'Don't you wish that I was?' said Kallmer. 'I've been holding on to that little tidbit for years, just waiting for the moment it might come in most handy. And now that I know it was you, I also know who to blame for not speaking out all this time. I'll tell them that you threatened my life, as you did just a few moments ago outside, in front of witnesses.'
'You wouldn't.'
'Try me, Purane-Es. I beg you.'
Purane-Es lowered his sword. 'Fine!' he said. 'Fine! You win. If you want to die here attempting heroics, be my guest. I'll return to the City Emerald and speak with my father. Once the Unseelie are defeated, assuming you yet live, I'm sure we can come to some kind of… arrangement. Assuming that an arrangement is what you're seeking from all this.'
'An arrangement would be delightful,' said Kallmer. 'I believe a new assignment will be in order for me, closer to home, and perhaps a promotion to lieutenant captain.'
'We shall see,' said Purane-Es, his rage barely contained.
'Yes, we shall.'
'Just one more thing,' said Purane-Es. He moved as though to sheath his sword, raising the hilt over his head. Rather than stow the blade, however, he leaped quickly forward and thrust across the table, driving his point home through Kallmer's eye socket. Kallmer jerked, his hands grasping at his face, then slumped backward into his chair, dead.
The two sergeants looked up from their work. Purane-Es wiped his sword on Kallmer's cloak. 'I was forced to kill him in self-defense,' he said. 'And if you know what's good for you, you'll agree with me, now and forever.'
Chapter 38
'How are all five of us going to fit in that thing?' asked Raieve, uncertain. It was not possible to her that the fragile Unseelie flyer could leave the ground at all, much less with five armed occupants. It was shallow and seemed held together with nothing but string and optimism.
Here at the top of the Temple Aba-e, the mist was like a second covering of snow over the city. A chill wind howled through the stark archways at the building's summit. The flyer rested at an angle on the rooftop, looking to Raieve like a lost sailboat. The abbot knelt by them, saying more prayers. Raieve could not understand the words that he prayed, but she was glad that someone was doing it. Some of the pink-robed monks stood by, watching the scene unfold.
'Eloquet will take the controls,' said Mauritane. 'Satterly will sit next to him in front, since he's the tallest. Silverdun and I will ride in back, with you sitting in one of our laps.'
'That hardly seems dignified,' said Raieve.
'Dignity is not the goal. We are to be drunken revelers returned late from the city of Gejel. That is why we do not know the current passphrases.'
'And you really believe this… thing… will fly?' said Raieve.
'A friend of mine died so that you could fly in this `thing,' woman,' said Eloquet. 'Marar Envacoro was one of the bravest men I've ever known.'
'It was not my wish to offend,' said Raieve, blushing. 'I do not mean to diminish the sacrifice of your friend.'
'And you're certain we'll have clearance to get into the city with it?' asked Mauritane.
'I think so,' said Eloquet. 'In peacetime, they do not even check the passphrases. Marar was able to come and go as he pleased, and he visited us here often, coordinating the church's Unseelie operations. The flier was spellworked to return to the temple upon his death, so it escaped detection even unmanned. Now that they are at war, however, I suspect they'll be a bit pickier about who gets in. Marar and I spoke often about this contingency and he believed it would work.'
'What happened to him?' said Satterly.
'Mab's legionnaires cut his throat. His name has joined the list of martyrs.'
Satterly nodded and didn't say anything.
'Are we ready then?' said Mauritane.
'I think so,' said Eloquet. 'Vestar?'
'A simple prayer, I think,' said the old man, rising to his feet. 'Aba, protect these of your children as they embark on a mission whose goal is peace. Let them commit only what is necessary of bloodshed, and spread your protection like a blanket over them, for they act in your name.'
'The girl Elice is safe, the baron's daughter?' Mauritane asked Eloquet.
'My men are watching over her. She will come to no harm. I do wish you'd tell me why we're keeping her, though. Perhaps I'd feel more comfortable about it.'
'I wish I could tell you,' Mauritane said.
Eloquet looked around. 'Right, cut the moorings. We're off?'
One of Eloquet's men swung an ax, and the ropes holding the flyer in place snapped, sending the craft lurching forward into the sky.
'How does this thing work?' Satterly shouted over the wind.
'Its power comes from the city itself. It can't operate very long away from the city's power source, but it should be just enough to get us back when we're done.'
The city of Mab had appeared on the horizon in the early morning, a wide charcoal shadow against the northern skyline. Its approach was ponderous, seemingly infinite, but whenever Raieve looked up, its bulk seemed closer. Now she was almost glad to be flying directly toward it, if only to end the waiting. It grew in size and definition as they flew; she tried to make out the details of the city, keeping her mind full in order to block out the cold and fear.
They passed over the northern outskirts of Sylvan and sailed across the forest to the north. Somewhere in that direction lay the still-burning wreckage of Selafae. According to witnesses, the city had been incinerated in a matter of seconds by a tiny projectile. The ones who'd seen it and lived swore the missile was no larger than a man's head.
As they approached the city of Mab, Eloquet veered to the east, keeping the flyer low to the ground. They would make a wide circle and approach the city from the northeast to make their cover story more believable.
Already they could see the troop transports beginning to ferry their cargo to the ground. The wide, flat vessels detached from the city's ragged underbelly, each carrying a hundred or more men in tight formation, as well as horses, weapons, and supplies. Soldiers on the ground hurriedly felled trees so the transports could land in greater numbers.
'Why are they landing troops so far away from Sylvan?' asked Silverdun.
'These are only the backup infantry and cavalry,' said Eloquet. 'The primary column will remain in the city until it lands. These soldiers will secure the surrounding villages and clean up the mess when it's all over.'
'They have more backups than we have troops!' shouted Satterly.
'Not quite,' said Eloquet, 'but enough to make me uncomfortable.'
Once they'd reached a sufficient distance to make a plausible approach vector, Eloquet brought the flyer about and they glided toward the city of Mab. Now they were running with the wind, and Raieve realized that the flyer itself made no sound whatsoever.
'Check your costumes,' ordered Mauritane. 'And keep to yourselves. We don't want to start a fight before we even reach the city.'
The city grew to take up half the sky, and it kept growing. Raieve had to admit she was impressed. From the outside, the city of Mab was one of the most beautiful things she'd ever seen. Enormous masts rose into the heavens bearing multicolored sails. Long streamers of purple and red flew from posts all over the rails and from the rigging as well. Though the structure had obviously been amended heavily over the years, its basic shape was that of a pear sliced in half along its length. The top deck was mostly flat, and the hull underneath was smooth and
