wasn’t.
“What is it?” I asked.
“A spy orb.” Mychael called to the goblin mage. “Jash?”
“The leader of every Khrynsani patrol is supplied with them,” he said. “They pulsate when they get close to strong magic,” he explained to me. “It’s how they found our mages in the capital. Only the most powerful can tamp down their magic enough to be non-detectable. The iron ore in the walls of this cave is shielding us now. Sarad Nukpana issued spy orbs for you, Mistress Benares. There are hundreds of various sizes concealed around the city. He knew you’d come, and he wanted to know when and where you entered the city when you did.” Jash Masloc’s dark eyes narrowed. “The Saghred must have gifted you with extreme stealth; I sense absolutely no magic from you. Nor do you have discernable shields.”
I gave him a smile that hopefully didn’t look like the wince I felt. “The rock didn’t live this long without knowing the value of silence. Not to mention, the less between me and my targets, the better.”
I knew I wasn’t going to be setting off any kind of magical alarm inside this cave or out; and even though Tam trusted this Count Masloc guy, I didn’t want him knowing that. Tam didn’t speak up, so I took that to mean he agreed with me.
The spy orb suddenly flashed with a white light, and I couldn’t get my eyes closed fast enough. In addition to spots, I now saw three of everything. Great.
“Shit!” Mychael spat.
“Out!” Jash Masloc yelled to his people, not bothering with quiet. “Go, go,
Mychael grabbed the pendant’s chain with his gloved hand and snapped it from around the corpse’s neck, careful not to touch the pendant. He dropped it on the cave floor and slammed the heel of his boot down on the crystal, leaving nothing but dust.
Welcome to Regor.
Chapter 5
We were getting into Regor the same way Nath and his Resistance buddies had gotten out. We’d go under the city walls. Unfortunately, under meant underground.
I’d noticed that since the Saghred had latched onto me like a love-starved leech, I’d spent entirely too much time underground. Smuggling tunnels, sewage tunnels, dungeons, catacombs, and even your run-of-the-mill spooky basement, which had turned out to be demon infested. Thanks to the Saghred, I’d taken the scenic tour of them all. Though also thanks to the Saghred, I’d managed to survive all of the above. Maybe spending so much time underground because of the Saghred was some kind of twisted preparation for what was shaping up to be the mother of all subterranean excursions.
I swore to myself that if I got out of this alive, anywhere the sun didn’t shine, I didn’t go. No exceptions.
The only sky we’d seen was in the short dash from the cave with Carnades’s mirror to the cave we were now in. It had been a beautiful sunny day. Though the goblins around me had seen the bright blue sky as neither beautiful nor comforting—at least not comfortable. Goblins liked the dark. A lot. I guess somebody had to.
Caves were basically hollowed-out rock. In my opinion, a tunnel of hollowed-out dirt was just a grave waiting to collapse. It wasn’t a matter of if it would happen; it was when. The second time a troop of mounted horsemen thundered by overhead and clots of dirt fell from what passed for a ceiling, I thought that moment had arrived. While being squashed under tons of dirt would take care of all of our problems; it wasn’t the solution I was still hoping for.
Us alive. Sarad Nukpana dead. The Saghred reduced to dust, like the dirt presently covering my hair.
“Are we there yet?” Talon asked.
I muffled a snort.
“When we’re there, we’ll stop walking,” Nath told him.
If someone had given Nath and Talon a more-than-passing glance, they would have thought the two goblins were brothers. I estimated that Nath was about ten years older than Talon, which made me seriously question the wisdom of putting Nath in charge of a retrieval mission. Maybe that was why Jash Masloc was his shadow. The goblin mage gave the impression of steady calm, and that Tam respected him said even more. I knew for a fact it didn’t take much to send Talon flying off the handle. I hoped Nath had more of a grip on his impulses than his nephew did.
I had to hand it to everyone—for a crowd of people, they moved almost without a sound. Other than his one question, even Talon was keeping his mouth shut. The kid was probably scared to death. He’d never been to Regor, and he certainly had never been surrounded by this many pure-blooded goblins. And if traveling with heavily armed goblin Resistance fighters bothered Piaras, you’d never know it.
The Guardian cadet uniforms and armor were helping both of them. There weren’t any goblin Guardians, so perhaps the Resistance thought Talon must have been especially kick-ass in the magic and military departments to be recruited. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw two of the female Resistance fighters giving Talon the once-over. I knew that look. Heck, I’d given that look. These ladies weren’t evaluating Talon’s military prowess. Good thing the kid didn’t notice those glances, or we’d never get him to shut up.
“Where are Mother and Father?” Tam asked his brother. “Are they safe?”
Nath hesitated, then he and Jash Masloc exchanged a tense glance.
“Where are they?” Tam’s voice promised pain to whoever had made his parents not safe.
“Mother’s fine,” Nath told him. “If being in charge of the Resistance means that you’re fine. For every one of our people the Khrynsani take, Mother and her agents kill two—or more if they can get them.”
“Impressive,” Imala murmured.
“If we had another couple of months, Mother could probably empty the Khrynsani temple.”
I spoke. “Tam, a woman who’s in charge of the Resistance and picks off Khrynsani doesn’t exactly sound like a stay-at-home mom.”
“Before she met our father, Mother was one of the finest mortekal in Rheskilia.”
“Mortekal?”
“Loosely translated as ‘noble taker of life’ or ‘righteous executioner.’”
“A mortekal doesn’t kill for money,” Imala explained. “They kill because it needs to be done. Though a mortekal will accept payment for expenses and any extenuating circumstances surrounding the target.”
“There was a serial killer in the northern provinces that neither the local law enforcement nor the garrison there could stop,” Nath said. “The people took up a collection and hired Mother. She had the bastard’s head on a pike in a week.”
“I’ll bet you two never had a problem with bullies growing up.”
“None,” Tam said. He reached out and grabbed Nath by the shoulder. “You haven’t answered my question. Where’s Father?”
Nath’s voice stayed steady. “There was an ambush. Our latest intelligence has him imprisoned in the temple dungeons.”
“Sarad Nukpana is mine.” Tam’s words were low and calm and chilling as hell.
“You’re welcome to him, but it was Sandrina Ghalfari who did the taking.”
That name sounded familiar.
“Sarad’s mother,” Imala told me.
“That thing has a mother?” I blurted.
“Now she has joint command with Sarad,” Jash said. “His injuries prohibit him from assuming all of his duties. Plus, the scope of their plan is too large to be handled by one person alone. It seems Sarad trusts Sandrina enough to share power with her.”
“Such a nice son,” I muttered. “Until she turns her back.”
“Or until he turns his,” Tam said. “Sarad is merely insane. Sandrina is evil.”
