gestured to the cart.
Leif, Gale and Valek hid in the three boxes at the bottom of the wagon. We put another empty crate and some genuine goods on top of them. Then I lay down inside the top crate.
When Marrok closed the lid, my heart slammed in my chest in a sudden panic. My throat closed when the rugs were piled on top. The wagon lurched. I wanted out. I felt trapped. The others could get out of their boxes through the hidden panels we had installed on the wagon’s floor. I could not. This wasn’t going to work. The Vermin would figure it out before we could reach the Keep. And then what would happen?
I drew in a few steadying breaths. We would be captured. I would be fed to the Fire Warper just like I wanted. All we would lose was the element of surprise. While helpful, I believed even with it the chances of the others living through the encounter were little to none.
My morose line of thought was not helping my state of mind. So I focused instead on the motion of the wagon. It had been a long and emotionally exhausting night. I fell asleep during the trip to the Citadel.
The sound of an unfamiliar voice roused me from sleep. We had stopped, and I gathered by the voices we were at the Citadel’s north gate. The voices came closer and a person banged on my box. I jumped, clamping my lips against a shout.
“What’s in this one?” a man asked.
“The finest silk sheets woven by the Moon Clan, sir,” the merchant replied. “Perhaps you care to purchase a set? Just feel the fabric and you’ll know your wife will be most anxious to try them out.”
The man laughed. “I’ll not be spending a month’s pay for a night with my wife. That’s why I married her.”
Their laughter trailed away as the guard questioned the merchant on his reasons for entering the Citadel. After what seemed like hours, the wagon began to move. Ari picked up the pace and I guessed we had broken off from the caravan.
When the sounds from the market reached me, the wagon slowed. Ari called out to the stand owners, giving them the sign to prepare to revolt. A network of messengers would fan out to spread the news, then remain in place to deliver the signal for action.
The fighting would erupt when our wagon went inside the Keep. The cart turned around a corner. It stopped with a jerk.
Ari cursed and the jangle of many horses surrounded us. A familiar voice called out, “Oh no. This will not do.”
Cahil.
CHAPTER 32
CAHIL AND HIS MEN had found us. Trapped inside my crate, I could do nothing but wait for the inevitable. I hoped Valek and the others hiding in the wagon would be able to sneak away.
“I assume you have Yelena hidden somewhere in your wagon?” Cahil asked.
“Have who, sir?” Ari asked, playing innocent. “All I have is goods for the market.”
“For the market? The market you just rode through without stopping to unload? I don’t think so. Despite your disguises and weak attempts to explain your presence, I know who you are and why you’re here. In fact, I was sent by Jal to come and escort you to the Keep.”
I heard a creak as Ari shifted his weight and I detected a faint rustling from below me. Probably Valek opening his escape panel.
“Relax,” Cahil said. “I’m not here to capture you. I’m here to join you. And I hope for the sake of all our lives you have a decent plan.”
I had to let Cahil’s words sink in. Had he just said he wanted to join us?
“A plan, sir?” Ari asked.
Cahil snorted with exasperation. “Yelena! Leif!” he called. “Come out and tell your big northern friend I’m telling the truth. Look for yourselves. My men have not drawn their—”
A surprised yelp followed a thud. Then Ari moved off the wagon and the rugs on top of my crate scraped away. The lid lifted. I had my switchblade in hand, but Ari’s amused face greeted me. He helped me stand. Valek had a knife to Cahil’s throat. He and Cahil were on the ground. Cahil’s men remained on their mounts. The men appeared tense and alert but hadn’t drawn any weapons. Leif and Janco joined Ari and all three pulled their blades. Marrok stayed on Garnet.
“Tell me why I shouldn’t cut your throat?” Valek asked Cahil.
“You won’t get into the Keep without me,” he said. He kept still and held his hands up and away from his body.
“Why this sudden change of heart?” I asked.
Cahil’s gaze met mine. Hatred still radiated from his eyes but the pain of betrayal tainted them. “You were right.” He said each word as if it hurt him. “They’re using me and…”
“And what?” I prompted.
“The rituals and killings have gotten out of hand. I can’t be a part of it anymore.” He looked at Marrok. “I wasn’t raised to be a killer. I was raised to be a leader. I’ll earn my throne the old-fashioned way.”
Although the expression on Marrok’s face never changed, his body relaxed.
“How do we know you’re telling the truth?” Ari asked.
“Yelena knows through her magic.”
I shook my head. “I can’t use it. It will alert Jal and risk the mission.”
“She already knows you’re here. You have thwarted her a number of times, although it will be more difficult now, as she has gained an incredible amount of power through the Kirakawa ritual.”
“She?” Valek and I asked in unison.
“We thought Jal was Gede,” I said.
Cahil blinked at us for a moment. “You didn’t know? What else don’t you know? You were planning an attack at the Keep, right? I thought you had it all figured out.”
“You thought wrong,” I said, annoyed. “We had to guess about the state of affairs inside the Keep.”
“Then here’s a way for me to prove my loyalty. I’ll tell you what’s been going on and will help you get inside. Agreed?”
Valek and I exchanged a glance.
“Do I still get to kill him?” Valek asked.
“At the first sign of betrayal, yes,” I said.
“What about after this is all over?”
“Then it’s your call.”
Cahil stared at us. “Hold on. I’m risking my life to help you. I’d like some guarantees.”
“We’ve come to a point where there are no guarantees. For any of us,” I said.
“That’s not very encouraging,” Cahil said.
“It’s not supposed to be. You should know what happens when you play with fire, Cahil. Eventually, you’ll get burned. Now, tell us what you know,” I ordered.
Valek removed his knife from Cahil’s throat and stepped back. Cahil scanned the area. We had attracted quite the crowd, but I saw to my relief that there were no Vermin among them. Then it hit me—why not? I asked Cahil.
He gave me a sardonic smile. “They’re all at the Keep. Roze plans a massive Kirakawa ritual using all the magicians she has captured to empower all her favorite Warpers in one sweep. And you’re to be the coup de gr? ce.”
My blood turned to ice. “Roze?”
A superior expression settled on Cahil’s face. “Yes, Roze Featherstone, First Magician also known as Jalila Daviian, First Warper and founder of the Daviian Clan.”
All color drained from Leif’s face. “But how? Why?”
