The Born Queen

"To make it what it should be."

"Then why not go now to the city of shadows and wait?"

Stephen plucked a straw of grass and placed it between his teeth. "Because I can't make out even the faintest shadow of A

"Coward."

"Ah, you want me to rush into this and lose. You'd like to be free again. You won't be, I promise."

"Man-worm, you know so little." Stephen felt the prick of a thousand ghostly needles against his flesh. He rolled his eyes and dismissed the attack with a wave of his hand.

"Hush. I'm going to try to find her again. Maybe being closer will help."

The Vhelny said nothing, but he felt it coil in upon itself, sulking.

He sent his senses drifting, expanding away from him like ripples in a pond. There was the throbbing sickness that was the emerging throne; there was the contained puissance of the man whom he once had known as Praifec Hespero but who lately had risen in the world. He would be difficult. Should he make an alliance with him against A

But then, Hespero would nurse the same plan.

He was almost ready to give up when something caught his attention, a sort of glimmer in the corner of his eye. It was a few leagues from the city, and like Eslen-of-Shadows, it reeked of Cer.

At first he didn't understand, but after a moment he smiled in delight and clapped his hands together.

"I should have guessed," he said. "This is really wonderful. And no one else knows."

"What do you babble about?" the Vhelny asked.

"We'll just go and see," Stephen said, rubbing his hands together. "At worst it will help pass the time. But I don't think it will be worst. The first thing is to find a safe place for Zemle."

The last time Aspar had seen the Sa Ceth ag Sa'Nem, the "Shoulders of Heaven," he had been in the bloom of early and unexpected love. They-and everything else he saw-had appeared beautiful beyond imagining.

He supposed they still were, those mammoth peaks whose summits were so high that they faded into the sky like the moon at midday. But he wasn't giddy with love this time, far from it. No, he was thinking mostly about killing.

The geos wouldn't let him, not yet, not until he actually had gotten Wi

That was how things were. When they reached the valley, they would change.

He no longer held much hope that anything useful could be done there. He didn't doubt that Fend would cut open Wi

He was still in that bleak mood a few bells later, when the unexpected walked up and slapped it right out of him.

They were switchbacking up to the top of a long ridge of hills when a stream crossed their path. And there, just where the water ran off the hill, grew a little green fern. Not a black spider tree or dragon-tongue thing but a simple honest bracken.

Farther along the trail they found more, and by day's end they were in almost natural woodland again. For the first time since entering the King's Forest his chest relaxed a bit, and the stench of putrefaction was almost gone.

So the heart of it is still alive, he thought. Leshya was right about that, at least. Maybe she was right about more.

Leshya had taken Wi

And Leshya and Wi

They'd left their trail a day before; Fend was going by a more direct route that would allow horses in. That was how the knight was going, too. With any luck at all, they would actually beat Leshya, Wi

By nightfall, with the sound of whippoorwills around him, he no longer was so certain what that would be.

Because he had hope again, as frail and as obstinate as a bracken.

CHAPTER SEVEN

CAZIO FOUGHT in a bloody blur, all sense of time lost. His arm was so tired that he'd had no choice but to switch to his left, and when that failed him, he went back to the right, but the rest hadn't helped it much. His lungs flamed in his chest, and his legs wobbled beneath him. As he clumsily drew Acredo from his latest opponent, he saw another coming. He spun to face the foe and kept spi

Grunting, Cazio tried to push the dead weight off, but his body didn't want to cooperate. He summoned the image of Austra, helpless in the carriage, and finally managed to roll the man off and stagger back to his feet, leaning on Acredo just in time to meet five more of the Sefry, who were spreading to surround him.

He heard someone behind him.

"It's me," z'Acatto's voice said.

Cazio couldn't help a tired grin as the old man's back came against his.

"We'll hold each other up," the mestro said.

From that simple touch, Cazio felt a rush of strength he had no notion still lived in him. Acredo came up, fluid, almost with a life of its own. Steel rang behind him, and Cazio shouted hoarsely, parrying an attack and drilling his rapier through a yellow-eyed warrior.

"Glad I came?" z'Acatto grunted.

"I had the upper hand anyway," Cazio said. "But I don't mind the company."

"That's not the impression I had."

Cazio thrust, parried a counter to his arm, and sent his enemy dancing back from his point.

"I sometimes speak too quickly," Cazio admitted.

The two Sefry he faced came at him together. He bound the blade of the first to strike and ran through the other, then let go of the blade and punched the first man in the face. He reeled back, during which time Cazio withdrew Acredo and set it back to guard.

He heard z'Acatto grunt, and something stung Cazio's back. He dispatched the staggering Sefry, then turned in time to parry a blow aimed at z'Acatto. The old man thrust into the foe's belly, and suddenly they were alone. Around them the battle was nearly over, with z'Acatto's men surrounding a small knot of the remaining Sefry.

Z'Acatto sat down hard, holding his side. Cazio saw blood spurting through his fingers, very dark, nearly black.