causing it to gleam unlike the torchlight ever had, shining points instead of waves.
Weapon in hand, Taennen asked, 'Who?'
'Those who chased you,' the formian replied.
'You killed them? How many were there?'
'Four dead, two escaped, one lives,' Guk said, his mandibles chattering.
'Why?' Taennen asked, returning his khopesh to his hip.
'You would be dead otherwise.' 'But why save me?'
'For your help,' Guk said. 'This is how you do things, we have seen.'
Taennen spoke, already guessing the forthcoming response, 'I helped you, so you helped me. That was your payment. We were even.'
'Yes, we were,' Guk said. 'Now we are not.'
Guk stood unmoving, awaiting Taennen's response, statuesque as was his custom. The thought of further obligation to the formians caused a roiling ripple to pass through Taennen's stomach. Before Taennen could speak, the other formians slinked out of the dark woods, one of the larger ones was carrying the unconscious victim of their attack. Guk motioned to the prisoner, and Taennen held his tongue, stepping over to inspect the man. His face was bloodied, but he was alive.
'I have to get back to the citadel,' Taennen said, stepping around Guk as he turned north. 'I can't deal with him right now.'
'He will give you answers,' Guk said. 'He will tell you how to save your people in the stone building.'
Taennen took four steps and stopped. The Chondathans in the caverns would have notified their compatriots in the citadel that Taennen had discovered their plans. Walking into Neversfall would bring his death or imprisonment. The enemy held all the advantages. They occupied Neversfall, they had superior numbers, and, Taennen admitted again, it seemed as though they had Jhoqo on their side.
Taennen closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Feelings about his father's betrayal from many years prior bubbled up inside him, but he did his best to put them aside.
A groan stirred Taennen from his thoughts. The Chondathan man wriggled in the arms of the formian, who set him on the ground. Taennen approached the man and knelt. The injured soldier lifted his head and blinked before bringing his hand to his eyes to wipe away the drying blood there. He groaned again and hissed as sweat from his hand found its way into the open wounds. He squinted, his focus finding Taennen, but said nothing.
'Rhalov. That's your name, isn't it?' Taennen said, bending low to look the man in the eyes.
The Chondathan nodded. Gashes lined his left cheek and he bled from several wounds on his back and legs. He was a sturdy man, but the many cuts and scratches had taken their toll and he was weak.
'Your leader is dead, Rhalov. You know that, don't you?
The man gave a slight nod as his lips pursed.
'I killed him, and I'll do the same to you if you lie to me,' Taennen said.
The Chondathan coughed trying to laugh, blood-colored spittle gathering on his lips. Taennen growled and struck the man, bringing his humor to an end.
'I need answers to questions. Make no mistake, I will do what it takes to get them,' Taennen said.
'You would not. You cannot fool me, Maquar,' Rhalov said, rising to a seated position. He turned from Taennen and prodded his injuries.
Taennen drew his arm back to strike the man again. He tried to bring to mind all the hard men he had known in his life, men of resolve who were not afraid to do whatever it took to get a job done. Taennen had always believed that, while those men had not been bad people, they'd had lower expectations of themselves than he had of himself. In that moment, he realized the limitations of such thinking. Doing what was necessary did not make one a bad person. The enjoyment he took from the death of Bascou-perhaps that made him a bad person. But could that single feeling, that one bit of pleasure, really unravel him as a person? Could it undo all the good he had accomplished in his life? Maybe good and evil weren't such clear-cut concepts. Perhaps they could not conform to such rigid definitions.
None of that mattered: Taennen stood and stepped back from the Chondathan, who sneered at him. 'You're right. I can't bring myself to murder or even hurt a helpless prisoner,' Taennen said.
'But I think I can see my way clear to letting them at you,' Taennen said, motioning to the formians still gathered in a circle around them.
Chapter Twenty-one
The cacophony of screams and weapons on weapons did not distract Adeenya in her charge. She was five steps away from stopping the actions of a madman, and she wondered how long she would live after ending Jhoqo's life. Surely an archer would cut her down or the Chondathans would swarm her. Four steps, and she thought about how her troops might escape this trap. Three steps, and Taennen entered her mind, his conjured smile lightening her grim mood even in what would likely be her last moments. Two steps before running her stolen blade through its rightful owner, Adeenya shifted her weight and fell to her right as Jhoqo spun to face her with a punch aimed at her face. She dodged the blow, hit the ground rolling, and found her feet fast.
'I will have my sword back now,' Jhoqo said, striding toward her as he drew the smaller sword at his belt. The sweat on his brow shone in the torchlight, causing the lines on his furrowed brow to give off sickly light.
Adeenya batted aside the man's first sword strike but could not dodge the kick that followed the blow, causing her knee to buckle under his boot. Jhoqo reversed his hand, the butt of his hilt careening toward Adeenya's head. She let the momentum of her fall carry her to the ground so that Jhoqo's second blow passed overhead.
Adeenya spun onto her side, her legs kicking up the dry dirt, and kicked Jhoqo's shin. The man kept his feet but jumped backward to avoid becoming tangled in her legs. She came to her feet poised and on the defensive. The battle beside her raged with nearly a dozen bodies littering the courtyard, mostly rebel Durpari and Maquar who were still trapped in the middle of the mass of writhing fighters.
'His faith in your determination was deserved, but coming back here was mad,' Jhoqo said, wading into her with a flurry of blows from his long sword. 'I think he would be disappointed in your tactical choice.'
Deflecting each attack with a turn of the man's wide blade, Adeenya said, 'My father does not know me as well as he thinks.'
For the first time since she had met the man, Jhoqo's face showed surprise at her revelation about the unnamed agent to whom Jhoqo had alluded. To her dismay, though, it did not stop him. Jhoqo's sword dived toward her belly, slipping past her defenses. She pulled her waist back to let the blade slide past and cursed as Jhoqo changed his sword's direction, sending the hilt into her face. She stumbled backward, blood trickling from the fresh cut on her cheek. Adeenya stepped back from the engagement wondering why her opponent had not finished her while she was stunned.
'You cannot harm me, can you?' she shouted at the man. 'My father would have your hide!'
'I do not kill you out of respect for the man. That is all,' Jhoqo replied.
Adeenya laughed. 'You have no power. You have no command! You're a tool, just like you said Taennen was. My father wields you no differently than you claim to have wielded Taennen.'
Jhoqo did not leap for the bait, remaining calm and watching her every move.
'What's he paying you? Is it as least as much as my allowance growing up?' she said with a sharp laugh.
Again, Jhoqo did nothing and moved with her as she tried to find an advantage. The man was disciplined and Adeenya knew her barbs would find no purchase on his slippery ego.
Adeenya slid her right foot forward in the feint of a thrust. Jhoqo turned sideways, minimizing her tatget, and brought his blade up to defend just as she had hoped. She shifted her weight to her right foot and twisted to her right in a leap. Her left leg went backward in an arc until that foot found the ground, her back momentarily to Jhoqo. Completing the spin she faced him again, their positions parallel to the battle beside them. She evaded his retaliatory strike. His furrowed brow brought a grin to her lips.
Jhoqo sent his blade toward Adeenya in a wide arc.
When she blocked with his falchion, the urir twisted his blade under the larger weapon and pulled back hard. Adeenya hissed as the sword flew from her hand to land in Jhoqo's empty one. He tossed the smaller blade he had
