around her hooves.
“Didn’t anyone groom you?” I asked aloud,
“She wouldn’t let anyone near her,” Cahil said. He held a bucket of brushes and combs over the rail. “Seems only you can do the honors.”
I took the handle. “Thanks.” I pulled out a currycomb and began to loosen the mud on her coat.
Cahil rested his arms on the fence. “Saw you talking to the northerners today. You know some of them?”
I glanced at Cahil. A serious expression gripped his face. So his timely arrival with the supplies hadn’t been a coincidence. He had waited to ambush me with questions about the Ixians.
Choosing my words with care, I said, “Two of the guards are my friends.”
“The ones who taught you how to fight?” Cahil tried to sound casual.
“Yes.”
“What division do they belong to?”
I stopped brushing Kiki and stared at him. “Cahil, what do you really want to know?”
He stammered.
“You’re not thinking of jeopardizing the delegation are you? Planning to sabotage the meetings? Or are you more interested in ambushing them on their way back to Ixia?”
He opened his mouth, but no words came out.
“That would be unwise,” I continued. “You’ll make both Sitia and Ixia your enemy, and besides…”
“Besides what?” he demanded.
“The Commander’s elite guards surround the Ambassador. It would be suicide to make a kidnapping attempt.”
“Aren’t you just full of wisdom today,” Cahil said with a sharp jab of sarcasm. “Your concern for the welfare of my men is truly heartwarming. Are you sure you’re not just protecting your northern friends? Or perhaps protecting your heart mate?”
He had to be guessing. I called his bluff. “What are you ranting about?”
“I was watching you when the delegation arrived. Although your face never moved, I saw your hand fly to that butterfly pendant under your robe. I know the one who gave that to you is here. In fact, he gave you another gift today.”
I turned back to work on Kiki, hiding my face from Cahil. “If you know so much then why are you asking
“Who is he?” When I refused to answer, Cahil continued, “It’s the man who’s missing half of his right ear. The one who gave you the snake.”
Cahil wore such a smug expression that I laughed. “Janco? We bicker like brother and sister. No. He was just delivering the gift.”
“I don’t believe you.”
I shrugged. “Here.” I handed a wire brush to Cahil. “You can get the nettles out of her tail.” When I saw him hesitate, I added, “Don’t worry, she won’t kick you.”
We worked for a while in silence.
Cahil, though, wasn’t content with the quiet. “You’re happier now that your northern friends are here.”
“I missed them,” I agreed.
“Would you want to go back to Ixia?”
“Yes. But that’s impossible because I’m a magician.” And there was a signed order for my execution, but I thought it prudent not to mention that.
“Nothing’s impossible.” Cahil finished Kiki’s tail and began combing her mane. “When I gain control of Ixia and free the people, you would have a place by my side if you chose to accept it.”
Avoiding his unspoken question, I gave him a dubious look. “Do you still believe Sitia will support you even after they’ve been making nice with the northern delegation?”
With the passion of a mystic, Cahil said, “All my life I have been told I would rule Ixia one day. Every lesson, every interaction and every emotion was tailored to that single purpose. Even the Council encouraged me to plan and train and wait for the perfect moment to attack.” Cahil’s blue eyes radiated such a pure intensity that I almost stepped back.
“Then the north agrees to a trade treaty and they visit Sitia.” He spat the words out. “Suddenly the Commander is the Council’s friend, and my reason for existing is no longer supported. The Council has failed to realize that the Commander is deceiving them, and when he tips his hand, I’ll be there. I have many loyal followers who are equally unhappy about the Council’s dalliances with the north.”
“You’re going to need a trained military if you plan to go against the Commander’s forces,” I said. “And if Valek—”
“What about Valek?” Cahil grabbed my arm. His fingers pressed my bracelet into my skin. I winced in pain.
Kiki cocked an ear.
“If Valek discovers what you’re planning, he’ll stop you before you can rally your men.”
“Do you really think he can stop me?” he asked.
“Yes.” I pulled my arm out of Cahil’s grasp, but he caught my wrist with his other hand and yanked my sleeve up with his free hand, exposing the snake circled around my arm. Before I could stop him, he let go of my sleeve and tugged my collar down. My black stone butterfly pendant swung free. The silver spots on its wings glinted in the sunlight, matching the silver on the snake’s body.
“And you would know,” Cahil said, releasing me. His face took on a stunned expression as he made a sudden realization.
I staggered back.
“As the Commander’s food taster, you worked with Valek every day. He had to teach you about poisons and poisoning techniques.” He stared at me in revulsion. “Marrok told me that when the royal family members were assassinated, the assassin would leave behind a black statue that glittered with silver. It was the assassin’s calling card. Only after the Commander took control of Ixia was Valek named the assassin.”
I returned to brushing Kiki. “That’s a big leap in logic, Cahil. Based on a bedtime story, which I’m sure gets more interesting with each telling, and a couple of trinkets. Valek is not the only person who carves things out of those rocks. Think about that before you leap to conclusions.”
Refusing to meet Cahil’s gaze, I put the grooming equipment back into the bucket and led Kiki to her stall. By the time I finished filling her water pail, Cahil had gone.
My guards trailed me to the baths, and stayed outside while I washed off the horse hair and dust that coated my skin. The sun had set by the time we reached my rooms. I waited outside, shivering in the cold night air while one guard searched inside. Given the all clear, I entered my dark living room. I shuttered and locked my windows against the chilly wind, then lit a fire in the hearth.
“That’s better,” said a voice that set my soul on fire.
I turned. Valek lounged on a chair with his booted feet propped up on the table.
Valek held the valmur statue I had bought for him long ago, admiring it in the firelight. He wore a simple black shirt and pants. The clothes did not appear to be as tight fitting as his hooded sneak suit, but seemed snug enough not to impede his movements.
“How did you—”
“Fool your guards? They’re not very good. They forgot to check the ceiling for spiders.” Valek grinned. His angular face softened.
Startled, I realized he wasn’t in disguise. “This is dangerous.”
