'Where is Jace Beleren?'
CHAPTER THREE
'Favarial.' Kallist was denied even the feeble comfort of glaring at his interrogator, for his attention was fixed on the crossbows aimed at Liliana's back. 'I couldn't begin to tell you where in the district, and I can't even promise he's still there, but last we talked, he lived in Favarial.'
Semner nodded slowly and turned to the men in the doorway. 'She can go. Kill him.'
Liliana's eyes widened; her lip quivered as though she had something to say, something she couldn't quite voice. Three evil grins formed around and behind her, and three evil bolts shifted their aim to Kallist's chest.
Kallist felt his heart race and his palms grow clammy. And then, as though doused with a bucket of snow, he cooled. He felt calm, collected. He'd faced worse situations; hell, he'd subjected people to worse situations.
'Bad, bad idea, Semner,' he said, his voice level. 'I didn't think even you were that stupid.'
Curiosity warred with anger on the ugliest face in the room, and curiosity beat the stuffing out of it. Semner raised a hand, halting his men even as their fingers began to tighten on their triggers.
'Meaning what, exactly?'
'Favarial's an awfully long way away,' Kallist told him. 'That's several days before you know for certain if I'm lying or not.'
Semner ground his teeth. 'Are you?'
'No.' A smile. 'As far as you know.'
'Damn it, Rhoka…'
'And what if he's left?' Kallist plunged on. 'Obviously, you found me more easily than you could find him, or we wouldn't be having this lovely heart-to-heart. He could be anywhere.' He might not even be on Ravnica anymore. Of course, Semner wouldn't understand that. 'We may not talk anymore, but I still know the man a lot better than you do. If I'm lying, or if he's moved on, how do you plan to find him without me?'
The grinding in Semner's jaw grew to almost tectonic levels. But Kallist had him, and he knew it.
'All right.' The mercenary finally relented. 'You get to keep breathing.' He gestured toward the chair he himself had occupied a few moments before. 'Tie her up. Make sure she's secure.'
'What?' Kallist scowled. 'You just told your men to let her go.'
'That was before you pointed out that I was being stupid,' Semner smirked. One of the thugs departed to locate more rope; Semner turned toward those remaining. 'Errit, you and Rin stay here. Sleep in shifts; I want someone watching them at all times.
'I may not be a mage,' he allowed, with a bitter glance at Kallist, 'but I can hire people who are. Once we've reached Favarial, I'll find a messenger who can send you word, let you know if he told us the truth.
'And if he didn't,' Semner added darkly, 'your job will be to scar the woman up good.'
Kallist snarled in frustration. He was not, however, the only one present to take issue with that plan.
'Urn, boss?' the one named Errit interjected, his voice uncertain. 'You really want us to watch these two? For days? Just two of us?'
'They'll be tied up.'
'But, uh… Didn't you tell me they were witches? What if they put a hex on Rin, or turn me into a gobber, or something?'
'Then you'll have a better chance of attracting women!' Semner growled, though his expression had grown uncertain.
'You'll have to take us with you, Semner,' Liliana taunted. 'All it takes is the right word, even the right look. There's no way your goons can keep the both of us confined for days.'
'The hell they can't,' he snarled back, grinning suddenly. Liliana winked at Kallist, who had to struggle not to laugh out loud.
'Gag them,' Semner ordered his men, 'and find something to blindfold them. That should keep them from casting or aiming much of anything. And if not…'
Slowly he turned to Liliana, looking her lasciviously up and down. She shuddered, her skin crawling as though he'd actually run his hands across her body. Kallist wished desperately for a knife, or even a piece of broken glass.
'One of them makes even the slightest suspicious move,' Semner told Errit. 'Cut something personal and irreplaceable off the other one. That should keep 'em in line.'
The door swung open and the other returned, a coil of rope slung over one shoulder. He dripped profusely as he crossed the floor, and the sounds through the open doorway suggested that the steady drizzle had become an honest downpour.
'Food?' Errit asked Semner as the man with the rope moved to the chair and began uncoiling his burden. 'Water?'
'Eh. We'll only be three or four days. Won't kill them to go without food. Water… Just soak the gags every few hours, let them suck the water out of 'em.'
'And if they have to relieve themselves?' Clearly he was still nervous about the notion of having an unrestrained mage in the room.
Semner just grinned. 'It'll cover the scent of Rhoka's vomit.'
Shoulders straight and head held high, Liliana strode across the room and sat in the chair herself, rather than allowing herself to be manhandled into it. Even as Errit and the woman-Rin, presumably-began wrapping the ropes around her, her eyes locked on Kallist's own. Slowly, deliberately, they drifted down to indicate the ropes, and back up. Ever so slightly, he nodded in turn.
Without the slightest hint of sound, Liliana's lips began to move.
In a matter of moments, she was tied as thoroughly as Kallist himself, Semner had offered them another handful of snide and threatening comments, and the house had slowly emptied out. All that remained, now, were two bound prisoners, two nervous captors, and the sound of the ever-increasing rain.
A little knowledge, or so the saying goes, is a dangerous thing. And that's what Semner, undisciplined and unstudied as he was in the ways of magic, possessed: a little knowledge. If he'd known just a bit more, paid slightly better attention to the mages with whom he'd worked or the few lessons he'd received, he might've known just how quickly simple magics could be worked; might've realized how thoroughly he was being played when Liliana intimated that binding and gagging would prove anything more than an inconvenience.
The necromancer had rotted the ropes away to sludge before Semner had even departed the house-a fact concealed by Kallist's own spell, a minimal phantasmagoria that made the bindings appear as solid as ever, even shifting and rustling with the captives' movements. And then they waited, the prisoners fidgeting, Errit nervously pacing the room, Rin digging around in the linens for viable gags and blindfolds. She finally settled on a few strips of bed sheet and the sleeves torn off an old tunic.
Kallist winced as the cloth was shoved in his mouth and draped over his head. Yet even as the room vanished behind off-white linen, he allowed his body to go limp, his mind and his focus to sharpen, as he drew upon the mana of the wells and cisterns beneath the district's roads. Earlier, hungover and all but drowning in adrenaline, he couldn't make the spell work. But now, now he cast his sight out from his head; it felt, if anything, even easier than he'd anticipated. The ragged sheet seemed to draw near and then vanish as he surveyed the room from a spot several inches in front of his face. From there he watched and waited for Liliana to make the first move.
The sound of the downpour faded, resuming the gentle background rustle of the night before. The shutters over the windows glowed faintly with the first stirrings of a bashful dawn.
Errit actually uttered a startled squeak when Liliana stood up from her chair, doffed her bonds and removed the makeshift hood and gag with contemptuous ease, offering him her most dazzling, seductive smile.
And that was more than enough distraction for Kallist to stand up and smash the thug over the back of the head with his chair.
The sound didn't wake Rin, who had gone to sleep away Errit's first shift. Thanks to the shadowy form that had lurked beneath the bed since the start of Liliana's chant, run its hideous limbs across the sleeping woman, and vanished once more into the aether, nothing would wake Rin ever again.
