The Ruthless. Peter Newman

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СКАЧАТЬ inspected his work and frowned. In a castle full of high-achievers, what might pass for adequate elsewhere appeared sloppy. ‘You’ve missed a spot.’

      ‘Sorry, Honoured Mother. I haven’t got to the left side of the room yet.’ He picked up his sponge and hurried past her.

      ‘I’m not talking about the left side of the room.’ She pointed to the place he’d just left. ‘There? Do you see?’

      ‘Oh, sorry’ he replied, hurrying back. ‘Sorry.’

      ‘Calm down, Nose,’ said Satyendra. ‘Nobody cares about one speck of dirt. That’s not why you’re here, is it Mother?’

      ‘No, and call Pik by his proper name in future.’ She walked over to the wardrobe, and pulled out Satyendra’s cloak. ‘Are you ready?’

      ‘I suppose so.’

      She held the wardrobe door open as Satyendra climbed inside and waited for him to manoeuvre himself behind the clothes there before shutting it. She heard him sigh through the frosted glass.

      ‘Don’t come out until you hear the knock.’

      ‘I’ve done this before, you know.’

      ‘Stay quiet and we’ll be back as soon as we can.’

      He didn’t reply and she put her hand on the door as if to communicate the things she couldn’t say. Then she turned and held out Satyendra’s cloak to Pik.

      Without meeting her eyes, the boy took it and put it on.

      They left together, moving quickly through corridors. Aside from the guards, the place was quiet. Chandni allowed herself a slight nod. As it should be.

      From a distance, with the hood up, Pik passed easily for Satyendra. Chandni spoke as they walked, giving the impression that the two were discussing important matters, Honoured Mother to Honoured Vessel, and that they were not to be interrupted. That would be enough to keep most away, and she’d taken steps to make sure that the few others with the authority to approach, like Roh and Ban, were occupied elsewhere.

      Despite the meticulous planning, Chandni knew that it would only take one piece of bad luck for her deception to be uncovered, especially on a day when the High Lord was visiting. She may as well worry about the castle falling from the sky for all the good it would do.

       Not even I can plan for Yadavendra.

      However, no High Lords ambushed her, no one moved out of place, and she and Pik arrived safely at the Chrysalis Chamber.

      Sunslight poured in through the glass wall, a physical force sparking sweat and slowing thought. She wondered what such intense conditions must do to the Gardener-smiths’ minds.

      Entering, they were confronted by an imperfect form of blue crystal assembled opposite them on a stand. This was the replacement set for Lord Rochant’s armour. The previous set had vanished around the same time the Deathless had been kidnapped, its whereabouts a mystery. There was armour sufficient to identify the body and limbs, but there were gaps the sapphire had not yet been coaxed to fill, and while it was approximately the right size, it did not yet seem to live in the way a finished suit did.

      When Lord Rochant was reborn, he would don this armour. Each piece was grown alongside its vessel so that it would fit perfectly. The trouble was that contact with the crystal seemed to cause Satyendra physical pain. His skin would pale and bubble, losing its colour, and his face would—

      No. None of them could stand that. She hoped that when Lord Rochant’s soul took residence it would purge all traces of the Wild from the body, and all evidence that her son had been corrupted. Until then, however, the armour still needed to be grown and so Chandni had come up with another solution: Pik.

      Only one Gardener-smith was here and she didn’t look happy about it. As Pik began slipping off his clothes, she came over to Chandni, rubbing her hands together like a nervous Flykin.

      ‘How much longer?’

      ‘This may well be the last time. The High Lord is coming. If he is happy with Satyendra then the rebirth will happen immediately. Wrath’s Tear is in ascendance and we don’t want to miss the opportunity.’

      ‘And if he isn’t happy?’

      ‘Then it will wait until he is.’

      ‘But—’

      Chandni’s scowl cut her off. ‘Our arrangement hasn’t changed. I’ve always provided appropriate substitutes for the fittings and you have been well compensated for your understanding, not to mention my discretion over your own failings. I have not betrayed your secrets, I am sure you can do me the same courtesy.’

      The Gardener-smith glanced at Pik. ‘The size is right, for now anyway. This lad will outgrow yours in another year.’

      ‘In a year this will be well behind us.’ Please let it be behind us.

      ‘But what about the bond?’

      It was seen by the Gardener-smiths as a sacred triangle: the Deathless soul, the perfect vessel, and the crystal skin. Each was connected to the other and together they were strong. ‘This boy shares my blood, that will have to be enough.’

      The Gardener-smith grumbled but picked up a bracer from the stand and placed it carefully on Pik’s forearm. Then, with a false nail on her little finger, she pricked his hand, touching a daub of blood to the crystal to wake it.

      It felt wrong to stay and watch, and so Chandni retreated to the entrance of the chamber. She hadn’t been there long when a young guard arrived at speed. It was a few moments before he could speak but she already knew what he was going to say by the manner of his arrival and the strained look in his eyes.

      ‘Honoured Mother, High Lord Yadavendra is here. He wants to see you and Lord Rochant’s Honoured Vessel immediately.’

      ‘Tell him we are just having a fitting and will be with him shortly.’ She gave a moment of silent appreciation to Roh. ‘Tell him we have food prepared and will send it to him while he waits.’

      ‘Forgive me, Honoured Mother. The High Lord is aware of the fitting. When I say he is here, I mean he is following right behind. The captain knows how much you hate surprises so he sent me ahead.’

      Her heart began to thud heavily in her chest. ‘Give the captain my thanks. Now guard this door and don’t let anyone in until we’re ready, not even the High Lord, do you understand?

      ‘Honoured Mother?’

      ‘Do as I say!’ she snapped, and rushed back into the chamber.

      When his mother had left, Satyendra counted to a hundred in his mind, making sure to pause between each number. One of the many annoying things about being an Honoured Vessel was that it was hard to go anywhere without being noticed. And nobody could know what he was about to do.

      He pushed himself off from the back of the wardrobe and listened through the door. There were no sounds and no shadows visible through the frosted glass. He opened it a crack and listened again before stepping out.

      From СКАЧАТЬ