Diran and Ghaji looked up at the same time to see Asenka approaching. She wore a thick fur cloak with the hood down, and the sunlight-what little there was of it, at any rate-accented the highlights in her strawberry-blond hair.
The half-orc scowled. 'Did you follow me all the way from Perhata?'
The commander of the Sea Scorpions smiled as she reached them. 'That I did.'
Ghaji's scowl deepened. 'My senses must still be suffering from the after effects of Galharath tampering with our minds.' He stood up and turned to Diran. 'See you back at the King Prawn for dinner?'
Diran had intended to continue searching for Makala until he was too weary to continue, but he nodded and said, 'I'll be there.'
Ghaji put his hand on Diran's shoulder for a moment, and then, after a nod to Asenka, the half-orc warrior turned and began the trek back to Perhata. When Ghaji had gone a dozen yards or so, Asenka sat on the rock he'd vacated.
'You know he let me follow him,' she said.
Diran smiled. 'Yes.'
'He's a good friend.'
'The best I've ever had,' Diran said as he gazed at the half-orc's retreating form.
They sat in silence for a time, listening to the moaning of the wind as it blew through the hills.
After a while, Asenka said, 'You're not really searching for Makala out here, are you? At least, that's not all you're doing. She's more likely to be holed up in Perhata, since that's where…' Asenka trailed off, as if realizing she was about to say something she shouldn't.
'Where the greatest supply of food is located,' Diran finished for her. 'You're right, of course. I've been coming out here to 'reacquaint myself with solitude,' as Tusya, the priest who was my mentor in the Church, would put it. When one wishes to hear the voice of the Silver Flame most clearly, one must first calm the unquiet mind.'
'Is it working?'
Diran smiled. 'Not in the slightest.'
Asenka laughed then immediately apologized. 'Sorry, I know it's not funny.'
'You have nothing to be sorry for. Laughter is a sound of life, and while it might not have mystical healing powers, it's a powerful medicine in its own right.' Diran broke off and stared into the distance, seeking Ghaji, but the half-orc was no longer in sight. 'It's a medicine I could use more of. For a man who's dedicated himself to combating evil and preserving life, I spend far too much of my time surrounded by death.'
'Aren't life and death two sides of the same coin?' Asenka said. 'One can't exist without the other.'
'I suppose,' Diran allowed, 'but that doesn't mean I have to like it.'
'No, it doesn't.' She paused as if trying to decide how best to proceed. 'You've been doing more out here than just getting to know solitude again, though. You've been hoping to lure Makala out into the open. That's why you haven't gone too far into the hills. You want to remain close to the city.'
Diran turned to regard the Sea Scorpion commander, impressed anew by how perceptive she was. 'Yes. Whether she's hiding here in the hills or in Perhata, I'd hoped that she'd seek me out.'
The dark spirit Makala had inherited from Cathmore would bring forth the cruelest aspects of her nature, which alone would cause her to want him dead, but she'd also realize that now Diran wouldn't rest until he had freed her from her dual curse-the vampire's taint and her symbiosis with the dark spirit-and so in order to preserve her own life, she would have to end his.
'I take it that you haven't seen her,' Asenka said.
Diran nodded. 'And I don't understand why.'
'I do. Somewhere inside her, maybe so deep that even she's not aware of it, she still loves you.'
'And you know this because…?'
Asenka looked at him for a long moment before answering. 'Because if I were in her position, I'd feel the same way.' She stood before Diran could respond. 'Well, I'll leave you and solitude alone with each other. Did you mean what you said to Ghaji, about returning to Perhata for dinner?'
'Yes.'
'I'll see you then.' Asenka started to go.
Before she'd taken more than a few steps, Diran said, 'There's something else Tusya used to tell me.'
Asenka stopped and turned back to look at him. 'What's that?'
''Solitude's all well and good at times, but it's a damn poor conversationalist.''
Asenka grinned then returned to sit on the rock next to Diran once more, and after sitting quietly for a time, they began to talk.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Skarm lay on the floor in his true form, half dozing. Since returning to her mountain lair several days ago, Nathifa had done nothing but sit at her table and stare into Espial's obsidian eye sockets. For the most part, Nathifa remained silent as she gazed into the skull's eyes, but occasionally she muttered barely audible words: Yes, no, I understand… The Amahau, still attached to the head of the artificer's wand, rested on the table next to Espial, but Nathifa hadn't so much as looked at the artifact since placing it there. Skarm knew better than to expect any gratitude from his mistress, but after all the trouble-not to mention the physical agony-he'd endured in order to retrieve the damned thing for her, the least she could've done was show a little excitement over finally having the Amahau in her possession, but no… she only had eyes for Espial.
Skarm shivered. In the last day, it seemed Nathifa's lair had gotten much colder than could be accounted for by the outside temperature, and the shadows that clung to the chamber's walls seemed to have grown darker, thicker… and at times they had appeared to ripple slowly, as if they had begun to take on a life of their own. The barghest hoped it was his imagination, but he knew it wasn't, and not for the first time since entering into Nathifa's service, he wondered just what Espial was and what fell secrets it spoke to his mistress.
Nathifa sat up straight, the sudden motion startling Skarm.
'It seems we have a visitor,' the lich said. She turned to face a pocket of shadow near the head of her bed, and Skarm peered in the same direction. The barghest saw nothing out of the ordinary at first, but then a form emerged from the shadows, and a blond, pale-skinned woman stood smiling at him. He recognized the woman as the vampire that had been present at Mount Luster. Skarm wasn't especially afraid of vampires-not when he had a lich for a mistress-but there was something about this one that caused the fur on the back of his neck to stand up. The barghest sensed that while she was a vampire, she wasn't only a vampire.
Nathifa didn't rise from the table, but the atmosphere in the chamber became charged with dangerous potential, like the air just before a violent storm was about to erupt.
'I'm impressed,' Nathifa said. 'I didn't sense your presence until you entered the room. Normally, I would've been aware of you long before that.'
The vampire shrugged. 'I know a few tricks. What I don't know is who you are or why I'm here. I… felt drawn to this place, almost as if I were summoned here.'
Now it was Nathifa's turn to smile. 'You were. I've been waiting for your arrival.'
The vampire scowled. 'You brought me here?'
The lich shook her head. 'Not me-the one I serve.'
She lifted Espial off the table, turned it around to face the vampire, then she glided across the floor toward the blond woman. The vampire looked at the obsidian skull with suspicion, but she didn't shy away when Nathifa raised the object so that its hollow eye sockets were even with the vampire's eyes.
The vampire gazed into Espial's eyes for some moments, remaining perfectly still the entire time. Then she blinked several times and turned to Nathifa.
'I see,' she said.
Nathifa grinned, showing rotted teeth and dead-gray gums. 'I thought you might.' The lich looked down at Skarm, who'd observed the entire scene from his position of the floor. 'Get up, you lazy thing! It's time for us to go.' She smiled at the vampire once more. 'All of us.'
