Princeps' Fury (Codex Alera 5)
Page 85"Your turn," she whispered.
Tavi eyed her. But then he rose and tested the surface of the croach beneath his shoes, glad that he had opted for the lighter pair rather than his heavy, hob-nailed infantry boots. The surface of the croach had a bit of give to it, and almost seemed to push up against his feet as he stepped away from it, something like a furycrafted causeway did, if far more weakly. Tavi signaled Max and Durias to come forward, and the two men did. Max, like Tavi, had worn lighter riding boots, but Durias had nothing but his infantry footwear. He grimaced and began taking them off, and stepped out onto the croach in his bare feet a moment later.
"Well," Durias murmured, looking around warily. "At least it's warm."
"So far so good," Tavi murmured. "Time to test the Canim's new shoes."
Varg was the first to approach. As the largest of the Canim, he would be the most likely to break the surface of the croach and attract the presence of the wax spiders who maintained and repaired it. The big Cane approached with exaggerated steps, a peculiar tilt to his ears that Tavi had never quite seen before on one of the wolf-warriors. Broad discs, almost like dishes, really, of green-black Vord chitin were secured to each of his feet.
"These..." he switched to Aleran for the word, "shoes." He shook his head. "I cannot move well in them."
"They'll distribute your weight," Tavi told him. "I hope enough that you can walk the croach without breaking it."
"Who taught you the use of these things, Tavar?"
"Some of my people use something like them to move more easily over deep snow," Tavi replied. "Though the original design was made of wood and leather. I thought the chitin was more logical."
"Perhaps if it does break the croach, it will not sense the presence of Vord hide as an outside attacker," Varg growled.
"Worth a try," Tavi said. He waited a beat, then added. "Anytime now."
The shoes worked. They held him up.
Varg growled, a satisfied sound, and gestured once at the other Canim. Anag and the three Hunters prowled forward onto the glowing croach, almost comically cautious about where they placed their chitin-shod feet.
Tavi nodded at them once. Then he turned to Kitai, who flashed him a feral grin and started through the forest in deliberate silence, as scout and pathfinder.
The rest of them followed her, into the glowing green night, and toward the architect and epicenter of that eerie new world.
Chapter 31~32
Chapter 31
"The less you say, the better," Rook said. "The less I know about why you're here, the less harm I can do you should the information be taken from me."
Which is precisely why I did not inform you of Bernard's presence, Amara thought.
They had stepped from the slavers' tunnel into one of its adjoining chambers. There was a heady odor coming from a number of tightly fitted barrels against the far wall. Amara recognized the smell of preprocessed hollybells, the flowers from which the drug aphrodin was made. The slavers, it seemed, had used the tunnels as an entry point for smugglers as well as for moving their own merchandise in and out of the city. Doubtless, they had demanded their own extortionate piece of the lucrative enterprise.
"That's a risk I need to take," Amara told her calmly in reply. "You can tell almost as much about my intentions from the questions I ask as from anything I say. If I can't ask you questions, whatever you tell me is going to be of limited use."
"Then you must already know what I'm doing here."
"I suspect," Rook said, raising a finger to the collar and shuddering. "I do not know. There is a difference."
Amara studied the other woman for a long moment before she shook her head. "How do I know that you aren't feeding me misinformation?"
Rook considered the question seriously for a moment before answering. "Countess, the First Lord himself came to me on the steadholt where my daughter and I were living. It was seventy-four miles south of here."
Amara had to suppress a shiver. The past tense was certainly appropriate if the steadholt they had seen earlier that very day was any indication. The region that far south of Ceres had certainly been overrun by the Vord.
"He told me what was happening. He told me that if I served him on this mission, he would see to it that my daughter was taken to safety-to anywhere in Alera that I chose. And that if I returned from it, I could join her."
Amara could not suppress the curse that slipped from between her lips. Gaius had given Rook no choice at all: Do what he wished, or perish with her daughter before the oncoming menace. "Rook, I don't know why you-"
Rook held up her hand for silence. Then said, simply, "I sent her to Calderon."
For a moment, Amara couldn't find a response. "Why Calderon?" she finally asked.
Rook shrugged a shoulder and gave her a weary smile. "I wanted her as far from the Vord as possible. With the most capable, forewarned, and best-prepared people I knew. I know that Count Bernard has been trying to warn folk of the Vord for years. I assumed that he would begin preparing his own home to resist them. If I betray you, Countess, my daughter has no one to protect her. I would rather die screaming with blood running from my nose and ears than that."
It would, of course, kill her to remove it.
Rook had defied High Lords and Ladies-and the First Lord himself, in her effort to secure her child when she had been held prisoner against Rook's loyalty by the late High Lord Kalarus. Amara had no doubt whatsoever that the woman would sacrifice her life without hesitation if she thought that by doing so she could protect Masha.
"Very well," Amara said. "What can you tell me?"
"Little," Rook said. She made a frustrated gesture at the collar. "Orders. But I can show you."
Amara nodded once.
Rook turned back to the tunnel and beckoned her. "Follow me."
Veiled to the utmost of her ability, Amara crouched on a blackened rooftop beside Rook, overlooking the city's former Slave Market, the Vord's "recruitment" area.