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She'd awoken in the night to find herself alone in bed and Leesil gone from the room. Before she could grab her shirt to go looking for him, he'd nearly fallen through the door. He tripped over his own boots on the floor, and she caught him and guided him to the bed. The stench of wine was thick on his breath. She pulled him onto the bed and covered him, holding him in silence. What could she say?
Magiere looked up at the keep towers. This land of Leesil's "first life," as he called it, haunted him with so many things she didn't know.
"Do you think someone will come soon?" Wy
"Crouch down with Chap by the wall," Magiere said. "Put your coat around him and share some body heat."
Wy
Magiere didn't bother checking herself. She wore her hauberk over a wool pullover on top of her linen shirt. The worn tip of her falchion sheath poked out beneath the hem of her hooded cloak. Unlike the snobbish elites of Bela, Darmouth wouldn't care what she looked like. He was seeking a hunter and would expect results by any means. The rougher her appearance, perhaps the better.
A loud creak called Magiere's attention, and she saw the keep's heavy gates begin to open.
"Is someone coming?" Wy
A trio of men strode down the center of the long stone bridge. The lead man was obviously an officer. He was armed with a shortsword sheathed at his waist and wore a hardened leather breastplate. His face was covered with a blond beard a shade darker than his hair. The two flanking men carried spears taller than themselves.
"You're the hunter?" he asked with no introduction. "The one named Magiere?"
"Yes," she replied, but the officer now stared at Wy
"I was told to fetch only you," he said.
"She does not hunt without us," Wy
The tall officer seemed taken back by Wy
The officer still looked undecided.
"I need them both for a successful hunt," Magiere added. "Perhaps Lord Darmouth wasn't fully informed before he sought me out."
The officer looked Magiere over from head to toe, stopping at her face. "I'm Lieutenant Omasta. You'll follow me to the i
Magiere nodded. One step at a time was always how she got her way.
The two guards stepped aside, and Omasta led the way, with Magiere following. Wy
Crossing the bridge, Magiere couldn't see the water directly below over the stone ledges to both sides. All she saw was Omasta's broad back as the man led her across the drawbridge and through the open gates. Entering the long tu
Before leaving Byrd's, Chap had given Magiere instructions through Wy
Omasta spoke quietly with two more armed guards in the courtyard before turning to Magiere. "Wait until I return."
He crossed the courtyard to the far wall and entered through the heavy doors.
Magiere waited until he was gone, then looked about at the high walls, like four tall stone buildings between four towers, enclosing the open courtyard. It wouldn't hurt to wander here within sight and look the place over.
Before she finished three steps, the guards repositioned. They boxed in Wy
Getting inside Darmouth's stronghold was becoming more and more futile.
Wy
It wasn't long before Omasta returned and waved Magiere forward toward the open keep doors. She assumed that meant all of them, and pulled Wy
Warmth struck Magiere's face as they entered the wide entryway. Perhaps it wasn't warm so much as far less cold than outside. To either side were archways into large halls. The right one looked to be a feasting hall, and she heard a crackling fire somewhere at its far end. Omasta led them to the hall on the left.
Weapons and shields lined its walls between braziers, and one long thick table and ten sturdy chairs filled its middle. Two tapestries covered the far end wall. One displayed an ornate coat of arms-three mountain peaks with green hills below and a golden crown like a sun in the sky above them. The other was of a mounted horseman against a black background.
Two wolfhounds paced forward along the tables right side, sniffing the air. One growled at Chap's presence. He didn't growl back but positioned himself in front of Wy
Magiere's attention settled on the room's three occupants.
The first was the man who'd come to Byrd's last night. Faris sat in the right-hand chair farthest away, studying her in return. Behind him stood a slender, dark-haired woman so similar in features she could be his sister or close kin.
Magiere wondered why a pair of Mondyalitko served Darmouth. These mountain wanderers didn't strike her as people who'd willingly follow a warlord.
The hall's third occupant stepped forward along the table, coming up behind the wolfhounds with his arms crossed. The odor of stale sweat filled Magiere's nostrils. He wasn't as tall as Omasta, but he had presence. It brought all attention to him as he moved.
Darmouth had been but a shadow to Magiere, a faceless specter in Leesil's past, until this moment. She remained calmly indifferent as she studied the man who'd maimed Leesil's mind and spirit… and might have murdered his parents as the price for Leesil's freedom.
Magiere let her dhampir nature rise up, until her senses opened wide, and tried to feel him out. His stench thickened sharply in her head. She felt a deep winter creep toward her with each step he took. The leather breastplate under his crossed arms was well oiled, its steel reinforcements polished to a gleam. His hair was cropped short and his face carefully shaven-not as Leesil had described him once. Lines of encroaching age marred his wide face, but his forearms were thick and powerful.
"You're the hunter?" he said, voice low and hollow.
Magiere realized this man could order her death, Chap's and Wy
"Yes," she answered.
"You believe in these creatures? These vampires?"
"As do you… or you wouldn't have sent for me."
He stopped beyond arm's reach. "I've heard of charlatans' shows for peasants. How would you kill such a creature, if it's already dead? Magic powders? Invisible spells perhaps?"