“ Do you want to go?”
“ Yes.” A self-deprecating laugh spilled from her lips. She had never craved field work; she’d always preferred to stay in the lab, letting agile adventurous sorts bring their finds to her. When had that changed? “I don’t want to miss anything.”
“ I wouldn’t want that either.” He smiled, but it soon faded. “Besides, I’m concerned about your assassins. The bodyguard may be tortured and dead, but if the wizard is still around, he’ll feel he’s running out of time. It’ll be dangerous on the mountain, yes, but I’d prefer you with me rather than with a bunch of men who don’t care.”
By now his admission that he cared was no surprise, but hearing him say it almost brought tears to her eyes. If only he weren’t a Turgonian.
She leaned against his shoulder. “I care too.”
“ Good.” He leaned back. “About me, right?”
She grinned and swatted him. She thought about doing more, but a pair of marines tramped past the door, pausing to peer inside. Then Bocrest hollered for his guide. Sighing, she finished tying her boots.
Tikaya eased along the narrow ledge, her metal crampons scraping and clinking against the ice. Sheer granite towered to her left while equally sheer rock plummeted on her right. A snowy canyon stretched hundreds of feet below. Though the white drifts appeared soft, she had no illusions of a landing being anything but deadly. Wind buffeted the face of the cliff, tugging at her thick braid and whipping stray strands of hair against her spectacles. Frost crystals glittered on the scarf snugged over her nose.
“ We’re close,” Rias called, voice muffled by his own scarf.
He led the single-file squad of marines inching along the cliff face. Tikaya came second with Bocrest third. At first, the captain’s presence had surprised her, but a few curt words here and there had given her the impression he was there to remind everyone ‘Prisoner Five’ was most definitely not in charge of the team, even if he led.
A shadow fell across the group as a black raptor as large as a man sailed overhead. This was its third appearance. The way it coasted past made Tikaya think it was scouting the group. Her imagination, no doubt.
The sun glinted off sharp ebony talons as it flexed its legs to land on a perch a couple dozen feet above the ledge ahead of them. It cocked its head to stare at her through a calculating black eye.
“ I’m getting tired of that bird,” a marine grumbled.
“ We could make a meal out of it,” another said, voice loud and threatening, as if the creature would understand and leave.
Tikaya caught Bocrest glancing at the bird, but he otherwise paid it little attention. He did, however, carry his loaded rifle in one hand, barrel leaning against his shoulder. Earlier, he had worn it strapped to his rucksack.
The hair on the back of Tikaya’s neck rose as they walked under the creature’s perch. She had not felt the tingle of the mental sciences being used since the night the Nurians attacked. She paused to study the bird.
“ Quit gawking,” Bocrest said.
“ What species is that?” she asked. “Are they common?”
“ How would I know? Do I look like I keep a summer estate here?”
“ Ice condor.” Rias turned and held up a hand to halt the squad. “They’re predators but scavengers too. It’s unlikely it’ll attack a group of armed men. It’s probably just waiting to see if one of us falls.”
Lovely thought. “They’re usually natural creatures, then?”
“ Of course, it’s a natural creature,” Bocrest said. “What else would it be?”
Tikaya pointed at it. “This one’s a-”
The condor dropped from its perch, plunging straight at her, beak agape, talons extended.
With nowhere else to go, Tikaya smashed herself against the cliff. The giant bird filled her vision, wings pressed against its body for speed. She raised her good arm to guard her face.
A rifle cracked. Someone pulled her up the path.
The condor squawked, clipped the edge of the ledge, and bounced away. Rock crumbled and fell into the canyon. The bird flapped its wings and recovered before tumbling far, but blood spattered the ice on the ledge. The condor sailed on a draft and disappeared from sight before Tikaya recovered.
“ Thanks,” she rasped.
It was Rias who held her, Bocrest’s rifle that smoked.
“ That was peculiar,” the captain said.
“ More than that.” Rias checked Tikaya for injuries and released her. “A familiar?”
“ That’s…” She mulled over the Turgonian word options. “Close enough. I’m guessing it’s a regular creature that someone is manipulating with thought control.” She remembered the snatch of conversation she had overheard the night the Nurians attacked her; the practitioner had read someone’s thoughts to find her. If he had studied telepathy on humans, controlling animals was not a stretch.
“ How would you know?” Bocrest asked. “I thought you weren’t a wizard.”
“ I’m not, but I’ve grown up around practitioners. I can sense when the mental sciences are being used nearby.”
Bocrest scowled at Rias. “Get moving. I want to finish up and get off this mountain quick.”
When they reached the top of the cliff, long shadows darkened the snowy plateau despite the early afternoon hour. They had climbed less than halfway up the mountain, and another granite wall rose to the rear, blocking the sun. Nothing on the plateau caught Tikaya’s eye, but the fantastic view to the north made for a memorable perch. Miles of unbroken tundra stretched to the horizon with ridges and swirls roaming like striations in stone.
Though nothing but drifts adorned the plateau, Rias strode across it as if he expected to find something. He stopped at a protruding edge and pointed.
“ Perfect view of the fort from here,” he called.
“ But there’s nothing here.” Bocrest gestured for his troops to fan out and investigate.
Tikaya floundered through deep snow to join Rias. He held a thermometer and a round bronze device she had seen him consult a few times. She had thought it a compass, but the numbers on its circular face did not represent degrees.
“ Barometer?” she guessed.
Rias nodded once, though his eyes rolled upward as if he were busy with some calculation. Bocrest shuffled up behind them.
“ Worried about a storm coming in?” she asked when Rias’s attention shifted to her.
He chuckled. “No, calculating our elevation. As long as you know the temperature, the air pressure at sea level, and the air pressure where you are, you can-”
Bocrest jerked his hand up. “Nobody cares, Five. Is this the spot or not?”
Rias’s sigh had a long-suffering quality, and, as he turned to face the captain, Tikaya wondered how many times in his career he had been cut off by officers with Bocrest’s temperament.
“ We’re either here or we’re very close,” Rias said. “I was expecting a launching platform, but I suppose it’s possible the rocket was self-propelling.”
“ You brought us up here to find nothing?” Bocrest demanded.
While the men debated, Tikaya removed her spectacles to clean them. She tilted them toward the sky to check for specks and almost dropped them when she spotted a sliver of familiar black metal on the cliff top above.
“ Gentlemen.” She pointed, ending their argument.
“ Ah.” Rias put away his tools. “Another fifty feet.”
“ Thought your math was better than that.” Bocrest smirked.
Rias’s eyebrows disappeared under his wool cap. “My math is impeccable. The tools are imprecise.”
Tikaya grinned, always amused when his Turgonian arrogance peeped out.
Bocrest only snorted and called to his men: “Get some grappling hooks out. We’re climbing.”
“ We’ll go first.” Rias pointed to his chest then at Tikaya. “I don’t want overeager young men thundering around up there before we’ve ascertained the danger.”
“ I’ll go first,” Bocrest said. “You can come after and pull your wounded librarian up.”
Tikaya grimaced. She held her own on the walkable terrain, but even without a shoulder injury, she would have needed help up the cliffs. Already, Rias had pulled her up two, while she scraped and pushed with her crampons, trying use her legs and burden him as little as possible.
