“Don’t tell me they don’t have horses in the north.”
“Not for me,” I said as I placed my foot in the stirrup and grabbed his arm. He pulled me into the saddle. I sat behind him, not sure what to do with my arms.
Cahil turned slightly. “For who then?”
“The Commander, Generals and high-ranking officers.”
“Cavalry?” Cahil asked.
He was fishing for information. I suppressed a sigh. “Not that I saw.” The truth, but I ceased to care if he believed me or not.
Cahil craned his head around and studied my face. A wave of heat enveloped me; I suddenly felt too close to him. His eyes sparked a bluish-green color like the water in the sunlight. And I found myself wondering why he wore a beard in such a hot climate. I imagined Cahil without his beard. He would look younger, and it would be easier to see his smooth, tanned skin and hawklike nose.
When he turned back, I shook my head. I wanted nothing more to do with him.
“Hold on,” he said. Then he clicked his tongue.
The horse began to move. I clutched Cahil’s waist as I bounced in the saddle. The ground seemed so far down and looked so hard. I fought to keep my balance as we caught up to his men. When we passed them, I relaxed, assuming he would stop and let me off. But we kept going, and the men ran behind.
As we wound our way through the Citadel, I focused on the horse beneath me, trying to find a rhythm for my body to match the horse’s like Cahil seemed to be doing. He crouched above the saddle, while my legs pounded the leather. I concentrated on the horse’s movement and suddenly found myself looking out of the horse’s eyes.
The road wrapped around like I was inside a bubble. I could see far forward as well as to each side, and almost all the way behind. The horse was hot and tired, and he wondered why there were two people on his back. Peppermint Man was the only one who usually rode him. But sometimes Straw Boy took him out for exercise back home. He longed for his cool quiet stall filled with hay and a bucket of water.
I marveled at our communication. Contact with other animals had only given me a glimpse through their eyes and a hint of their desires. I never had an actual conversation with an animal before.
My back began to ache.
With the new gait, we moved faster, and the men fell farther behind us. Cahil tried to slow Topaz down, but the horse was determined to get his water.
We reached the base of a tall tower and stopped in the shade. Cahil jumped down from the horse and inspected Topaz’s legs.
“I’ve never seen him do that before,” Cahil said.
“Do what?”
“He’s a three-gaited horse.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning he knows how to trot, canter and gallop.”
“So?”
“So that wasn’t one of his gaits. Some horses can do up to five, but I’m not even sure what that was.”
“It was smooth and fast. I liked it,” I said.
Cahil looked at me with suspicion.
“How do I get down?” I asked.
“Left foot in the stirrup. Swing your right leg back around to the left, then hop off.”
I landed on wobbly legs. Topaz swung his head and looked at me. He wanted water. I took one of Topaz’s water bags off the saddle and held it open for him. Cahil narrowed his eyes at me, then at his horse.
“Is this Magician’s Keep?” I asked to distract Cahil.
“Yes. The entrance is around the corner. We’ll wait for my men, then go in.”
It didn’t take long for his men to catch up. We walked to the Keep’s entrance, where high scalloped arches framed the massive marble doors. Pink columns supported the arches that spanned two stories. The gates stood open, and we entered without any resistance from the guards.
Inside was a courtyard and beyond that was a collection of buildings. Another city within the city. I couldn’t believe the sizes and colors. A patchwork of different-colored marble formed the structures. Statues of various animals peeked out from corners and roofs. There were gardens and lawns. My eyes were relieved to view the greenery after enduring the white glare of the Citadel’s walls.
I could see that the Keep’s thick outer wall formed a rectangle that enclosed the entire area. A tower occupied each of the four corners.
Directly opposite the entrance, two figures stood on the steps that led up to the largest structure. Small blocks of peach marble dotted the predominately yellow-colored building. As we drew closer, I realized the figures were Leif and a tall woman. She wore a sleeveless midnight-blue dress that fell to her ankles. Her feet were bare and her white hair was cropped close to her head. Sunlight disappeared into her almost black skin.
When we reached the base of the steps, Cahil handed the horse’s reins to Marrok. “Take him to the stables and then unpack. I’ll meet you in the barracks.”
“Yes, sir,” Marrok said, turning to go.
“Marrok,” I said. “Make sure you give Topaz some milk oats.”
He nodded and moved on.
Cahil squeezed my arm. “How do you know about milk oats?”
I thought fast. “Cahil, I’ve been traveling with you for over a week I’ve helped feed him.” True to a point, but I didn’t think it would be a good idea to tell Cahil that his horse had asked me for some milk oats. And I was certain he didn’t want to know that his own horse called him Peppermint Man.
“You’re lying. Milk oats are a special treat that the Stable Master bakes.
I opened my mouth to reply, but a strident voice interrupted, “Cahil, is something wrong?”
Together we glanced at the woman. She and Leif were descending toward us.
“Nothing’s wrong,” Cahil said.
They stopped a few steps above us.
“Is this her?” the woman asked.
“Yes, First Magician,” Cahil said.
“Are you certain about her allegiance to Ixia?” she asked.
“Yes. She carries an Ixian uniform and has Ixian coins,” Cahil said.
“Her loyalty and longing for Ixia tastes thick like a rancid soup,” Leif said.
The woman stepped closer to me. I looked into her amber eyes. They were shaped like a snow cat’s and were just as lethal. Her gaze expanded, encompassing me and my world disappeared as the ground turned to rippling amber liquid. I began to sink. Something circled my ankles, and then pulled me under the surface. My clothes were stripped away, then my skin, then my muscles. My bones dissolved until there was nothing left but my soul.
Something sharp scratched my soul, searching for vulnerable spots. I pushed away the intrusive object and began to build a wall of defense in my mind. This magician would not reach me.
Bricks formed and stacked, but they crumbled at the edges. Holes drilled through as I struggled to stay ahead of First Magician. I poured all my strength into that wall. I patched the holes. I added another wall within the first. But the bricks disintegrated and collapsed.