cheeks as crimson as blood.
“Milady, forgive me! I thought…” The ranger directed his gaze to the ground, apparently unable to finish while he was looking at Tanalasta. “I thought you wanted me to.”
“I did-I do.” Tanalasta smiled and took his hand, but was careful to keep him at arm’s length. “But I think I’d better keep a clear head, don’t you?”
Rowen nodded, his expression changing from mortification to relief to anxiety. “We’d both better-it’s just that I’ve never felt anything… well, a kiss has never been quite like that.”
“What did you expect when you kissed a princess?” Tanalasta chuckled, then glimpsed the fleeting expression of guilt that flashed through Rowen’s eyes. “Or have you done that before?”
Rowen looked away and started to answer, but Tanalasta quickly raised her hand to silence him. “Never mind.”
“But-“
“I don’t want to hear it.” Tanalasta shook her head emphatically. “It might make me change my mind about rescuing the little trollop.”
“But-“
“Rowen, that was a command!”
Tanalasta slipped around the corner and stepped through the gate, holding her bracers in her hands. On the far side of the bailey, the ghazneth’s wing was still visible, protruding up from behind the dirt pile it had excavated. A cold chill crept down the princess’s spine, and she found herself wishing that Rowen hadn’t been so quick to see the wisdom of her plan. He was still taking the greatest risk by far, but Tanalasta was inexperienced at being bait and could not help fearing she would make some terrible error that would get them both killed. She checked to make sure her weathercloak remained secure on her shoulders, then angled toward the iron sword, counting the steps she had taken since coming through the gate.
When the count reached ten, Tanalasta slipped her bracers onto her wrists, then pictured her sister’s face and closed the clasp. The metal tingled beneath her fingers. Alusair’s image grew haggard and wan-looking. She had dark circles beneath her eyes and sunken cheeks, and she seemed to be lying on her back in a very dark place. When she showed no sign of feeling her sister’s mind-touch, Tanalasta experienced a moment of panic and very nearly cried out in grief.
As the princess struggled with her alarm, the ghazneth’s shadowy head appeared above the dirt pile. It turned toward the gate and stared directly at her, its beady eyes gleaming red in the murkiness beneath the tree. Tanalasta allowed her very real terror to voice itself in a scream, signaling to Rowen that she had been seen.
The vultures responded by launching themselves up through the buckeye’s gnarled umbrella, and the ghazneth scrambled over its dirt pile, springing after Tanalasta with a bone-chilling hiss. She spun on her heel and sprinted for the gate.
Inside Tanalasta’s mind, Alusair’s gaze suddenly shifted and grew a little less glassy.
Outside keep with Rowen, Tanalasta sent. Though she had rehearsed the message a dozen times after describing her plan to Rowen, the princess found it astonishingly difficult to keep her thoughts straight with a ghazneth swooping after her. Iron sword twenty paces outside portcullis on left. In this together!
Alusair’s image blinked twice. Tanalasta?
Tanalasta could not respond. The weathercloak’s magic allowed her to send only one short message to the recipient, and the recipient to respond with only a few equally short words. By the time she reached the gate, her ears were filled with the throbbing of the ghazneth’s wings beating the air. She spied the little trench Rowen had kicked into the dirt and hurled herself over the threshold, tucking her shoulder as he had taught her. A loud, sick crackle erupted behind her. Tanalasta rolled to her feet, howling in triumph.
It was a short-lived victory yell.
Rowen stood in the gateway, the butt of his pike braced in the kick-trench, his rear elbow locked over the long shaft and his forward arm braced against his hip to provide support. The ghazneth had impaled itself at the other end of the weapon as planned, but it was hardly the limp, lifeless heap Tanalasta had expected. The phantom was dragging itself down the shaft in a mad attempt to jerk the pike from its ambusher’s grasp.
Though this ghazneth was as naked as the other two the princess had seen, it was much more powerful- looking, with a broad chest, hulking shoulders, and a blocky male face. It had three goatlike horns at its scalp, a jutting brow, and a flat, porcine nose from which it spewed clouds of foul-smelling black fog every time it exhaled. So long were the thing’s arms that though it was only halfway down the pike, Rowen had to lean away when it swung at him to avoid being gouged by its curled black talons.
Tanalasta raised one hand toward the creature’s chest. “Rowen, get down!”
“What?” Rowen ducked a massive claw, then tried to swing the pike back and forth in an effort to widen the ooze-pouring wound in the creature’s chest. “I’m all that stands between you-“
“Do it!” Tanalasta commanded. Not waiting to see if he would obey, she slapped her bracers. “King’s bolts!”
A fiery tingling shot up her arm, then Rowen hurled himself to the ground just as four golden bolts shot from Tanalasta’s fingertips.
The ghazneth was as quick to furl its wings as its fellows, but the pike running through its breast prevented the leathery appendages from drawing completely closed. Tanalasta’s magic bolts shot through the tiny gap, catching the creature square in the sternum and launching it backward through the gate.
The ghazneth slammed down on its back and rolled once, snapping the pike off at both ends. Behind it, Tanalasta glimpsed half a dozen figures staggering out of the goblin keep. Then the creature was on its feet again, gathering itself to spring.
“What now?” Rowen gasped, struggling in vain to recover even half as fast as their foe.
Tanalasta reached down for him. “My hand!”
This time, Rowen did not need to be told twice. He grabbed hold even as the princess was pushing her other hand into the weathercloak’s escape pocket. There was that instant of dark timelessness, then they were inside the bailey, next to the picked-over skeleton Tanalasta had noticed from the gate, surrounded by the haggard, staggering, filthy-smelling survivors of Alusair’s company. She and Rowen were staring at the jagged shaft of the broken pike protruding from between the ghazneth’s broken wings.
“The sword!” Tanalasta urged, pointing at the ground.
Rowen cursed, and she looked down to discover that the iron sword was gone.
The ghazneth spun on them, spreading its wings wide to sweep its attackers off their feet as it turned. Alusair dropped out of the buckeye’s tangled umbrella, bringing the iron sword down toward the phantom’s skull. Her foot brushed one of its wings on the way down, and that was all the warning the thing needed. It slipped its head to one side, and the rust-coated blade slid down the side of its skull, slashing off an ear and biting deep into its collarbone.
The ghazneth roared in pain and used its good arm to slap Alusair off its back, then spun to finish her off. Tanalasta summoned her magic bolt spell to mind, but Rowen was already clutching the tip of their broken lance and hurling himself at the beast’s back.
The ranger struck at a full sprint, driving the dagger through a leathery wing and pinning it to the ghazneth’s back. The phantom roared and spun to face him, and then Alusair was behind it with the iron sword again, shredding its wings and hacking deep, oozing slashes into its legs. The ghazneth spun again, but this time it merely swatted the armored princess aside and hobbled through the gate as fast as a lightning bolt.
Tanalasta rushed to her sister’s side. Alusair lay sprawled on the face of a dirt mound, both eyes closed and breathing in quick, faint rasps.
Tanalasta kneeled and cradled her sister’s head in her lap. “Alusair! Can you hear me? Are you hurt?”
“Of course I’m hurt! You ever been hit by one of those things?” Alusair opened one brown eye and glared at Tanalasta. “And what in the Nine Hells are you doing here? This is no place for a crown princess!”
Seeing that her little sister would be fine, Tanalasta smiled and said, “No, Alusair, it’s not.”
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