of use. Berun tossed both into the fire. His pouch still lay where Val had dropped it. Berun picked it up and cinched the flap shut.
Val had stopped his full-throated screaming, but he still rubbed at his eyes and rolled back and forth on the ground. 'I'll kill you,' he said between sobs. 'You godsdamned bastard. Don't care what Tali says. I'll kill you.'
Berun looked down at the blond man. 'First thing the Old Man ever taught me,' he said. 'The assassin's greatest weapon is not dagger or dart or poison. The assassin's greatest weapon is the weapon at hand and the willingness to act. I just bested the three of you with spices and boiling water.'
'I'll kill you!' Valmir lashed at Berun with one foot, but Berun sidestepped.
'Listen to me,' said Berun. 'Listen closely. You leave me alone. You leave the boy alone. You come after either of us, and I'll teach you the second thing the Old Man taught me.'
Berun lunged down and punched Val in the gut. All the air shot out of the blond man, and he clutched at his midsection. His eyes, still clenched shut, were red and swollen. Berun punched him again across the side of the face.
'I'll-!' Valmir swiped at Berun and tried to sit up.
Berun punched him again, and Val went down, out cold. For a moment, Berun considered kicking him a few times, maybe cracking a few ribs. Might make up for the chattering Berun had been forced to endure all day. And that smug smile. It would feel good to knock that smile off his face for a long while.
'Another time,' Berun said, and turned away.
The boy still hadn't moved.
'Lewan,' said Berun.
The boy started.
'Listen carefully,' said Berun. He walked over and lowered his voice. It was doubtful that the men would be able to hear him over their own shrieking, but it never hurt to be careful. 'I must take care of Sauk and his men or we won't make it out of these woods alive. You remember the lightning-blasted tree where we cleaned the deer last spring?'
Lewan thought a moment, then nodded, but the fear did not leave his eyes.
'Get as far from here as you can. Sauk and the others went west after the yaqubi. You go east. Find that tree. I'll meet you there tomorrow. You understand?'
'Yes, Master.'
'Good. We don't have much time.'
'Master?'
'Yes?'
'What about the tiger? You can't take her on your own.'
'Taaki and I have… crossed purposes before. Leave her to me. Now move.'
Berun watched while Lewan gathered a few supplies, gave his master a final questioning look, and disappeared into the dark. In moments the darkness and swaying boughs of the storm-tossed woods swallowed him.
A small form emerged from the flickering shadows and scuttled up to Berun. Perch stopped, looked up at his master, and let loose a series of excited chitters.
'Yes,' said Berun. 'Now it's time.' Fight-fight-fight.
Chapter Ten
“We wait for the storm,” said Sauk.
The half-orc had gathered his raiding party on a small shelf of rock about halfway down the hill. The assassins huddled in the darkness, each no more than a dim shape against the rock. The wind from the oncoming storm cut through the trees so they swayed and tossed like a Shou feather dancer. Through the occasional break in the tossing boughs, Hama could see the yaqubi's tiny campfire several hundred paces below them.
'Once the rain starts,' said Sauk, 'listen for Taaki.'
'Where has she got off to?' asked Hama.
'She's a ways up the hill on the other side of their camp. Listen for her. She's the signal. Once your hear her, get in the camp and kill 'em all.'
'Will we be able to hear her over the storm?' Sauk was less than a few feet away, and Hama could barely hear him over the wind in the trees. The sky flickered, and thunder crashed on the mountains to the west, as if to emphasize the point.
'You'll hear her,' said Sauk.
'Why wait?' asked Merzan.
'What?'
'For the storm.'
'You know that little lizard our captive keeps setting loose on us?' said Sauk. 'Yes.'
'That's a treeclaw lizard, and Berun'-Hama could hear Sauk's lips twisting around the name — 'learned to train it from the yaqubi. They use the damned things like hunting dogs against the spiders in the deep woods. And like dogs, the little beasts make great guards. Only these little hounds can hide in the trees so that they're near invisible. No telling how many are nestled in the brush around the camp. But they'll hole up once the rain starts. That's when we hit them.'
'Those lizards,' said Benjar, 'are they poisonous?'
'Nah,' said Sauk. 'But you'll feel their claws and teeth if one gets on you. But they're just lizards. If one gets you, just grab and squeeze.'
'It's the spiders we need to be worried about,' said Merzan.
'Spiders?' said Hama.
'This is the Khopet-Dag,' said Merzan. 'The Spider Yaxmx. Peaks. You and Kerlis nearly wet yourselves all day worrying about them on the trail.'
'You said most of them weren't dangerous.'
'Most,' said Sauk. 'We're nearer the mountains now. The big ones don't usually come down this far. And the smaller ones-the rain will drive them into their holes. Don't worry about the spiders.'
'But what if we run into one of the dangerous ones?' said Benjar.
'Damn it,' said Sauk. 'Did you see a single spider all day that you couldn't squash with your heel? No? You see a spider you don't like? Kill it. Spiders aren't bees or flies. They don't swarm.'
Berun found what he was looking for near the top of the hill-a small swath of forest where seedlings no more than a season or two old were growing in the remains of an ancient tree. The old tree had fallen several seasons ago and gone to rot. Softened by melting frost and spring rains, it was now a hive of thousands of spiders. The treeclaw lizards preferred the fertile valleys between the hills where water was more plentiful, so the many spiders that made this part of the wood their home laid their eggs along the hilltops, and rotted logs were a favorite haunt.
It was late enough in the year that most of the egg sacs had hatched, but early enough that most of the spiderlings were still lurking in the immediate area. They'd had at least a couple of tendays to feast on flies, moths, and the young fangflies newly hatched from the thick mud along the valley streams. They'd grown nice and fat, and their fangs were full of new venom. But they were still growing and hungry. Ravenous, in fact. Still, there were not enough of them to suit Berun's purpose. Not here. But if his scheme went as planned, more would gather from the surrounding hills and valleys as his spell surged.
Berun settled himself near the base of the old log. He could smell the rot, thick and musky even in the strong rain-scented breeze. In his trek up the hill he'd barreled through a fair number of spider webs, and the tiny fibers fluttered about him like wisps of down, tickling his skin.
Perch, rummaging inside the log, swallowed the last of a spiderling he'd happened across. Running through the wood, Berun had opened the link he and Perch shared, tearing it wide, opening himself to the mind of the little lizard. He could feel the lizard's metabolism quickening, already growing a new tail, needing nourishment, and his
