense in a desperate attempt to discover what it was. Rozite squalled when Merinda plucked her from inside Fox’s shirt but quieted once she was placed against Aisse’s warmth.

      “Not human,” Fox said, relinquishing Lorynda to the healer. “Large. A deer, perhaps. We hunt.”

      “In the storm?” Stone asked as he handed Fox a quiver of arrows and a spear.

      “I can find our way back,” he said with a confidence he did not quite possess. “The babies might not like the blood, but it will feed them, will it not?”

      Stone merely moved aside the blankets from the entrance and ducked through it.

      CHAPTER TWO

      The new path General Uskenda took led Kallista and her men around the bulk of the palace, along the broad surrounding avenues where trees planted decades ago for beauty were being cut down to recreate the defensive space. On the downhill side east of the palace, they passed through an iron gate in a high wall. Kallista felt the tingle of barrier magic as they crossed into a quiet garden where invalids wrapped in thick dressing gowns basked in the pale spring sunlight while they sat on scattered benches. Beyond the garden rose a tall sprawling building, Arikon’s main healing center.

      Uskenda led them inside and cut sharply right, taking them up a wide stairway to the third floor. She strode down the long corridor that turned left, then right again before she rapped on a door and entered.

      A man with bandages wrapping every visible part of him—head, arms, torso—struggled to rise from the bed where he lay.

      “No, no, Sergeant. Don’t get up.” Uskenda motioned him back, and he subsided to a seated position, adjusting the blanket over the smallclothes that were apparently his only garment.

      “How is she?”

      “The same. They’re keeping her under for fear of what might happen when she knows—” The injured man broke off, voice thick with emotion.

      Kallista knew him, knew his face, his voice, but she couldn’t place who he was.

      “Miray.” Torchay stepped forward, knelt and carefully took the man’s hand in his. The pieces fell into place for Kallista.

      This was a naitan’s space, with an outer and an inner room. Miray was bodyguard to a young naitan who had served with them in the Kishkim swamp campaign five years ago. Kallandra had the same lightning magic as Kallista, so that was the only time they’d served together, but Kallista had liked the young woman. She believed they had moved beyond fellow naitani to comrades. Perhaps even friends.

      Kallista glanced at the general and found her looking back, her expression even more grim. What now? Hadn’t she suffered enough shocks today? But Uskenda showed no sign of relenting from whatever her purpose might be.

      “Might we look in on her?” Uskenda paid the bodyguard the courtesy of asking permission, though in his condition he could do little to stop them, did he want to. “Just the naitan and myself, to keep from disturbing her.”

      Miray turned his face away, releasing Torchay’s hand. “Deep as they’ve got her dreaming, nothing short of hell opening would disturb her. And even that might not.”

      “I’ll wait here.” Torchay moved into the chair beside the bed. Obed simply widened his stance in front of the doorway standing guard.

      Kallista did not want to go into that other room, did not want to see Kallandra lying motionless on a healer’s bed, but she could not avoid it. Not only because the general insisted, but also—Kallandra was one of the Reinine’s Own, a military naitan. Kallista could not turn away, could not fail to give the other woman the respect and honor that was her due.

      Uskenda opened the inner door and stepped back, waiting for Kallista to pass through. The smaller room was dim, lit only by a sliver of reflected light from a high clerestory and that entering by the doorway. Kallista moved to one side to wait for her eyes to adjust to the gloom and for the general to enter.

      After a few ticks, she could make out a form lying still and dark against the pale sheets. General Uskenda stood at the foot of the bed looking down at the woman in it. Then she looked up at Kallista, but remained silent. How bad were the injuries?

      Kallista swallowed down her dread and crossed the small space to stand beside the narrow bed. Kallandra’s face showed the years that had passed, or perhaps the strain of her injuries, but seemed otherwise unmarked. Kallista took in the rest in one swift glance, saw Kallandra’s arms lying atop the sheets with bandages swathed from her hands past her elbows.

      No. That wasn’t right. Something was off, something wrong about the bandages. They were—

      Kallista’s right knee buckled, but her left somehow held and she did not fall when she realized what it was. The bandages did not begin at Kallandra’s hands. She had no hands.

      Her arms stopped short somewhere between elbows and wrists, the thick pads of bandage mocking the missing length.

      “Oh dear, sweet Goddess,” Kallista whispered. Her hand groped for support, found the wall. “What—”

      “Outside.” Uskenda jerked her head toward the open doorway.

      Kallista nodded, tears burning her eyes again. She took a moment to whisper a blessing on the desperately СКАЧАТЬ