“Do we make camp here? It’s growing dark,” Balkir demanded as he rode up to join them. He cast a contemptuous glance at the castle. “It is nothing. Nasim should have sent me alone. He didn’t need you.”
Evidently Balkir felt none of the unease she and Kadar shared, Selene realized. She glanced at Haroun. The boy looked tired but not frightened. No one but Kadar and she seemed to sense this impending-
Kadar nodded. “Tell the men we’ll camp here for the night.” He slipped from the saddle before helping Selene from her horse. “But keep a sharp watch.”
Selene moved restlessly on her blanket. She was tired, bone weary from the long journey, but she could not sleep. Why didn’t Kadar come back to the camp? After they had eaten, he left without a word and climbed the slope overlooking Sienbara.
He was still there. She had left her tent flap open and she could see him silhouetted against the moonlit sky.
What was he thinking?
Well, she would never know unless she asked him, she thought impatiently.
She tossed her blanket aside and left the tent. A moment later she was climbing the slope.
“I was expecting you.” His gaze didn’t leave the castle as she came to stand next to him. “It took you long enough.”
“I can’t sleep. What are you doing?”
“Listening.”
“Listening?”
“Don’t you hear it calling?”
She tilted her head. It was a still night, and yet, did she hear…? “I hear nothing. You’re mad.”
“Perhaps.” He smiled down at her. “Or perhaps you’re afraid to hear it.”
“There’s nothing to hear but the wind blowing through the cypress.”
“Nasim taught me there’s always more to hear than one would think. Places call, people call. One must only open one’s mind to hear them.”
His head lifted, his gaze returning to the castle, and she could sense his excitement. It was as strange as this place, and it frightened her. “It’s only the wind. Come back to camp and go to sleep.”
“In a moment.”
“Now.”
“What a nagging wench you are.” He turned and started down the slope. “There’s nothing to fear. You should embrace new experiences.”
“Like trying to find a way into an enemy castle to get that foolish box?” She fell into step with him. “When will you go?”
“Tomorrow night. Midnight. I’ll scale the south wall.”
“Alone?”
“I’m safer alone. Nasim was right in that.”
“Then he should have come himself.”
“I think he was afraid.”
“What?”
“I’ve never known him to fear anything, but I think he was afraid to come here. Interesting, is it not?”
More chilling than interesting. “So he sent you to face this Tarik.”
“Tarik…” He glanced over his shoulder at the castle. “Nasim told me little about him. That’s odd in itself. He usually made sure I knew everything about a situation.”
“You know that Tarik usually sends back Nasim’s men in pieces. You’ve made no attempt to hide our presence here. What if he finds out there are strangers about?”
“He already knows.”
She stared at him in astonishment.
“We’ve been watched since early this morning. It has to be Tarik.”
“And you’re still going to the castle tomorrow night?”
He nodded.
“Dear God, you’re truly a madman.” She tried to steady her voice. “Why?”
“He’s waiting for me.”
“Then let him wait.”
“But that would be no challenge at all.”
“
He went on as if he hadn’t heard her. “I’ll tell Balkir and his men to wait for me near the south wall. He should leave only a token guard on you and Haroun. It may be the best opportunity for you to escape. Run to the woods and hide. I’ll find you.”
She was supposed to leave while he was in Tarik’s castle? “No.”
“It will be better for me not to have to worry about you.”
“I want you to worry about me. You should worry. It’s your fault we’re here. Maybe if you worry enough you won’t be so eager to take challenges from men who-” She broke off and drew a deep breath. “I’ll wait to leave until you come back.”
If he came back.
“I’ll come back,” he said, as if he’d read her mind. “There’s something waiting here, but I don’t think it’s-” He shrugged. “But I could be wrong. Death has many masks to fool a man.”
Her hands clenched into fists. “Don’t you
“I’ll try to oblige you.” They had stopped beside her tent. “There’s something I have to ask you.”
“Then ask it.”
“Are you with child?”
“Would it stop you from going if I was?”
“No, but I’ll need to make plans and find a priest to wed us. I must take care of my child.”
He would make plans to keep her and the babe safe, but he would still go his own way, as he’d done that night at Montdhu. She would not have it. “I will not wed you. I’m not with child.”
“You’re certain?”
She was not at all certain. It was time for her flux, but she was often late and she had missed her time before. It could be true. “Of course I’m certain.”
His lips twisted. “I know I should be relieved, but I find I’m disappointed. I’ve been thinking of you with child of late, how you’d look, how you’d feel…” He pushed her into the tent and lifted her blanket. “Enough of this. Now lie down and go to sleep-if you can.”
“Of course I can.” She dropped to her knees on her pallet and jerked the blanket from his hands. “You don’t think I lie here worrying about you? I was just restless tonight.”
“You might ask yourself why. Was it concern, or did you hear what I-”
“Neither. It was caused by a bellyache from the rabbit stew I had for supper.” She snuggled down and closed her eyes.
His low laugh was full of amusement.
But when she opened her eyes a few minutes later, he was not laughing. He was kneeling by his blanket a few yards away from her tent. His head was lifted to the night sky.
Listening.
Kadar pulled himself up the final few yards and over the wall.
No guard.
Too easy.
He froze in place, his gaze raking the courtyard below. Soldiers were at the gate and on the far battlement, but not here.
Why?
It didn’t matter. He couldn’t stop now. The excitement was growing with every breath. He moved silently along the battlement, opened the oak door, and started down the long, twisting stairs.
No torch brightened the thick blackness, but he was accustomed to darkness. His hand tightened on the hilt of his dagger.
