I paused. What I wanted was to go home, shower, and change into clean clothes. “Can’t you do that?” I asked.
He frowned. “Well, certainly, but…”
But it should be my job. That was the unspoken message. I suspected Aeson would have never done such a thing. He would have left it to thugs. I knew if I delegated it to Rurik, he’d do it without (much) complaint. There was something in his eyes, though, that told me he expected more of me than an ordinary monarch. I’d never expected to gain such regard from him-or to feel so uneasy about it. Rurik had pissed me off to no end in the past, but suddenly, I didn’t want to disappoint him.
“Okay,” I said. “Let’s do it.”
I’d interrogated plenty of monsters, gentry, and even humans in my day. But there was something weird about interrogating prisoners. It was strange enough to learn that I actually had a dungeon in the castle. There were even shackles on the wall, but thankfully, our two prisoners weren’t bound. They were a man and a woman, both ragged and sullen. He looked my age; she looked older.
I entered the bronze-barred cell, Rurik and another guard behind me. I crossed my arms over my chest and swallowed my misgivings. I was Eugenie Markham, badass shaman and slayer of Otherworldly miscreants. This was no different from any of my other jobs.
“Okay,” I told the prisoners, my voice harsh. “We can make this easy or hard. Answer my questions, and it’ll go a lot faster and smoother for all of us.”
The woman glared at me. “We don’t answer to you.”
“That’s the funny thing,” I said. “You do. You’re in my land. You’re under my rule, my jurisdiction.”
She spat on the ground. “You’re a usurper. You stole the land from Aeson.”
Considering the way power was always shifting in the Otherworld, I found that statement ludicrous. “Everyone’s a usurper here. And in case you haven’t heard, I didn’t steal the land from him so much as blow him up.”
Her face remained hard, but I saw the slightest flicker of fear in the guy’s face. I turned to him. “What about you? You going to be reasonable? Are you going to tell me where the girls you kidnapped are?”
He nervously glanced at his companion. She gave him a hard look, its message easily interpretable: Don’t talk.
I sighed. I didn’t want to resort to torture. All-powerful ruler or not, it was just an ugly thing I didn’t want to dirty my hands with. I had a feeling my iron athame pointed at their throats would go a long way to get them to communicate. Instead, I opted for another solution.
Producing my wand, I stepped away from the others and spoke the words to summon Volusian. The momentary cold descended upon us, and then the spirit stood before me. Rurik and the guard were growing accustomed to this, but the prisoners gasped.
“Volusian,” I said. “Got a task for you.”
“As my mistress commands.”
I gestured to the prisoners. “I need you to put muscle on them. Get them to talk.”
Volusian’s red eyes widened slightly, the closest he ever came to looking happy.
“But you can’t kill them,” I added hastily. “Or hurt them-much.”
The pseudo-happiness disappeared.
“Start with the guy,” I said.
Volusian sidled across the cell and was only reaching his hand out when the guy cracked. “Alright! Alright! I’ll talk,” he cried.
“Stop, Volusian.”
The spirit stepped back, his glum expression growing.
“I don’t know anything about girls disappearing,” the man said. “We aren’t taking them.”
“You’ve been preying on people,” I pointed out. “And girls have been vanishing near your base of operation. Seems kind of suspicious.”
He shook his head frantically, eyeing Volusian warily. “No, it’s not us.”
“Have you heard of them disappearing?”
“Yes. But it’s not us.” His words were adamant.
“Yeah, well, I find it hard to believe they’re all running off. If it’s not you, then who is it?”
“You’re a fool,” the woman snapped. “What would we do with a group of girls?”
“The same thing men usually use girls for,” I replied.
“We can barely feed our own people! Why would we take on more mouths to feed?”
That was kind of a good question. “Well, you still haven’t really given me another explanation.”
“We heard a monster’s doing it,” the man blurted out.
“A monster,” I repeated flatly. I looked over to Rurik who simply shrugged. I turned back to the prisoners. “Any details on this monster?”
Neither responded. It was strange, particularly considering how some prejudiced part of me still regarded most gentry as dishonest, but I believed them about not taking the girls. I thought the monster explanation was bullshit, but they might honestly have believed it to be true. Volusian took a step forward without my command, and the guy hastily spoke.
“The monster lives in our land. In the Ald-Thorn Land, that is.”
“How do you know that?” I asked.
“Because only girls from the Thorn Land have disappeared,” the woman said. “Westoria borders the Rowan Land, and two of their villages are very close. Skye and Ley. But they’ve had no one go missing.”
“You guys seem to know a lot about this for allegedly not being involved.”
“We don’t need to be involved. We raid both sides of the border-word gets around.” She spoke of her raiding as a matter of pride, and I tried not to roll my eyes.
“Okay. Let’s put the girls on hold. Where did the fire demons come from?”
No answer.
I sighed again. “Volusian.”
Volusian swiftly moved forward again and wrapped his hand around the guy’s throat. Most spirits had little substance, but with his power, Volusian was as solid as any of us, his touch cold and deadly. The man screamed and crumpled to the ground.
“Stop! Stop!” yelled the woman. “I’ll tell you.”
I halted Volusian and looked at her expectantly. The man remained on the floor, rubbing his throat and moaning. The skin on his neck bore bright red marks. The woman looked angrier than ever.
“It’s our leader who summons them. Cowan.”
“You expect me to believe some vagrant has that kind of power?” I asked. “Why isn’t he off working for a noble?”
“He was a noble, one of Aeson’s advisors. He preferred to live a rough life, rather than work for someone like you.”
“Aeson did have a noble named Cowan,” Rurik said. “Her story isn’t implausible.”
I suddenly felt weary. None of these were the answers I wanted. No leads on the girls, and now I had a rogue noble who could summon demons. “Okay,” I said. “That’s all I’ve got for now.”
“What are you going to do with us?” the woman demanded.
“Another excellent question,” I murmured.
“Aeson would have killed them,” said Rurik.
“And you know I’m not Aeson.”
Would setting them free accomplish anything? Much of what they’d done had been from hunger and desperation, not that that justified robbing and potentially killing and kidnapping. If I freed them out of guilt, I doubted they’d learn their lessons and go on to become upright citizens. I certainly wasn’t going to kill them, though. I didn’t even want to hold them in this cell much longer.
The guard who’d accompanied Rurik cleared his throat. “Your majesty, you could sentence them to a work detail.”
“A work detail?”
“There are others like them, other criminals, who serve a term doing labor as punishment for their
