Captain's Fury (Page 85)
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Amara blew out a breath. She hadn’t fully realized the implications of the distances and terrains involved. She had never fully appreciated the full meaning of her ability to fly, completely ignoring such obstacles. When one had to walk over, and around, and through them, travel became a completely different sort of challenge. "How long will it take us?"
"Under ideal circumstances, maybe two weeks to the edge of the swamps and another day of fast travel to the pass through the mountains. Like this…" Bernard shook his head. "Three. Maybe even more."
Amara’s heart sank. Three weeks or more of this? She wriggled her toes in her boots, or at least tried to. They were so damp and chilled, she wasn’t sure that they’d moved at all. "Oh," she said quietly.
"You can’t think of it like that," Bernard said.
"Like what?"
He gestured at the swamp. "As three more weeks of this."
"Then how should I think of it?" Amara asked wearily.
"One thing at a time," Bernard said. "For instance. Right now, what we need to do is stand up." Her husband suited action to his words, wearily pushing himself to his feet. He offered her his hand.
Amara took it, and rose.
"Good," Bernard said. He pointed out to her the last two trees he’d used. "Now, find your mark."
Amara did, lining up the two trees, and sighting forward to her next way-point, correcting their course slightly back to the north. "All right."
Bernard grunted and picked up the stretcher again. "Now we go to your next mark." He glanced up at the sky, and though the sun was hidden by clouds and mist, he winced and shielded his eyes with one hand. "We just keep doing that. Walking to the next tree."
Amara took a deep breath, studying her husband, fearing for him. Blows to the head could take days or weeks to kill a man. What if he’d been more badly wounded than he claimed? What if he was already bleeding inside his skull, and it was only a matter of time before the pressure killed him?
Gaius could heal such an injury.
She bit her lip. She was a Cursor of the First Lord. He had given her a task, and it was her duty to see it through. Even if it cost her life.
Even if it cost Bernard’s life.
The thought made Amara’s knees feel suddenly weak with dread and simultaneously brought up a burst of anger that burned in her chest. Had she not already done enough? Had she not already given more than enough? She had fought the Crown’s enemies tooth and bloody nail. She had overcome creatures of nightmare and men of cruel and destructive means as a Cursor, and her body bore more than one scar received in the line of duty. Had she not done enough for the First Lord that he would ask her to sacrifice the man she loved, too?
It would be easy to stop. She had only to tell Gaius that his fever demanded him to take action to save his own life. Or, if that was not enough, it would be laughably simple to ensure that an infection spread to his wound. All she had to do was be careless for a moment, with a single cleaning, a single slip of the bandages. Gaius could heal himself, heal Bernard, and they could all leave this hideous place.
She thought, for a moment, of a lifetime without Bernard. Without ever again knowing his touch, hearing his voice. Without ever again sleeping beside him, waking in the circle of his arms, knowing beyond any doubt that she was desired, treasured. Loved.
Her husband touched her chin with gentle fingers, and she looked up at him. His eyes, though shadowed with pain, were almost invasively aware. She had no doubt at all that he had guessed the direction of her thoughts.
"What do I do?" she whispered.
He was silent for a moment, before he rumbled, "What your heart tells you is right. As always."
She bowed her head, feeling the burn of impotent, shamed tears in her eyes. She refused, absolutely refused, to let them fall.
She looked up at him again, and said, "We’ll walk to the next tree."
Chapter 33
Tavi looked up at the evening sky and grimaced at the cheerily shining stars. He would have preferred pitch darkness for the raid. Such conditions made it virtually impossible for any kind of organized activity, but considering that Kitai could see in the dark, his own small group would have been at far less of a disadvantage than the forces of the civic legion, the Grey Guard, and any other troops who might be in position in the capital.
Granted, the deceptive shadows and sourceless glow of starlight could be worse than pure darkness when it came to aiming at a target, but Tavi would vastly have preferred a night so stygian as to prevent him from becoming a target in the first place.
"Staring out the window isn’t going to make the time pass any more quickly," Ehren observed.
Tavi turned from the window of his room at the boardinghouse and gave Ehren a very direct look.
I’m just saying," Ehren said, spreading his hands.
Tavi sighed and paced over to his bed. It was after midnight, and the rest of the house had been asleep for hours. Araris was stretched out on one bed, fully dressed, snoozing. Ehren, in his chair by the door, was patiently sewing a new hem on one of the evening’s disguises, his needle moving smoothly and steadily.
Tavi sat down on his bed, drew his sword from its scabbard, and got out his whetstone. He spat on it, and began stroking the sword’s edge with focused, deliberate movements.
After a little while, Araris turned his head, opened one eye, and said to Tavi, "Give over, man. If it isn’t sharp by now, it’s never going to be."
"All this criticism had better not be setting a pattern for the evening," Tavi growled.
Araris turned to Ehren, and said, "Don’t take any offense, Sir Ehren. He’s always been the sort to start running his mouth when he gets worried about something. It usually got him into one kind of trouble or another."
"I know what you mean," Ehren responded. "There was this one time in class during our final examination…"
Tavi let out a disgusted sigh and rose. "I’m going to see if the ladies need anything." He strode to the door, ignoring Ehren’s grin, and went to the room down the hall. He knocked quietly, and said, "It’s me."
Isana opened the door, smiling. "Come in, dear."
Tavi returned her smile and hoped it didn’t look as tense as he felt. "Thank you."
Inside the room, Kitai sat cross-legged on the floor, dressed in dark, closely fit clothing. She was carefully coiling a slender rope. She looked up at Tavi and smiled. "Chala. Is it time to leave already?"
"Not yet," Tavi admitted.
"Then why are you here?" she asked.
Tavi scowled. "Ehren and Fade didn’t like the way I was running my mouth."
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