iron door and into a tiny courtyard walled in by buildings on four sides. The walls rose several dozen feet, leaving the courtyard bathed in cool shadows and resonant with the trapped echoes of voices that drifted in from more open places. She stood in the courtyard as Hobstull once again removed the chains from her wrists and this time left them off. The Catcher studied her in wordless appraisal, then went back through the door with the Goblins, leaving her alone.
She looked around. The walls were too smooth to be climbed. There were no doors save the one through which she had entered, and no windows at all. There were tiny slits that overlooked the courtyard from high above, too far to reach. Murder holes. She took a deep breath, walked over to one wall, and sat down against it. Overhead, clouds scudded through the gray sky like foam capping a rough sea, yellow–tinged and frothy. She saw a dark shape wing its way past, a Harpy perhaps. She smelled the decay of the land. Everything in this world felt ill used and tarnished. Everything felt as if it were dying.
Long minutes passed, and then the door to the courtyard opened again, and Tael Riverine appeared. It emerged into the pale courtyard light like a wraith risen from its midnight lair, so impenetrably black that its features were indistinguishable. It looked bigger than she remembered, but that might have been because its spikes were raised like the hackles on an angry dog, protruding everywhere in what felt to her like a warning.Stay clear. Keep away. It wore its weapons strapped on like body armor, studs and sharp edges glinting dully.
Its blue eyes fixed on her.
She climbed to her feet, unwilling to give even the appearance of weakness. It required noticeable effort to do so.
«You disobeyed me,' it announced.
It gestured languidly, and instantly the familiar pain ripped through her, paralyzing her muscles and dropping her to her knees. She bent her head and clutched her body, trying to breathe.
«Disobedience is an unacceptable response to my commands,' the demon continued, and gestured again.
This time, she collapsed altogether, her agony so excruciating she lay curled in a ball, sobbing. Her mind locked down and would not let her think of anything but the pain. She pressed her face in the dirt, feeling broken and helpless.
«Get on your knees,' Tael Riverine ordered.
It took her a while to do so, but eventually she managed, still bent over at the waist, her arms wrapped protectively about her body.
«Look at me.»
She did so, lifting her head from the veil of her dark hair, trying to hide the mix of fear and suffering that washed through her as she did so. «Apologize for your disobedience.» «I am sorry, Master,' she whispered.
The Straken Lord nodded, cold eyes glittering. «You are only sorry you were caught. I see it in your eyes. You do not respond well to discipline. It is not in your nature to choose obedience when you can avoid doing so.»
It walked over to her, huge and forbidding, and reached down to haul her back to her feet, picking her up like a rag doll and propping her against the courtyard wall. She sagged slightly, but stayed upright, eyes locked on the demon's.
«I would have killed another for what you did,' it said softly. «I would have taken my time doing so. I would have made the pain so unbearable that death would have come as a relief. Do you understand this?»
She swallowed. «Yes, Master.» «But you interest me.» It paused, and she waited for more, not yet understanding what that meant. Why would she be of any further interest? Other than the purpose she had already served in switching places with whatever creature the magic had set free from the Forbidding, what reason could the Straken Lord have for taking an interest in her?
«Do you know why you are here, inside the world of the Jarka Ruus?» «No, Master.» The demon gestured angrily, and again the pain ratcheted through her, inducing a wave of nausea that caused her to wretch violently as she dropped to her knees. It was on her at once, hauling her upright and slamming her against the stone wall. «Don't lie to me!» it hissed, fury etched on its flat features, rage mirrored in its strange eyes. «Do you think me such a fool? Speak!»
«I … won't lie again, Master,' she gasped. «You are intelligent. You are calculating. You are clever. You can pretend that you are not, but you will be disobeying me if you do and will be punished. Do you understand? Answer me.» «I understand, Master.» Her stomach heaved, but she fought down the urge to empty it. The Straken Lord nodded patiently. «Again, now. Do you know why you are here?» «Yes, Master.»
«Tell me.»
«I was brought here so that something that lives in this world could be transported into my own.»
«Very good. Do you know why I arranged for this?»
She took a deep, quieting breath. «No, Master.»
The demon studied her carefully, then nodded. «Not yet, you don't. But you will, soon enough. You will understand everything, because that inquisitive mind of yours will mull it through until the answer surfaces. If not, I will tell you myself. If you stay alive long enough for me to do so.»
If you stay alive. She closed her eyes and exhaled softly. What were the odds of that? She blinked, feeling the weight of his gaze on her, shifting from place to place, contemplative, curious. She was aware of how ragged and dirty she was, unwashed and uncombed, a used–up plaything. For an instant, she saw herself as worthless, of so little value that she deserved to be discarded without further consideration.
«You are a specimen,' the Straken Lord said, as if reading her mind. «Hobstull finds you as interesting as I do. He makes more of a study of such things, so his opinion carries weight. He wishes to find out more about you, but I have forbidden him to use his knives just yet. Still, we both deserve an opportunity to see what sort of magic you wield. You do have magic, I know. It resides in you—a demon trait. His interest lies in that. He thinks you might be one of us.»
She cringed at the idea. She was nothing like them. She was human. No matter what they thought or did to make her seem otherwise, she was human. But she said nothing, keeping what she was thinking hidden away inside.
«I intend to test you, Grianne Ohmsford, Ard–Rhys–that–was, my specimen of such promise.» Its voice had turned oddly soft and soothing. «I intend to test you in a way that no one has ever been tested before. I want to see what you can do. I want to see how strong your survival instincts are.»
As it spoke, its spikes lowered against its body, changing its look entirely. She stared in spite of herself, wondering what it was seeking from her that it didn't already have.
«This afternoon,' it continued in the same compelling voice, «I will test you then. I will see how you respond.»
Then it turned and disappeared through the door, leaving her breathless and pressed hard against the courtyard wall.
Hobstull returned with the Goblin guards moments later, and she was taken back to her cell. Although the chains were not put on again, three guards were stationed across from her cell with crossbows pointed in her direction at all times. She sat quietly on the floor of her little room and thought about what the Straken Lord had told her. She would be tested. But what did that mean? Tested how? She did not think the answer would please her. She wished she could find some reassurance in still being alive, but her instincts told her that she would be foolish to do so.
Hobstull reappeared after a while with a basin of hot water, a clear indication that she was to clean herself up for whatever was going to happen next. He deposited sandals and a shift at her feet as well. She waited for him to leave, then turned her back on the Goblin guards, stripped off her rags, and used them to wash her aching body. Then she dressed in the sandals and shift and sat back down again to wait.
The wait was longer than she had expected. She had no accurate way of measuring, but she thought afterwards that it must have been several hours. When Hobstull led her back up the stairs and out of the tower and into the light, the day was edging rapidly toward nightfall, the gray of the sky gone darker and the endless clouds and mist dropped lower against the heights. The Catcher replaced the chains about her wrists, and a phalanx of Goblins surrounded her. She was taken across the courtyard through an outer wall to where a rolling cage similar to the one that had brought her to Kraal Reach was waiting. She was placed inside, and the chain that bound her was fastened to the bars. The Goblins formed ranks to either side of the cage, and Hobstull climbed onto the seat next
