“I hope not. He seemed decent enough.” She changed the subject. “How are we to escape? The tent is guarded.”
“I’ll have to think about it.”
“I’ve already thought of a way.” She looked away from him. “You should leave me and go back to the castle. Then later tonight I’ll escape by myself. You can wait for me by the north gate and let me in.”
He shook his head.
“It’s the best plan. You know it is. If you try to take me, we may both be killed.”
“We go together.”
“Don’t be stubborn. Do you think I need to rely on you for help? I got myself into this predicament, it’s up to me to get myself out.”
“Together.” He smiled. “Always together. Haven’t you learned that yet?”
She felt the tears sting her eyes. “I could not bear it if you were hurt for my sake,” she whispered.
“You could bear it. You could bear anything.”
She smiled shakily. “Of course I could. And I don’t know why I should be concerned about you anyway. Everything that’s happened is all your fault.”
“And I thought you were blaming yourself. I’m glad you’ve recovered your senses.”
“It’s my fault we’re in danger right now, but we’d still be safely at Montdhu if you-”
“Hush.” He was chuckling as he shook his head. “Very well, everything is my fault. I admit it.”
“Well, almost everything.” She moved toward the tent entrance and gazed out at the walls of the fortress. “And if you can think of no other plan, then we will go with mine. Do you understand?”
“I understand I’m growing weary of ultimatums. I like yours no more than I did Nasim’s.”
Despair surged through her. “Please,” she whispered.
“Come here.”
She glanced over her shoulder. He had dropped down on the pallet and was holding his hand out to her. “Why?”
“Because I’m worried and a little discouraged and I need comfort. Will you give it to me?”
She could feel her resistance melting. What other man would admit weakness and need to a woman? She moved slowly toward him. “You wouldn’t have to worry if you’d leave and then let me-”
“Shh.” He pulled her down on the pallet. “Don’t talk. Just let me hold you.”
“We should be making plans.”
“We have several hours, and my mind doesn’t seem to be working properly at the moment.”
She drew him protectively closer. “It will be all right. I’ll think of something.”
“Will you?” He kissed her temple. “That would be a great relief to me.”
She had not lain with him since the last night at Maysef, and there was a warm sweetness to the moment. Surely it would do no harm to just lie here and comfort him.
And take comfort herself.
The sun rays streaming into the tent were lengthening, Kadar noticed. They had little time left. He should wake Selene.
She had dozed off over an hour ago, but he had been lying here thinking, weighing his alternatives. Not that there were many choices open to them. He could see only one that had even a possibility of success.
“It’s late.” Selene’s eyes were open, her expression panicked.
“It’s all right. There’s no hurry.” He sat up. “I’ve decided your plan is best after all.”
She sat up straight. “You have?”
“Why are you so surprised? You assured me that it was our best choice.”
“But you aren’t always sensible.”
“I can accept the premise but not all the details. I’ll go back to the castle at nightfall. Near midnight, when the camp is asleep, I’ll return for you.”
The mere idea made her panic. “No, you’ll get yourself killed.”
“If I hadn’t learned how to infiltrate a camp, Nasim would have banished me very early in my training. Be ready.”
“Don’t come. I won’t be here. I’ll leave before you arrive.”
He smiled. “But then I’ll surely be killed, for I’ll have to blunder around the camp looking for you.” He bent down and brushed a kiss on her nose. “Be ready.”
He should have been here by now, Selene agonized.
He had said near midnight.
Had they caught him?
No, she would have heard something.
Why? It took no noise to slip a dagger between a man’s ribs.
Selene drew a deep breath. Stop it. Imagining the worst would do no good.
She flexed her hunched shoulders and scooted closer to the entrance of the tent. Through the slit in the cloth, she could see the two guards standing a few yards away. How could one man take out two guards without rousing the camp?
One of the guards lifted his head as if listening. He said something to the other guard and then strode around the right side of the tent.
What had he heard?
Then she heard it. A soft trilling sound that might have been a bird.
It was not.
She heard the sound of a falling body through the thin material of the tent.
One guard left, but it would be difficult for Kadar to surprise him now that he had taken out the other man.
She jumped up and threw open the flap. The guard whirled to face her.
“I need to see Nasim,” she said. “I have something to tell him.”
The guard shook his head. “Tomorrow.”
“Now.” She moved out of the tent and to the left, still facing him. “He will punish you if you don’t wake him.”
The guard half-turned, following her. “He is more likely to punish me if I-”
Kadar was on him. His hand covered the guard’s mouth as his blade entered his heart. The man dropped to the ground.
Kadar motioned silently and Selene flew to his side.
He pushed her ahead of him around the right side of the tent.
Selene almost tripped over the body of the first guard Kadar had lured away. Then Kadar took her hand and was pulling her through the labyrinth of tents.
A few minutes later they reached the edge of the camp. Selene drew a deep breath. Too soon to be safe, but at least they had gotten this far without being discovered. Now they had only the run to the castle and-
“I thought you’d come back for her.”
They whirled to see Balkir standing beneath a tree a few yards away. The moonlight gleamed on the blade of the sword in his hand. “I’ve been waiting for you. Nasim was wrong to trust you. He should have let me fetch his treasure. I would never betray him.”
Kadar’s hand closed on Selene’s elbow. “Run,” he whispered in her ear. “I’ll follow.”
She shook her head. She would not leave him to face Balkir alone.
“Stop whispering. You’ve lost. Nasim believes you to be so clever, but I’m the one who’ll give him what he wants.” Balkir stepped forward, hatred twisting his features. “And I’ll take away what you want.”
He lunged forward, the sword pointed at Selene’s breast.
Die. She was going to-
Kadar leaped in front of her, knocking her to the ground.
The sword entered his chest.
“No!”
Balkir wrenched out the sword and Kadar fell to the ground. Selene watched the blood gush from the wound. She fell to her knees beside him. “Oh, sweet Jesus, please…”
