Cratyn struck her again. His anger had slipped beyond reason.
“Leave the princess alone!” Mikel cried in protest but Lord Terbolt held him back.
Come to me, R’shiel. Through love or fear, the end result is the same.
The boy struggled against Terbolt as Adrina launched herself at Cratyn. She hit him with a clenched fist, almost knocking him off his feet. Princess she might be, but she fought like an alley cat, although she cried out as fresh blood seeped from the wound in her shoulder. But neither the pain nor the fact that Cratyn was bigger and stronger than she was seemed to deter her.
There are people here who need you.
It was Adrina who had spoken those words, R’shiel realised with a start.
Cratyn managed to push Adrina off him and draw his sword. At the sight of the blade, Adrina knew she was done for, R’shiel could tell by the look in her eyes. Mikel was sobbing as he realised what Cratyn intended.
But not Adrina. She was defiant to the last.
“Go on, Cretin. Kill me. But before you do, I want you to know that I did take a lover. And do you know what? It was wonderful! He was strong and passionate and I made love to him every chance I could, anywhere I could. But the best part... the best part... was that he made me forget you and your evil, insidious Overlord.”
If you’re planning to do anything useful, now would be a pretty good time.
Your evil, insidious Overlord.
Cratyn raised his sword at the same time that R’shiel reached into her boot and drew the small dagger that Garet Warner had given her. Her aim was unerring. It took Cratyn in the chest with a solid thunk.
The young prince looked down in astonishment at the blade that was buried up to the hilt in his tabard, before his eyes rolled back in his head and he dropped to the floor.
Adrina stared at R’shiel for a moment then smiled. “I’ll give you one thing, demon child, your timing is impeccable.”
She had no chance to reply. Terbolt threw the boy aside and opened his mouth to call the guards. R’shiel’s eyes darkened as she drew on her power. The burning seared through her but she ignored it.
She understood now. The collar worked on fear as much as pain. Xaphista had told her that himself. Come to me, R’shiel. Through love or fear, the end result is the same. Fear, not pain. It was her fear of the pain the blocked her power, not the pain itself. If Adrina could stand fearlessly in the face of death, R’shiel could cope with a little burning agony.
She raised her arm and pointed at Terbolt. The duke dropped to the ground before he could utter a word, dead or unconscious – even R’shiel didn’t know for certain. She turned her attention inward then and focused on the collar. It disintegrated with a thought, falling away from her neck like sparkles thrown at a children’s party. With it went the pain. In the back of her mind she caught the echo of an anguished cry. Xaphista realising she was lost to him.
For the first time in weeks, R’shiel felt whole again. The power coursing through her eased her pain and healed the burns. The feeling was the closest thing to pure ecstasy she had ever experienced.
R’shiel turned her black eyes on Adrina. She liked this fearless Fardohnyan princess. She reached out and touched her shoulder, felt the muscle and skin knit beneath her hand.
Adrina stared in wonder for a moment, flexing her healed shoulder, then she frowned at R’shiel. “Thank you. Now, are you just going to stand there looking majestic, or are we going to help the others?”
“Where are they?”
“How should I know? Mikel!”
The boy edged his way past the bodies of Lord Terbolt and Prince Cratyn. Adrina caught his sleeve as he neared the entrance and pulled him to her, squatting down so that she was eye to eye with the terrified child.
“Do you know where they’re holding the others, Mikel?”
He nodded dumbly.
“Good. Then we shall go and rescue them. You needn’t be afraid. R’shiel is Harshini and she’ll protect us with her magic.” The boy began to cry. Adrina rolled her eyes, but she put her arms around him and hugged him gently. “There, there, Mikel. Don’t let it upset you.”
“But I’ve betrayed the Overlord. And my prince.”
“Yes, well, I wouldn’t lose too much sleep over that, child. You have Dacendaran to pray to now and Cratyn isn’t worth crying over. Now, are you going to help us or not?”
Mikel wiped his eyes and nodded.
“Good boy. Shall we go then?” She looked up at R’shiel questioningly.
“This could get messy,” she warned. “The priests can feel me now and I’m really not very good at this.”
Adrina looked around the tent and shrugged. “You seem to be doing just fine to me.”
They stepped out of the tent and into chaos. The priests rushed toward Terbolt’s tent clutching their magic-killing staffs, shouting conflicting orders to the Defenders. As R’shiel emerged into the sunlight with Adrina and Mikel, the priests halted their headlong rush. They stood before her cautiously, their lips moving silently as they prayed to their god.
Garanus stepped forward, holding his staff before him. The Defenders, for whom religion was a quaint foreign custom, stood back to give him room. They were curious, not alarmed. Two women and a child hardly warranted their attention and they had no idea what lay inside the Karien lord’s tent. The priests’ antics were more entertaining than threatening and they were reluctant allies at best.
“I call on the Overlord to strike you down, demon child!” Garanus chanted as he approached. He knew she was drawing on her power, his staff would have warned him, even if her eyes did not. “I call on Xaphista to vanquish your evil!”
“Vanquish?” Adrina muttered behind her. “Where do they come up with this nonsense? Do something about him R’shiel. We haven’t got time for this.”
Brave she might be, but Adrina certainly wasn’t blessed with patience in any great quantity.
Garanus was chanting loudly, in unison with the other priests. Her skin tingled as the magic they tried to raise washed over her. It was stronger than it should have been. Xaphista was lending them a hand.
Without warning a bolt of bright light exploded from the tip of Garanus’ staff. R’shiel raised her arm deflected the bolt with a thought. It landed with crash amidst the tents a few paces away, sending Defenders scurrying for safety. Another bolt followed it and then another. Xaphista wanted to destroy her. There was no question about that now. She had chosen sides and in His mind, chosen the wrong one.
I am the demon child, she told herself, and Xaphista has only a smattering of believers here. This battle, at least, I can win.
R’shiel deflected another blinding bolt of lightning and then pointed at the staff Garanus carried. It exploded in a burst of shattered gems, sending the few Defenders left standing diving for cover. The staffs of the other three priests behind him exploded almost immediately after.
She looked past them and discovered Brak, his eyes as black as hers, standing behind the priests. He nodded as she caught his eye, but made no move to aid her. R’shiel smiled briefly, then focused her disconcerting eyes on the Kariens.
“If you leave now, I will let you live. If you choose to stay, you will meet Xaphista a lot sooner than you expected.”
To his credit, Garanus hesitated. Without his staff he had no more power than any other mortal. He debated the issue for a moment or two then glanced over his shoulder at Brak. He might be brave enough to tackle one simple girl, but two Harshini filled with a power he was helpless to combat, was enough to sway him. He conceded defeat with ill grace.