Amazon Queen

reached my chest. Two more zinged beneath me. I landed hard, but on my feet, and threw myself to the side as two more flew toward me. Five remained, and I was winded. I lunged for my staff; two more grazed my skin, one cutting a hole in my shorts.

Staff in hand, I bounded back to my feet and batted the last three, which were zipping toward my heart out of the air.

'You cheated,' he said.

'And you didn't give full disclosure,' I replied. Sweat dripped down my neck, soaking my workout top. I shifted the staff in front of me, unwilling to put it down. 'What exactly is your talent?'

He walked to where three of the knives lay buried in the dirt and jerked them out. With his eyes on me he began to juggle-faster and faster until the flashing blades were nothing but one solid silver blur.

'Maybe you should ask what I did as a child. What my father did.'

I moved the staff again, into a position where I could easily deflect another knife if needed. . or try. 'Clown?' I offered.

'Close. Carny. Worked the sideshows. My mother, my adoptive mother, was the living target.'

'How sweet.' I twirled the staff. 'Why haven't I seen you use knives before?'

'Because. . ' The spinning blur slowed. He jerked his hands to the side and all three blades sank into the ground. 'I didn't need to.'

Bern stood to the side throughout the exchange, her expression unreadable. With his comment, she grunted and began gathering up the rest of the knives.

I tapped my staff against the side of my foot, unsure how or if to respond.

Mel stepping around the side of the house saved me from my dilemma.

'I'm ready.' Two words and she was gone, back in the direction she'd come.

Still holding my staff, I walked past Jack. His voice followed me. 'And I did offer to show you my talents. You just haven't taken me up on it.' His voice sizzled with promise. My libido sizzled in return but, eyes focused on the corner Mel had disappeared behind, I kept walking.

Mel was sitting in the dirt between the detached garage and the house. In front of her was a small fire, surrounded by a ring of rocks. Beside her was a stack of papers.

As I got closer, I could see a telios was drawn on each sheet. She handed them to me. 'Do you know Padia's?'

I stiffened. I didn't, of course. I looked at Mel.

With a patient sigh, she said, 'We can do it by process of elimination, but it will take longer.'

We were able to cross off the four high council telioses I knew were represented by warriors, but that still left eight.

Mel handed me the stack of papers.

'Put one under each rock, except the first that we're hoping is Padia's. Hand that one back to me.'

I did as she asked, glancing at the fire as I did.

She stared at me. 'Just because you think I should be able to do something or want me to be able to do something doesn't mean I can. Bubbe doesn't need the fire. I do. . ' She shook her head. 'Even with the fire, I don't know if I can do what she did. . there might be a delay, or I might get nothing at all.'

I had faith in her. I pulled out the sheet with the hawk on it and handed it to her, then sat down, out of her way.

Like her grandmother, she chanted. Unlike her grandmother, it was in English, but it didn't matter. I couldn't follow her words. She fed the sheet I'd given her into the fire, and I concentrated on the smoke that streamed from its blaze.

It took six tries before we got a hit. Even then I wasn't sure at first if the spell was working. The smoke looked like what you'd expect from any fire, drifting with the slight breeze that blew along the alley formed by the house and garage. But the sixth time it began to snake, forming shapes I could almost, but not quite, identify.

I wanted to reach out and grab the dancing shapes, hold them so I could study them at leisure, but as quickly as one solidified, it would mist away.

Then the smoke thickened, so solid I swore I could pluck the shape from the fire. I went so far as to hold out my hand and felt the heat on my fingertips before my brain registered what I was seeing-an obelisk, a house, trees. . The shapes continued to morph, but I'd seen enough. .

I looked at Mel.

She was staring back at me.

'She's here.'

While Mel went about extinguishing the fire, I rocked back onto my heels.

Padia was at the safe camp. How long had she been there? Kale had been at the camp; at least I assumed she had been at the house before going to the obelisk. She should have recognized the other high-council member, but her memory of everything after leaving the Northwest was missing.

My mind flashed to the flask Kale had been holding when we found her. Maybe she had been drugged. Maybe it had blocked that bit of time from her brain.

But it hadn't eliminated Padia from Kale's memory completely. Kale still remembered the council member, still knew she was behind all of this. Which meant Kale should still recognize Padia when she saw her.

I went to look for the other warrior.

I got as far as the backyard, where Jack seemed to be showing Bern how to juggle the knives, when a body burst through the trees.

It was Tess, her shirt sticking to her with sweat and her shorts stained with mud and grass. It looked as if she'd fought her way through the forest.

She came to a halt a few feet away, her body jerking as she searched for breath.

'Mels. . they're planning an attack.'

I didn't react to her statement, couldn't afford to. 'Where's Cleo?' I asked, holding up my hand to keep the questions I could see burning in Jack's and Bern's eyes at bay.

Tess's eyes grew huge. 'A new priestess arrived. She held some kind of ceremony, said there was a spy at camp. Then when she saw Cleo, she recognized her, knew she was related to Mel. They took her. . Cleo, I mean. . and dragged her off. I'm not sure where.'

Padia. Mel was right. She was here. But it didn't sound like she had been here long. I'd been wondering if Thea might be Padia, but Tess's announcement laid that suspicion to rest, at least.

I glanced at the hearth-keeper. 'Cleo's not at camp?'

Tess hesitated, then shook her head. 'I don't think so. I'm not sure.'

'Who? What has happened?' Mel appeared, her knees covered in dust and ash in her hair.

'They caught your mother. They know she's been spying on them.'

'We have to get her,' she replied, her voice matter-of-fact.

'There's more.' I gestured to Tess.

The girl swallowed and repeated what she'd already said. 'I think they may be taking Cleo with them, as some kind of trade or bait.'

I frowned. 'So you don't think she's at the camp?'

She shook her head, hard. 'No, sorry. . with the excitement. . I'm getting confused.'

I was too, but there wasn't time for that. Trying to keep my voice as neutral as possible so as not to rattle her more, I asked, 'This new priestess. . does she have a name?'

'Uh. . ' She looked around. . looked afraid.

'Padia?' Kale asked. She'd come around the other corner of the house, having apparently been for a walk. I was glad to see it, glad she was recovering.

Lao appeared in the open doorway of the house.

'Yes, Padia. That's her name.' Tess nodded and glanced toward Lao. When the older hearth-keeper's gaze fell on her, she looked away.

Kale hopped from the porch onto the ground. 'We need to stop her.'

Her color was stronger and there was a glint in her eyes. She outranked me too, but I didn't let that factor into what I had to do.

I faced Kale. 'We are going to Mel's.'