Fool! I cannot protect you forever. Get out!
His mind ran to the weirstone bullets he had taken off a bounty hunter in his travels across the west. Made by the scarlet witches, they were thought to be most useful against geists who had taken flesh. The bounty hunter had thought to use them on the Rossin. Now they could be put to better use. With frenzied wriggling, Raed was able to pull out the pistol and slide it between the grating. He knew what the consequences would be, but he could not merely watch as his sister aligned herself with these blood drinkers.
Raed pulled the trigger. His aim was off, thanks to the tight confines of the shaft, and the limitations that the grate afforded him. The bullet instead of striking Iuhmee, punched a neat hole through her reclining peon’s head.
The Princess of Ensomn screamed however, as if it had been she that had been struck. At least he presumed she was screaming, since the retort of the pistol had set his ears to ringing. She collapsed to her knees, and when she turned her face upward in his direction, it was a totally different one, with burning eyes and a mouth full of fangs.
She pointed at Fraine who was looking as pale as a Shin peon. While Raed yelled through the grate, since stealth was now abandoned, three slaves appeared and wrestled his sister to the ground. Two held her, while the third slid Fraine’s sleeve back, and sliced the softest part of her forearm. Her blood seemed to drip into the bowl the peon held beneath for a very long time.
When he had been a young man, Raed had seen his little sister do many foolish things, but coming to this nest of evil was an awful kind of grown-up idiocy. However she was no longer a little child he could warn away from open flames and sharp objects. The worst bit was that Captain Tangyre, supposedly her friend, stood by as she was forced into giving up her blood.
Finally it was done and Tangyre handed Fraine a towel to staunch the flow. She held it tight for the younger woman and whispered something soothing to her. Anger toward his once friend was catching up with Raed. He blamed all of his sister’s missteps and foolish dreams on that poisonous captain. She’d been dripping lies into the sheltered girl’s ear for years. He would make her pay for that disservice.
His ears were clearing, and he saw Iuhmee climb to her feet. Her momentary outrage at her peon’s death was replaced with a cruel smile, aimed in his direction. Raed knew he should move, and yet he found he could not. Dimly he could hear the Rossin howling at him to flee rapidly.
Raed made to wriggle away from the vent when his sister stood and drew his attention back to the activities below.
Fraine was visibly shaken, but she stood before the Lady Iuhmee. “So we have our pact?”
The Shin woman took the bowl from the slave and peered down into it. Her face was alight with avarice, so that even Raed could see, so much so it was as if she was holding a bowl of priceless gems. That made him even more sure that his sister had done something terribly wrong.
In his head the Rossin had gone silent, but the man could feel him watching with infinite cunning. Raed found that far more disturbing than when the Beast was roaring in his head.
Iuhmee smiled at her, a smile that made Raed’s skin crawl, and should have, if Tangyre was looking after Fraine’s best interests, caused the other captain to yank her charge out of the room immediately. Then, the Shin lady raised the bowl and drank deeply. The sound of her gulps turned Raed’s stomach.
However, the Young Pretender was not able to see her expression after that, because pain flared white-hot deep in his core. All he felt was his body screaming in pain. His throat clenched around a howl while his fingers spasmed tight on the vent. Nothing else mattered but this instant.
When it retreated he was left gasping and nauseous in its wake.
Too late. The Rossin snarled in outrage. Too late for anything.
In the room below, Tangyre was helping Fraine to her feet. Apparently both siblings of the Imperial line had experienced the excruciating pain. Lady Iuhmee was grinning like a wolf as she placed the bowl, quite empty of anything, upside down on a nearby table.
“Now we have an accord,” she said conversationally. “We shall give you our support for your rebellion, and once you have overturned Kaleva, you will turn out all the other western Princes, and give their kingdoms to us. We will make this coast our playground.”
Fraine nodded. She nodded, and then let herself be gathered into Tangyre’s arms like a complete child.
Iuhmee curled the fingers of one hand together: the brass of the fingernail guards rattling together like the unpleasant skittering of some many-legged insect. “But first, we shall have to deal with our little vermin problem.” Her eyes darted upward, and Raed realized with a start that she had not forgotten the shooting of her peon—she had merely had more pressing matters. The other Shin, and even his little sister Fraine, followed suit.
He understood now that an enemy who could be so calm and focused when being shot at, was not someone to be taken lightly. He frantically wriggled and pushed with his knees and elbows out of sight of the vent and away down the shaft. He comforted himself that once beyond that, the Shin would not be able to locate him—though there was a sharp knot in his stomach that insisted he was perhaps being a little optimistic.
The Rossin’s growl felt as though it was rumbling in his own chest.
I cannot help you here. Get free of these narrow places. Let me run free!
“Doing my best,” Raed hissed. His muscles were protesting at this unwelcome and unnatural form of locomotion, and it was damnably hot in here. Sweat ran down his back and along his neck. The worst of it was he couldn’t easily wipe it from his face. It stung his eyes and obscured his vision.
However he also soon realized that the Shin were not done with him—not by a very long mark. Something was behind him in the ventilation system of this mad fortress. It didn’t sound like whoever his pursuer might be was having nearly as tough a time of it as he was. It sounded instead as though they were running, like animals in hot pursuit.
Raed turned himself around in the confined space and managed with more than a little swearing to work his pistol once more out from his side. Primitive fears of being chased and trapped were beginning to rise, and he could hear his own heartbeat in his head—louder, even, than the Rossin’s thoughts.
Holding the pistol trained between his thighs in the direction of the ominous sounds, Raed pushed with his legs, sliding on his back farther away from the pursuit. It was slow going, and he was wondering what exactly he was going to do with the pistol. If he fired it in this position, he ran a good chance of shooting himself in the thigh, as well as blowing his own ears out.
Either, however, seemed preferable to facing whatever was closing rapidly on his position.
“By the Blood, I’m not dying like this,” he hissed, all the time working his way in some unknown direction. The Rossin, impotent in this particular, unexpected turn of events, was silent.
He smiled grimly, though his legs ached, and he could barely see with his sweat-blinded vision. “Not exactly what you planned is it, my old friend? I think you’ve become just a little cocky after gobbling up that Hatipai.”
If the beast made a reply, Raed was too occupied to notice, because his pursuer was actually visible, only feet away, and coming at him through the gloom of the shaft.
She must have once been human. The face was a wreck of former beauty twisted in rage. Lips, that could have been full and lovely, were held back from sharpened teeth, and eyes under perfect brows were now bloodred and bulging. Beyond that however, the creature had no resemblance to anything human. Long, jointed legs braced it in the tight space, and carried it forward much faster than Raed could manage. He could not get a good look at the rest, but had the impression of a thorax and segmented body similar to a scorpion. The odor of it, this close up, was almost choking. It smelled like it had bathed in blood and guts—and perhaps it had done that very thing.