Infinity Blade: Awakening

coveted the Infinity Blade. They weren’t the only ones.

Well, the boy had recovered the blade. That was just as well; better the foe he knew than the foe he did not.

The God King’s hand hovered above his input panel. The boy and the girl were no longer trying to kill one another. Pity. The God King could make out no sound; those systems actually had been damaged in the fighting.

He needed more redundancy there. He hated discovering where he’d been insufficiently prepared.

He pushed the button on his input pad. In doing so, he shut down and destroyed the entire deadmind system in his old palace. That one button-push remotely wiped all the memories, then set the fail-safes to destroy the deadminds’ mechanical housings. In moments, the palace systems were completely unrecoverable.

The cameras had to be turned off too. Unfortunate, but he had his other means of keeping watch on the boy.

The God King stood up. “Come.” Twelve knights in black armor fell in behind him as he strode from the room. “It’s time to pay a visit to the Worker.”

“The Deathless won’t leave you alone,” Isa said. “Not as long as you have that sword.”

“What do you know about the sword?” Siris replied, tapping his razor on the washbasin.

He’d stripped to the waist, and was standing in a bafflingly luxurious bathroom. It appeared that the God King, despite being immortal, had still needed to use the privy. There was a silver one in the corner. The mirror was almost as long as the wall, the washbasin was gold, and the polished razors were incredibly sharp. Isaline sat beside an enormous tub turning the water on and off. His mother would have loved a tub that large, though she’d have used it for washing clothing. The water came out warm.

“Well, I know that someone seems to want that sword badly,” Isa replied. “They sent those golems to get it. It must be important.”

He raised the razor to his skin. “Nice lie. You came here for the sword specifically, didn’t you?”

Isa sat primly, giving no reply.

“Well?” he asked.

“Give it to me,” she said, “and I’ll spread a rumor that I killed you and took it. They’ll believe me. You’ll be free to go back to your simple life.”

“What makes you think I want a simple life?”

“You’re the son of a farmer or something, whiskers. It comes with the package.”

Siris washed off the razor, keeping a close eye on her in the mirror’s reflection. Would she take the crossbow to him again? So far she hadn’t, though he did catch her slipping a fine hand mirror into her pouch.

“You have your vengeance,” she continued. “The God King is dead by your hands.”

“So you believe me on that now?” he said dryly.

“Sure. Why not? You have a bit of a godslayer look to you.” She was eyeing his chest in the mirror, smiling appraisingly to herself. He resisted the urge to grab his shirt and throw it on. Being leered at was an . . . unfamiliar experience.

Nobody should look at me like that, he thought. I should teach her, show her, make her bow. I-

He cut off that line of thought, razor frozen at his cheek. Where had those impulses come from?

“Look,” Isa said, rising, strolling toward him. “So you’ve done it. You killed the God King. Congratulations. You do realize that now every Deathless in the world is going to come hunting you for that blade, don’t you?”

He said nothing.

“Don’t you want to be done with this?” she asked. “Go back to your family and friends, Siris. Go be their hero. I’ll take the sword and lay down a false trail. Nobody will think to connect you-and the ones you love back home-to the man who slew the God King and stole his riches.”

“I already tried going back,” he said softly.

She frowned at him.

Still, her offer was tempting. At the very least, he could go make a new life somewhere. Perhaps visit his mother occasionally, once he was certain that he wasn’t being hunted. Of course, to do so he would have to trust this woman-a woman who had tried to kill him.

It would also mean giving away this weapon, the only weapon that could fight the Deathless. That made him hesitate, which made him feel like a fool. He’d come to this castle seeking freedom, hadn’t he? This was a great chance for that.

I do want freedom, he told himself. But I’m not going to take it until I’m certain I’m not damning humankind by giving away our one path to salvation.

In the end, he needed to be able to face his mother with a clean conscience. So, as he shaved, he quietly revised his goals. He would find freedom, would find someplace anonymous to hide, but only after he had properly disposed of this weapon. Perhaps delivered it into the hands of someone he trusted to use it to fight.

Isa took a step toward the sword. Siris snatched it by reflex, dropping the razor to the basin with a clatter.

“Touchy,” she noted, then reached past him-and the sword-to pick up what appeared to be a soap dish made entirely of silver. The motion put her close to him. Close enough that he readied himself to slap her hand if she tried to knife him in the gut.

She stepped back and held the soap dish up to the light. Her scent lingered close to him. No perfume. She smelled of leather and of wax. Good smells.

She dropped the dish into her pouch.

“Looting?” he said. “You’re nothing but a common thief.”

Isa slung her crossbow over her shoulder-she wore it on a strap, like an over-arm pack. “Hardly.”

“Then what are you?” Siris asked, genuinely curious.

“A person who gets things done,” she replied, turning and walking toward the exit.

“For a price, I assume.”

“There’s always a price,” she said. “Thing is, if you’re lucky, someone else ends up paying it for you. I’m going to go wait down below until you decide to hire me.”

She turned to leave.

“Wait. What did you just say?”

She looked back at him. “Well, it doesn’t look like you’re going to let me take the blade-”

“I’ll die before you lay hands on it.”

“I don’t doubt that’s true,” she said, a twinkle to her eye. “Answer something for me. How did you find your way to this castle?”

“Everyone knows where it is. You just keep following the river until you reach the cliffs.”

“And I assume that before coming here, you hadn’t ever left your little town?”

“Why would I have needed to?”

She just smiled. “I know where everything is-everything-and I can get you wherever you want to go. Keep that in mind as you contemplate sitting here, in a castle everyone knows how to find, holding a weapon that everyone wants.”

She strode out the door.

What a strange woman, Siris thought, holding the Infinity Blade close. Her last words lingered with him. In a castle everyone knows how to find . . . a weapon everyone wants . . .

After a moment of consideration, he went looking for Strix.

“Great master,” Strix said from beside the broken throne. “It is so wonderful to see you well. The golems’ attack did not harm you greatly, did it?”

Siris didn’t reply at first. He walked around the throne, feet crunching on bits of broken marble. He’d found the