The Kinshield Legacy (45 page)

“You lost a lot of blood yesterday,” Daia said, pushing her plate away. “You need to rest and recover. Take another helping of meat.”

“I’m not a child, and I’m not a delicate noble girl who faints at the sight of…” Brawna stopped, feeling her cheeks burn. “I’m sorry, Daia. I didn’t mean--”

“Forget it. Look, Brawna, you have no mount, no weapon, and I don’t see how Gavin could battle effectively with you hanging onto his waist.”

Brawna hung her head. It was true. Her horse was at the Sisterhood, and besides, Tripsa was no longer her horse. Brawna had nothing but the clothes she was wearing, and they weren’t even hers.

“I think I saw an extra horse in the stable,” Edan said. “And you can use one of my swords. I prefer a bow anyway.”

Brawna snapped her eyes up to his. “Do you mean it?”

“The way I see it is,” Edan said, “we’re going into the lair of a powerful foe. With a nickname like Brawna the Blade, we can’t afford to leave you behind.”

She broke into a wide smile and bounced in her chair. Her first mission hadn’t given her a chance to test her skills. This was why she’d joined the Sisterhood.

“Yeh,” Gavin said. “I agree.”

Brawna looked at him. He flashed her a smile. Her heart fluttered, and she smiled back.

“She’s too weak and inexperienced,” Daia said. “She’ll die.”

“If we go against Ravenkind, we’ll prob’ly all die,” Gavin said, his smile fading.

“He killed Aminda and has Lilalian and Cirang under his control,” Brawna said. “You need every sword you can get.”

“He’s the one who killed Aminda?” Daia asked. “How do you know that?”

“Lilalian went with Aminda to his home for supper, but only Lilalian came back alive. She said Aminda had choked to death, but some of us didn’t believe it. I saw them as they were leaving. When Lilalian returned with Aminda’s body later that evening, both of them were wearing different clothes and Aminda’s hair was damp, like they’d washed it. Then I noticed that Lilalian had started wearing a necklace.”

Daia drew back, gaping. “Jewelry?”

“Yes. And now Cirang wears one too, and so do some of the other girls — the ones that Lilalian and Cirang consider the most loyal. Cirang said Ravenkind’s giving them to all the Sisters.”

Daia regarded Brawna under a deep scowl. She turned to Gavin. “We should go after Ravenkind. We can avenge Aminda and pry his hand from the throat of the Sisterhood.”

His eyes bore into Daia. Brawna squirmed in her chair, thankful that dark gaze wasn’t directed at her. “I told you what he did to my family. Do you think I’d risk more lives to satisfy your lust for vengeance? It’s risky enough just trying to save Risan.”

“You were just one man,” Daia said. “We have four.”

Four. Brawna smiled. Daia shot her a glance and winked.

“And he has the entire Viragon Sisterhood standing afore him,” Gavin said. “When we strike one down, he’ll heal her and set her on us again.”

“We have only two options,” Daia said. “We can try to save Risan, and probably have to confront Ravenkind, or we can go to the cave, remove the reasons for him to hold Risan, and hope that’s enough.”

Gavin cast his eyes down. Brawna had the sudden urge to reach out and stroke his hair. He looked so sad. So defeated.

Well, he needn’t feel alone in this. She would be there beside him, battling to the death if need be. Fighting for the king.

They timed their arrival in Sohan for evening to give them a cover of darkness. About a mile west of the city, they stopped to work out their plan.

“Edan and I’ll ride into town from the west and try to find Demonshredder,” Gavin said. “He might know if Risan’s still alive and where Ravenkind’s holding him. None o’the Sisters know our faces. We’re safe, but you two ain’t. Circle around the city and enter from the east. Get us some rooms at the inn closest to the city gate. We need to rest. We can go to the cave in the morning, hopefully with a better understanding o’things.”

Daia nodded. “All right. The Harper Lodge is the one we want.”

“We’ll find you there. Then we can decide our next step.”

Daia and Brawna started away. Edan held out a hand, and as Daia passed him, she took it. As their horses drew them apart, they reached toward each other, holding contact for as long as they could. Gavin shivered, feeling suddenly chilled.

“Hey,” Edan said.

Gavin turned his gaze from Daia’s back and in the glow of the moon, found understanding in his friend’s eyes.

“I’m sorry. I had no idea.”

Gavin shrugged. “She makes her own choices.” He nudged Golam to a trot.

The dust on the streets had settled into place for the night. Cressets burned along the main thoroughfares, now quiet and empty.

Gavin and Edan dismounted and led their horses by the reins, working the stiffness from their legs and backs. “That tavern up ahead – that’s the one.”

“Can we trust him?” Edan asked.

Gavin nodded. “He ain’t a bad buck. Gave us the map to find Stronghammer, only we found Brawna instead. Brawna’s his sister. When he finds out what Ravenkind and Tyr did to her, he’ll be with us.”

They tethered their horses to the hitching post and went inside.

The interior of the tavern was full of men hoisting tankards, belching, laughing and telling tales. The only women were the harried bar maids staggering under trays loaded with food and drink. The smell of sweat and hops welcomed them. Gavin stood in the doorway and scanned the room, checking every face. He looked for Domach, but also for Brodas’s cousin.

Domach stood and started toward him. His face was drawn, worried.

Gavin turned and went outside. The three men stood in the street, away from buildings where eavesdroppers might hide.

“Did you find Brawna?” Domach asked.

