"Who are you?" Bai pounced so aggressively into the silence that the reeve actually came to a halt, as if she'd slapped him. "You're out of Argent Hall, by that badge you're wearing. You look familiar, but it seems to me you were gone for a long time and only recently returned."
"I know who you are," said the reeve, clearly surprised. He was an ordinary man of middling years and middling height, slender, fit, with a broken nose long since healed and a vicious scar on one bare, brown shoulder that cut through the triple ring of flame tattoos on his upper arm. "You're the Devouring girl they brought in to warm up old Marshal Alyon. But he died anyway."
"So he did."
"Did you murder him?"
"As it happens, I did not. Was that the rumor?"
The reeve's mouth twisted as he thought this over. His eagle fixed its intimidating stare on them. Keshad felt he would be slaughtered if he so much as took one step sideways. Falling to an eagle would be a very bad way to die. He wasn't quite sure which would be worse: gut punctured by the talons, or head torn off by that wicked beak.
"We hear lots of things," the reeve said finally, "so it's hard to know what to believe."
"I was with the old marshal when he died. He was clean of poison. But he was old and frail and heartbroken. That's what killed him."
"Huh. Good riddance to him, then." There it was again. He had a tendency to drawl out a rounded "oo" and to slurp his "r"s. He was definitely not born and bred on the Olo Plain.
"Were you always at Argent Hall?" she asked, as if she had gleaned Kesh's thoughts. "Or did you come from elsewhere?"
"None of your business. Why do you ask?"
She shrugged, with an unconcerned smile. "A habit I got into after Marshal Yordenas took on my contract. Just helping him out."
The reeve cracked a smile. "I hope he got more pleasure of it than Marshal Alyon did."
Oh my. Keshad was not much for women. They were complications, and he had never had time for complications. It wasn't his fault that Nasia had fallen in love with him. Now he watched as Bai gave a certain kind of smile with a certain tilt of her hips that got the reeve roped in tight. This could not be his sweet little baby sister!
"We Devouring girls have our secrets," she said to the reeve with that offering of a smile. "We're not allowed to tell. That would be going against our oath to the Merciless One. What man or woman would come to the temple to worship if they thought their dearest secrets and desires were talked about later?"
"Sorry I asked, no offense intended," he said, stumbling over his tongue as he tried to apologize. "What are you doing out here, though? If I may ask."
"Oh, just an errand, like you. There was that border guards captain that I had to kill, for he was breaking the law, as you know, and he broke faith with the Thunderer, and with the Merciless One, I might add. You don't want to face her anger. His death was easier than it might otherwise have been. Now I just have one last loose end to tie up, and my contract is finished at Argent Hall."
"What's that? I can't figure out how you got behind the strike force. They should have stopped you on the road."
She glanced at Kesh with an anger that silenced him, not that he had anything to say. His chest was so tight he could scarcely breathe. Even she tensed, one hand squeezing into a fist while the other waved in a casual gesture meant to suggest a carefree lack of worry. It didn't look very convincing to Kesh, but that reeve was almost licking his lips and anyway his interest was flagged by a significant stiffening in those tight leather trousers.
"Getting past the strike force was no problem. They know I've been working for Marshal Yordenas, just as you are. I'm on the track of that reeve-what was his name?-the one who got away from me at Argent Hall." She touched her bruised cheek. "I have a personal grudge to settle with that one, I'll tell you."
"Him?" He sneered. "Our allies in Olossi threw him in the dungeon."
"Did they? That makes my job easier, then, because I've been wandering out here on his trail and my feet are sore and I had just about given up. Heya!" Her face changed expression as quickly as sun brightens when it comes out behind cloud. "I don't suppose you could give me a lift? To Olossi? I think that eagle can carry two for a short way. If it gets too heavy, we can always stop along the way for a, umm, rest."
"Oh, ah, yes, ah."
"What's your name? Marshal Yordenas kept me away from the rest of you, and I can see why he'd be worried. I see you're Fire-born. I really like Fire-born men. They have a certain… heat about them that warms us Water-born."
"Oh, eh, ah, Horas. My eagle is Tumna. But I'm carrying a message uproad."
"Really? How far?" She glanced at the sky. It was not yet noon.
"Not sure. Two days if you walked it, so by midafternoon today, since they'll be on the road and easy to spot with all those thousands. It just depends on how far they're running behind the strike force."
"I'm actually in a lot of trouble for letting that reeve get past me. It would be such a help to me if I went by Olossi straightaway, before getting back to the temple. I'm not usually so clumsy as to let them get away once they're marked."
"Yes, Yordenas was furious," he said, snickering. "That was a sight to see."
"Aui! He was mad, wasn't he? I was happy to leave his service, I'll tell you. Truly, I wish he'd had as much vigor in his other, um, pursuits."
This was really too much, but the reeve was swallowing it whole. It was true that lust blinded you. That's why Ushara, the goddess of love, death, and desire, was known as the Merciless One.
She pushed her advantage. "But a contract is a contract. I'd like to finish off that reeve and be shed of my obligation."
"Well, uh, then, it wouldn't do any harm to take you along… I'm going back downroad to Argent Hall after I deliver my message."
"Oh, yes, your message to them. If I went along with you, do you think you can drop me just out of sight of Olossi's walls before nightfall? I would be so very very appreciative."
"I… I should do. I mean, I'm to deliver the message, and return with an answer, if there is one. I'm expected back at Argent Hall tonight in any case. Tumna's a strong girl, it's not too far for her to carry us both."
"Not many eagles could manage it."
The reeve preened. "No, I don't think they could."
Kesh strangled a cough. He was sweating with the sun beating down on them and not a cloud in the sky, and that eagle's stare grinding into him as though to wipe him into the dirt. He dared not move, or laugh, or speak.
"I'm not sure what to do about my hired man. I don't want him to run into trouble. He's, well, if you take my meaning, he's good for carrying a heavy load and not much else."
"He hasn't much to say," agreed the reeve, looking Keshad over and dismissing him as no rival to his evident ambitions. "I'm not sure I can help you with him, though. Every member of the army wears a special coin around their neck to mark their allegiance to the Star of Life. That medallion would give you safe passage, although if you ask me, it's a bit simpleminded to think you couldn't just steal or loot one and pretend to be what you weren't. Still, no one has been able to stand against them once they set their sights on a town, so it doesn't matter. Olossi will be defeated without much of a fight, more's the pity. I was looking for some fun."
She sighed extravagantly. "So was I."
With a lift of the shoulders, she sauntered over to Kesh and bent close, ostensibly to unwrap one of the wine bladders from his shoulder.
"Go back and grab one of those medallions from the dead men," she whispered. "Then head for Olossi, but this time stay off the road, you idiot. And stay away from reeves, in case you haven't figured that out. The Argent Hall reeves are not any friends of ours."