Children of Chaos

Smiling, Saltaja walked over until she was within range. He was certainly the prettiest of the troop that had accompanied her from Skjar, all young and dewy. She applied Dominance, with all the power she could muster this far above the ground: 'You will guard me with your life.'

His blue-blue eyes glazed. 'I will guard you with my life.'

She released him. He blinked uncertainly.

'Er... great honor, my lady. To be your guard.' He was lying as he had never lied in his life before. His lies stank up the room.

'My pleasure. Wait for me downstairs. I'll be down shortly ... Check on Fabia Celebre for me. She's locked up. Make sure she is well secured. Tell her guards: If she escapes I'll see they hang by their balls for a thirty.'

Brarag grinned. 'My lady is kind!'

She affected surprise. 'You think that's a kindness? By the Twelve, you have strange ideas of fun, Flankleader. What else do you enjoy?'

His astonished flush glowed through his stubble as he spluttered an apology, trying to explain that he had never intended... She was amused. If she ever were tempted to try sex again, Brarag would do nicely to start with. 'Be off with you!' she said, and he ran.

Therek was plastered back against the wall like a great snake, staring at her in deathly horror. He always reacted like that when she let him watch her using power, and she always wiped his memory later, as she would do today before she left.

'Is that what you did to us?' he croaked. 'Me and the rest?'

'No. I never did that to you, or the others.'

'You swear?' His voice quavered.

'I swear by holy Xaran,' she said, just to watch him gibber more. 'It doesn't last, honestly. I reinforce it every few days and release them after a thirty or so. They come to no harm.'

This was true, so far as it went. Dominance was trivial compared with Shaping, but in large doses it destroyed much faster. Ern and Brarag would likely survive, whereas her maid, Guitha, was almost useless now, after less than a year. Although Perag had lasted much longer than most, he had been insane at the end. She would soon have ordered him to kill himself, had the Celebre girl not saved her the trouble.

Saltaja shuffled back to her stool to wait for Em and the seer. Kwirarl, Kwirarl! Her baby... Tonight she would offer blood to the Old One and pray for a change of fortune.

A Witness entered and closed the door behind her. Without proceeding any farther, or acknowledging either the satrap or his sister, she raised her distaff and began spinning. She was tall, thin, and probably young, for the long climb had not left her short of breath.

'Ask her,' Saltaja said, 'where my escort went. Half the Heroes who left Kosord with me never reached Tryfors. Where are they?'

Therek continued to cower against the wall, as if intent on staying as far from Saltaja as he physically could. 'Answer, Witness.'

'They were never within my range,' the seer said.

'What is the Wisdom on them?'

'Answer.'

'That I cannot know yet.' Her spindle continued to twirl hypnotically.

'Many sixty others bound here last year did not arrive either. Do you know where any of them went?'

Prompted again by Therek, the seer said, 'Yes. I can list them for you, but it will take a pot-boiling or so.'

Aha! Information at last! 'Where are most of them?' Saltaja demanded eagerly.

Therek bade her answer.

'Most of them have arrived at the rebel camp near Nuthervale.'

Therek came off the wall. 'Rebels!? What rebels?'

'It is known that the rebels assembled near Nuthervale refer to themselves as the New Dawn.'

Therek strode closer to the seer—but still not near his sister. 'How many? Who is their leader?'

'It is known that he is Hordeleader Arbanerik Kranson. The latest total known to me is sixteen sixty, four dozen, and three, but that was three thirties ago.'

'Arbanerik! I know him. Lost an arm in Florengia. He came home through here a year or two ago.' Therek was practically foaming. 'Traitor! Oath-breaker!'

Saltaja was calculating how fast she could get a letter to Eide, back in Skjar, and whether he could be trusted to handle the matter. Perhaps she should send Horold to help him. She would never have thought to look for the rebel nest anywhere near Nuthervale. This Arbanerik must be stamped out before he grew any stronger.

thirty-eight

FABIA CELEBRE