Blue Fire. Janice Hardy

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СКАЧАТЬ know, don’t care,” said Uncle, rubbing his shoulder. “She might even be free by now. Those men at the docks were pretty unhappy about a pair of Takers being arrested.”

      The boy nodded. “Especially that one guy, right, Fieso? Blonde hair, tall. You should have heard him going on and on about you being a hero. He had the whole berth in an uproar.”

      Danello. “Oh, yeah.” Fieso chuckled and shook his head like he couldn’t imagine anyone sticking their neck out for someone else. “Resik listened for a minute and started smiling.”

      “That’s when I got the idea.” The boy, Resik I guess, winked and tapped his temple. “Let them do the risky work, and if they pulled it off, we’d grab you right out from under their noses.”

      These people would see soldiers burning houses and use it as an excuse to steal what was left behind. My escape options were few. I had little pain to use, and outrunning them with my hands tied was unlikely. I couldn’t count on a rescue, and I wasn’t even sure the others had gotten away. Vyand might have captured them all.

      “What are you going to do to me?” I asked.

      “Kill you,” said Uncle, casual as you please.

      “Head works as proof, right?” Fieso added. “We got a box anywhere? Heads are messy.”

      My stomach threatened to make a mess right there. “You don’t have to do this.”

      “You got five thousand oppas? We’ll turn you loose.”

      “Wait! The posters don’t say anything about me being dead.” They paused. “The Duke wants me alive. Kill me and you’ll get nothing.”

      Fieso frowned. “Nobody ever wants criminals alive.”

      “The Duke does. He needs me.” For what I wasn’t quite sure, and I hoped they wouldn’t ask. Luckily, they didn’t strike me as the smartest fish in the lake. I didn’t want to be handed over to the Duke either, but it beat having my head chopped off. Hard to think up an escape plan without a head.

      “I don’t think so.” Fieso picked up an axe I hadn’t noticed on the table.

       Please, Saint Saea, no.

      Resik held up a hand. “Hold on, what if she’s right?”

      “Easier to carry a head to Baseer,” muttered Fieso.

      “Not if it don’t get us nothing.” Uncle stared at Resik as if he could divine the future from the pattern of his freckles. After a long minute he walked over and sat on the table next to Fieso. “It’ll be harder to get her there, but the boy makes sense. Posters said nothing about killing, and they usually do. The carriage is big enough to take her.”

      “Not big enough to hide her.”

      “Resik,” Uncle said, waving him over. “Go fetch that trunk off the carriage. She oughta fit in there.”

      “Wouldn’t it be easier to let me walk?” I asked. “Not if you run.”

      “What if I promise not to?”

      “You know,” Fieso said to Uncle, “heads don’t talk so much.”

      I shut up.

      Resik laughed.

      “Go get the trunk so we can get out of here.”

      This was so not good. I casually studied the room, hoping something would inspire a perfect escape plan. One table, two thugs, three chairs, and four bedrolls. No windows. Just the one door. Uncle had already demonstrated his vicelike grip, and Fieso was bigger and wider, with so many scars he obviously didn’t mind getting a little bloody in a fight.

      Uncle wasn’t paying attention to me. He had his head down, studying charts spread out on the table. From the glimpses I caught, they were maps. Fieso watched me the entire time, his face blank.

      Fieso chuckled. If crocs could laugh, they’d sound exactly like that. “She’s a sly one. Look at her – planning her escape.”

      “Was not,” I said.

      “Oh, sure. I saw them pretty brown eyes looking around.”

      “Can always blindfold her,” Uncle said without looking up from the maps.

      Fieso slid off the table and walked to the bedrolls. “And gag her. Ten oppas says she’ll scream all the way to the traveller’s house if we don’t.”

      Uncle nodded. “Yeah, fine.”

      Fieso pulled some cloth strips out of one of the packs and came to me. I had no idea what the strips used to be, but they didn’t look clean or soft. The closer he got, the more I could smell them. Something sour.

      “Please, don’t.”

      “Look at that,” he said, tying a heavy knot in one of the strips. “Manners and sneakiness. Open.”

      I shook my head. He grabbed my jaw, pressing his fingers into my cheeks. My mouth popped open and he shoved the knot into it, then tied the ends behind my head. I winced as he snagged some of my hair in the knot.

      Fieso grinned and snapped the second cloth tight between his hands. Dirt sprang out and floated around my head. I held my breath so I wouldn’t sneeze.

      “Might wanna close your eyes.” He stepped behind me. “This one’s a bit dusty.”

      I squeezed my eyes shut as he tied the blindfold around my head. At least it made it easier to hold back the tears.

      Heavy thuds, muffled voices. The first sounds I’d heard in close to an hour. I’d been counting the minutes, but lost my place at twenty-something when someone sneezed. I’d hoped it was Fieso, though it wasn’t much in the way of revenge.

      The door opened and the thumps grew louder.

      “What took you so long?” Uncle asked.

      “It’s a trunk. It’s heavy,” Resik said, followed by a large bang. “And there’s lots of people out now, all yelling and throwing stuff. The streets are swamped.”

      Hands seized my arm and yanked me to my feet, dragging me towards – I assumed – the trunk.

      “Grab her,” Fieso said, and hands lifted my feet. I writhed but they just gripped me tighter. I reached out and found flesh, maybe an arm, and pushed my aching head into it. A man cried out and dropped me into something that smelled of fish stink and mould.

      Something smacked me in the head as I tried to get up, and they all laughed.

      “Stay,” Resik ordered as if I were a dog.

      The lid thumped shut, and what little light came through the blindfold vanished. I could move my hands enough to reach up and pull off the blindfold, then yanked the gag out of my mouth. My mouth felt dry as a beach, but as soon as I heard crowds, I’d yell my lungs out.

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