“We did. Tyr was using her as a practice dummy, but she’s awright now,” Gavin said. “You knew he had her?”

“I found out yesterday. After I gave you the map, I went to Ravenkind’s like you told me to. A blacksmith was there – a Farthan by the name of Stronghammer.” Domach hung his head. “Ravenkind made me…” His voice trailed off and Gavin couldn’t hear what he’d said.

“What?” Gavin asked.

“Is he alive?” Edan asked.

Domach nodded. “He’s alive. For now. Ravenkind wanted to know who Stronghammer made the sword for, but the blacksmith wouldn’t say. Ravenkind made me beat it out of him, but Stronghammer’s a stubborn fool. He held his tongue.” Domach looked at Gavin and ducked his head in a slight bow. “Knowing that you were looking for a kidnapped friend, I reasoned it out -- my liege.”

“Don’t call me that,” Gavin spat.

“Sorry. Listen, Ravenkind says he no longer cares who solved the runes. He says he can get the King’s Blood-stone without you.”

“What?” Gavin shouted. His hands closed into fists.

“With the gems in the sword Stronghammer made, he can get the King’s Blood-stone out of the tablet. He has Crigoth Sevae’s journal.”

“Damn it,” Gavin said, he spun around, unsure what to do. They had to go now. Tonight. They had to get the King’s Blood-stone before Brodas did. He started toward the horses. “Is he on his way to the cave?”

“He hasn’t left yet,” Domach said as he and Edan joined Gavin. “He’s waiting for Warrick to return from Calsojourn.”

“Ah, hell,” Gavin clenched his teeth and fists. They had a good chance to get to the cave first. But without Warrick, Brodas would be more vulnerable to an attack. “Say, what about sneaking into Ravenkind’s house?” he asked. “Kill him while he sleeps?”

Domach put on a doubtful expression. “He’s keeping a troop of Viragon Sisters around him. We’d have to kill them first. The noise would wake him.”

“Damn,” Gavin muttered. “Get your horse and gear, Demonshredder, and meet us at the Harper Lodge.”

Edan offered his hand to Domach. “Edan Dawnpiper,” he said.

“Domach Demonshredder. I’ve got your back.”

“Never mind my back. Watch his,” Edan said, nodding at Gavin. “He’s our new king.”

As Daia and Brawna rode around the periphery of the city, they kept eyes and ears open to any sign indicating they’d been recognized. Any Sister they spotted had to be considered an enemy.

When they reached the eastern gate of the city, they rode at a trot toward the Harper Lodge. A trio of swordswomen walked through the street ahead. Daia put her hand out, calling silently for Brawna to stop. The women walked on, apparently not seeing the two former Sisters.

Daia and Brawna found the Harper Lodge, a small building with termite-eaten eaves, and gave the stable hand two pielars each to tend their horses.

“How come you ain’t stayin’ at the Sisterhood fort,” he asked them.

“Our mission’s secret,” Daia said. She handed him two more copper coins. “We’d like it to stay that way.”

“Awright,” he said. “I won’t tell nobody.”

Daia led the way to the main building with Brawna following puppy-like.

“Viragon Sisters,” the ruddy-faced woman behind the desk said when they walked in. “Why aren’t you staying at the complex?”

“We arrived too late,” Daia said. “We need four rooms.”

“Four?”

“The rest of our party will be along shortly: two men.”

“Oh, I see now,” the innkeeper replied with a wink. “Twenty pielars. But you’ve no need for four rooms, do you?”

Daia smiled as she handed her a kion. When the innkeeper handed her the change, Daia closed the woman’s fingers around the coins. “And we’d appreciate your discretion.”

The innkeeper giggled, pocketing the five copper coins. “I always thought you ladies lived too strict. Even a Viragon Sister needs to kick up her heels now and then.”

Footsteps tromped up the steps behind Daia. She reached for her sword, certain the Sisters she’d seen on the street had followed them here. Daia and Brawna turned as one, their swords ringing as they drew.

The innkeeper put her hands to her head. “Oh, no!”

Gavin whipped the sword from the scabbard on his back so quickly, his movement was a blur.

“Relax. Everyone relax,” Edan said with a calming gesture. “It’s just us.”

“Sorry.” Daia sheathed her weapon, and Brawna and Gavin did the same. ”We were spotted earlier. I thought you were Sisters.“

“Domach,” Brawna cried when the dark-haired battler entered behind them. She ran to her brother and jumped. He caught her and stumbled back against the wall. They both laughed while he spun her around.

“Pinky,” he said. “Thank the gods you’re all right.”

She slapped his chest and glanced at the others. “Don’t call me that,” she said. “My new nickname is--”

“Brawna the Blade. Tales of your exploits have reached far and wide.” He set his sister on her feet and winked at Daia.

“You said four rooms,” the innkeeper said. “I count five.”

“Another room, then,” Daia said, pulling her coin purse out once more.

“Four’s all we have, sorry. Two o’you’ll need to share room one. The bed’s big enough for two.”

Daia glanced at Edan before she realized she was doing it. “Brawna and I will share a bed. You three take the other rooms.”

Gavin said, “I’d be happy to share--”

“Save your breath, Kinshield,” she said to him as she passed.

Warrick burst into Brodas’s library, red-faced, his hair wet with sweat. “They’re here,” he said, gasping. “Kinshield and another man met Demonshredder at a tavern, then went to an inn near the east city gate. Saberheart wasn’t with him, but I heard female voices coming from inside the inn’s lobby.”