Blue Fire. Janice Hardy
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Название: Blue Fire
Автор: Janice Hardy
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Детская проза
isbn: 9780007352401
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“I have their money.” She pulled a pouch off her belt and tossed it to the woman soldier. She caught it in one hand and nodded once. “My thanks again.”
“Always a pleasure.”
Fieso’s hands clenched. “You trying to cheat me?”
“You stole my property and accuse me of cheating you?” Vyand tsked. “I’ll take my Shifter now.”
“I want my money first.”
“Sorry, it’s my money.”
Fieso dived at her, a knife suddenly in his hand. He sank it up to the hilt in her side and she cried out, fingers pressed against her stomach. Blood seeped through the cloth.
The driver drew his sword as Vyand’s men drew theirs. All except…
One of the armoured men dropped to one knee and placed both hands over Vyand’s wound. His eyes narrowed, his cheek twitched, then the colour returned to her cheeks. He pressed his bloody hand against his armour.
His blue armour. Pynvium blue.
Chapter Seven
Saints and sinners, a soldier-healer in pynvium armour! This is what the Duke was doing with his Healers? Training them to kill?
He’d turned Healers into weapons.
It was awful. It was… I shuddered. Terrifying. How could you kill a soldier who could heal their own wounds and push it into their armour? They’d be unstoppable.
Fieso and the driver were clearly the better fighters, but it didn’t seem to matter. Fieso’s knife slipped between the armour plates, drew blood and had to have pierced organs, but the soldier-healers just pushed the pain into the pynvium and kept fighting. They neither dodged nor danced, weren’t light on their feet like Fieso. They didn’t have to be.
The other men helped Vyand to her feet. She was pale but steady. All three stood back and watched the healer-soldiers, as did a few of the gate soldiers. Why were they fighting for Vyand? She couldn’t have hired them. The Duke would never give weapons like that to anyone. Was he helping Vyand? But why? Wasn’t paying her enough?
Did they know what they were? The other soldiers didn’t get the same reaction.
The driver screamed and went down. The soldier-healer ran him through, then smiled like he’d enjoyed doing it.
No one could stand against the Duke with an army like this. No one.
I wiggled my wrists harder, faster, trying to get out of there before the soldier-healers killed Fieso. Skin ripped, but the ropes stayed tight. I ground them against the stone floor, the edge of my sandal, anything that even looked like it might cut.
Fieso put up a good fight, but he wasn’t going to win. He tried to run, but the soldiers caught him and shoved him down. Vyand smiled, looking impressed, and whispered to the man next to her. He made notes in a small book I hadn’t seen before.
I gasped. Was this a test? Was the Duke letting Vyand borrow the soldiers to see how they’d do in a real fight? What kind of power did she have?
The soldier-healers advanced and finished Fieso off. He didn’t scream, just grunted in pain and collapsed. Vyand nodded, seemingly very pleased with the soldiers’ performance.
This was worse than the rows of pain-stuffed Takers in the Healers’ League. Worse than the riots, the fighting, even the random beatings. If the Duke turned those soldiers loose on Geveg, we wouldn’t survive. It wouldn’t be like Sorille. We would die not in fire but by the hands of those who should have been keeping us alive.
Vyand snapped her fingers and her men dragged the bodies away, behind the carriages where I couldn’t see. She walked over to me, plucking at her bloody uniform.
“Look at this. Ruined. Blood never comes out.” Not as flippant as she probably intended, and I caught the strain in her voice. Getting stabbed like that took time to get over, even if you were healed right away.
“Guess you’ll have to burn it.”
“You’re probably right.” She frowned and wiped her fingers on her trousers. “Now then, do we just pick up where we left off?”
“Where’s my sister?”
“Thinking over the most important decision of her life. A waste of time if she’s anything like you.”
“Where is she?”
“Do you really expect me to tell you?” She sighed. “I thought you were smarter than that.”
“Well, what about my friends? Did you capture them? Can you tell me that?”
She patted her glossy hair into place. “I really have no idea who you’re friends with. If they were part of that sloppy rescue attempt, then yes, I did.”
“Are they here?”
“Enough questions. Come now, out.” Vyand waved at the gate soldier and she unlocked the cage. The soldier-healers followed, keeping their hard gazes on me as if they’d welcome another fight. Saea willing, they’d be like every other Baseeri soldier I’d ever met and they’d want to intimidate me, shove me around a bit, get their pretty blue armour close enough to touch.
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