He was careful not to laugh. Let her enjoy her new-found sensuality. It was all part of the plan to attach her more firmly to him. He needed allies among his army's mages. He thought it best to start with her.
He wondered, briefly, if she would struggle under him like that Far Movement mage had. Dardas liked his bed partners to put up a bit of a fight.
Of course, that mage hadn't been a lover. Dardas had questioned the wizard, who was very forthcoming with that knife against his nose. Then, when Dardas had what he wanted, he had flicked the sharp tip of the blade across the mage's upper right arm, just a tiny cut. The poison on the blade acted fast. Dardas escaped the tent the way he'd come in, and flitted invisibly away through the falling night.
The mage, whenever he was discovered, would appear to have died from a seizure of some sort.
'Sir?' Raven was still waiting, looking a little nervous now.
Dardas favored her with a smile. 'Now, don't frown, girl. I've told you how pretty your smile is. There, that's it.'
She didn't blush this time, but proudly displayed her smile, even instinctively thrusting out her breasts for added effect.
'Raven,' he said, quietly now, 'I have need of you.'
Her face went still, expectantly.
He took a step toward her, laying his hands on her shoulders and squeezing slightly. He stooped so that he could peer directly into her eyes.
'How can I serve you, General?' she asked.
'I know the secret of Far Movement,' he said. 'I know which world it is the portals lead into. I intend to use those portals in a way your wizards haven't yet thought of.'
Raven was listening very solemnly and intently.
'And I want you to help me.'
AQUINT (4)
THEY HAD MISSED the joyous festival of Lacfoddalmendowl, which was disappointing. But Aquint and Cat were both glad to be back in Callah, even if they were now serving the enemy that had captured the city- state.
Aquint presented his credentials to Colonel Jesile at the Registry. The Felk governor of Callah had cropped hair the color of metal and a face equally hard. Nonetheless, his manner was polite, if somewhat cold.
'I trust you had a pleasant... journey,' Jesile said, looking at the scroll Lord Abraxis had given Aquint.
'As pleasant as it could be, I suppose,' Aquint said ruefully.
It was the second time he had passed through that weird, milky other-reality, crossing the distance from Sook in a matter of a few dozen steps. The world those portals opened into was so strange and disorienting. He and Cat had been instructed to walk a perfectly straight line, not to dawdle or deviate in any way.
They had done just that, eyes straight ahead. And yet... all the while Aquint had the awful, uneasy feeling that someone or something in that place was
He shuddered, thinking about it.
Jesile grunted. 'Yes. I feel the same way about being Far Moved. I supposed we'll have to get used to it. Once the Isthmus belongs entirely to Felk, we might all be moving around like that.'
'You think the wizards will be running everything when the war's over?' Aquint asked.
Jesile was suddenly leery. Aquint didn't understand; it had just been a casual question.
'What can we here in Callah do for Internal Security?' the Felk military governor finally said.
'I've been ordered to investigate local unrest.' Next to Aquint, Cat stood silently, eyes moving. 'This is my assistant.'
'Very well. How can my garrison assist you?'
Aquint had visited the Registry before, to file the licenses for his old freight hauling business. The building was large.
'I wish to see all your recent reports of arrests and disturbances,' Aquint said, adopting a businesslike tone. 'Tell me, do your soldiers arrest people for speaking treason against the empire?'
Jesile pursed his lips a moment, considering. He didn't want to say the wrong thing in front of an agent of the Internal Security Corps, Aquint realized.
'My garrison,' Jesile said, carefully, 'is instructed to exercise a degree of latitude when dealing with these locals. The aim, I believe, is to win them over as functional citizens of the empire ... not to terrorize them into useless submission.'
Aquint nodded. 'That's good, Colonel. I agree.' He was glad Callah was being governed by someone with some sense.
He requested a set of Callahan clothing for himself and Cat. He also procured a sling for his left arm. That way, if anyone asked why he, someone of qualified age, wasn't with the army, he could say he was on furlough after having been wounded.
He hit the streets eagerly, Cat alongside. He sucked in lungfuls of sweet, cool Callahan air, soaking up the familiar sights around him. There was evidence of the Felk occupation just about everywhere, from the patrols to the fact that there were no civilians of eligible military age around, but it didn't dampen his spirits.
'Wonderful to be home, isn't it?' he said, as they crossed through the marketplace and turned down a street.
'I was getting used to Sook, actually,' Cat said.
'Do you plan on looking up Tyber while we're here?' Cat said.
Aquint raised his hand. 'One racket at a time. Right now, I'm an Internal Security agent. You saw what pull that had just now, with our esteemed governor.'
'I saw,' Cat said.
'I think the possibilities of lining our pockets with this job are damned near limitless. But first, we've got to prove ourselves. Abraxis is going to want a report.'
'Why not just make one up?' Cat suggested blandly.
Aquint wasn't sure if the boy was being facetious or not. 'Too risky at the start. I want you to do what you do best, haunt the shadows and hear what people are saying.'
'That's not what I do best,' Cat said, his hand opening to reveal the brooch he'd snatched off a table in the marketplace.
'Call it one of your many talents, then, lad,' Aquint said. 'Jesile says people haven't been very happy about the new paper currency they've issued here. We'll start with that. Let's hope there's somebody committing treasonous crimes somewhere here. Otherwise, this Internal Security agent is going to find himself out of a job.'
AS PLEASING AS it was to be home again, Aquint was hardly totally relaxed. Thoughts of Abraxis hung over him like a dark cloud. He recalled vividly the sample of his blood the mage had taken in Sook. Abraxis kept those samples on his person at all times, he had said. That meant, if he appeared here in Callah to make a snap inspection, Aquint's sample would be with him, in that small red bag.
Aquint definitely didn't like the idea of Abraxis having the power of life and death over him, which was what possession of his blood sample implied.
Damned wizards.
He avoided revisiting his old warehouse, thinking the sight would probably depress him, but he did reacquaint himself with much of the city.
Inevitably he bumped into people he knew. His 'wounded' arm was effective in explaining his presence. It was good to see these old acquaintances, though many had a tired, beaten look about them. Every one of them asked him for news of the outside world. He sidestepped this by claiming he had been wounded shortly after being inducted into the Felk army, the injury serious enough to leave him virtually senseless for the past few lunes.
