explosion of violence. But the clan leader made no move to attack the youth.
“You’d be talking about your father, eh?” Samnus’s mouth folded up in a tight smile. “Aye, I know Hagan. From long ago. I came to him before Aldercairn. Did you know that? I asked him to come to the peace-meet, to hear what was said, but he refused.”
“My father isn’t a coward either,” Keegan said, finally meeting the outlaw’s gaze.
The two stared at each other for a long heartbeat, and then Samnus’s smile erupted into a full grin, which only made his face more hideous.
“No, he’s not, boy. He’s just become an old man, and that’s not such a bad thing. I can’t say the same fate will ever befall me.”
Caim glanced between them, and then at Liana. She seemed agitated, but the moment of violence seemed to have passed.
“Are we okay then?” he asked.
“Good as gold,” Samnus replied. “So you can take your hand off that pig-sticker, son.”
Carrying the prisoner between them, Caim and Keegan maneuvered down the passageway with Liana and the thane behind them. Caim stopped to peer down the side corridors. The presence of sorcery had touched a nerve in him. He needed to get out of here. More than that, he needed Kit. He felt like a blind man navigating through this labyrinth without her.
A shadow landed on his shoulder. Caim gritted his teeth and fought not to brush it off as a chill bit into his skin. A picture formed in his head. Men climbing the stairs. A flash of metal. Soldiers.
Caim shoved open the door to the staircase with his elbow and listened.
“What are-?” Keegan started to ask.
Caim shushed him. He heard it again, the sound of clomping boots. He pushed the prisoner into Keegan’s arms as the door on the opposite landing popped open. Ramon and his cousin rushed out and slammed the portal shut behind them. Their weapons dripped with fresh blood.
A moment later, loud voices shouted from below. Caim drew his knives and went to the stairs. Company was coming. A lot of company.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Screeching winds blasted Kit from every direction, making her regret every time she’d complained about Caim’s choices in women, or his attitude, or pretty much anything. The fear that she might never get back to him had lodged behind Kit’s heart as she trudged through this endless nightmare.
She stumbled over a crinkle in the ground and brushed up against the shadow beast. The massive head swung toward her. Kit patted Doggie’s shoulder as she righted herself. After their encounter with the monster of the mists, he had rejoined her looking little worse for wear, and they’d come to an uneasy agreement. He stuck around and kept her safe; in return, she tried not to talk too much. It wasn’t easy for her, but the alternative was even less desirable, so she soldiered on. And thought about Caim. A lot. Once, they had been best friends, but she didn’t know what was wrong with him lately. He was moody all the time. He hardly talked to her like he used to. He was changing, which she had always encouraged on account of his many aggravating habits, but not like this.
It’s been getting worse since we left Othir. I know he misses the mud-woman, but this is different. It’s almost like the bad stuff that he’s done is catching up with him.
Kit let her chin droop to her chest, her eyes half closed against the driving gale. The prickling had gotten stronger, or perhaps she was deluding herself. What if she wound up walking these featureless lands forever? No, she had to get back to Caim. If she did- when she did-she had to convince him to leave those northern lands before it was too late, before they changed him for real and good.
She glanced ahead for a moment. Something glimmered in the mists. Kit shaded her eyes as she peered into the shrieking gloam. There it was again! A few points off to the left. Could it be…? She glanced in the direction of the tingling itch, and then back to the light.
Slapping Doggie on the shoulder, Kit started running toward the glow. The beast kept pace. Side by side they came upon a circle of light glowing in midair. Another portal. But there was something different about it. The circle was dimmer than the other portal. She glanced at Doggie, but it gave no comment. With a held breath, Kit reached out to the circle. Something moved on the other side of the glow, indistinct shapes in its gold-gray surface. She leaned forward and saw a pale oval. A man’s face.
“Caim!”
She rushed forward and yelped when her fingers met a hard plane of resistance. Kit clawed at the portal, but it adamantly refused her. Damned thing. Let me through!
But it was no use. Shaking with frustration, she rubbed her fingers and stared through the window at her mud-man. He was walking through a dark place. She got the impression there might be others with him. Was he in trouble? Most likely. He could never stay out of it whenever she wasn’t around.
She pounded on the hard surface. “I’m here, Caim!”
Kit couldn’t tell if he responded over the howl of the winds. She turned her head and froze as the portal’s view slid sideways. That was odd.
She turned her head the other way, and the perspective shifted back to where it had been before, centered on Caim’s face. With a little experimentation she was able to move the view in the portal in whatever direction she wanted. She turned the image completely around and tried to get a sense of his surroundings. It was a building of stone. A big building. There were people in little rooms. Her throat closed up for a moment. Caim was in prison! She nosed around for more information. Somehow she was able to expand the picture in a dizzying rush until she was looking at the structure from the outside. The place was even bigger than she had first thought. The night was extraordinarily dark, with almost no moonlight. Then she spotted some light. Torches. She swooped in closer and saw they were torches in the hands of big men. Men with armor and weapons, approaching the prison’s main gate. She did a quick count and was confident that Caim could slip away from them. Then the portal’s picture rippled. Kit grasped the cool edges, trying to stabilize it. Its illumination flickered. Not now!
As she tried to take the view back to Caim, Kit saw something on the periphery that made her stop. A curvy shape wrapped in a dark shroud approached amid the soldiers. The tip of Kit’s nose quivered. Oh, no. Caim! She’s coming! Caim!
Kit forced the portal toward the building. She didn’t blink when her viewpoint passed through the gate and into the darkness beyond. All she could think about was warning Caim.
The witch was coming.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Caim dove into the front ranks of the men coming up the steps. His assumption-that this was a patrol of jailors, maybe two or three at the most, lightly armed-collapsed when he ran into a squad of helmed spearmen. He barely had time to register this as he plunged into their midst.
He dropped two enemies in his first rush and sent another stumbling back into the men below with a kick to the face. Shouts resounded up the stairwell as Caim cut his way through leather and flesh. His only advantage lay in surprise and sheer ferocity, but that only lasted a few heartbeats before the soldiers discarded their ineffectual spears and drew smaller arms. Step by painful step they pushed him up the stairs until he was back on the landing. Then Keegan and Ramon’s cousin were on either side of him. Joram attacked like a man possessed, swinging his hammer with a vengeance. Caim scowled as a sword stroke meant for Keegan almost took off his ear. With another thrust, the soldiers pushed them back another few steps, almost to the wall. Joram didn’t retreat with them, but pressed forward by himself. The soldiers fell back before his intensity, but Caim saw the danger.
“Get back!” he grunted between breaths.
But it was too late; the soldiers surrounded the tall clansman, cutting him off from the landing and safe retreat. One moment Joram’s hammer rose and fell like he was pounding metal into submission, the next he and it
