Part 4 (1/2)

”I'm not sure what you're asking.”

”It's a direct question,” the colonel said. ”How long have you been with him? Are you in his confidence?”

Nila knew she had to make a decision. Throw everything in behind Bo-be there if he was exposed and killed-or pretend that she was nothing more than a hired secretary.

”Some time. I am in his confidence, sir.”

The colonel's eyes narrowed. ”Indeed? Then what's the Privileged up to?”

Nila forced herself not to bolt for the tent flap. ”I don't know what-”

”Stop,” the man said. ”I've known Taniel Two-shot since he was a boy. You think I wouldn't recognize his best friend?”

”I'm sorry, sir,” Nila said. ”I don't know your name.”

”Colonel Etan.”

”Colonel Etan. If you think you know someone, shouldn't you invite them to your tent directly?”

The shadow of a smile touched Etan's face. ”Is Borbador here looking for Taniel?”

Nila couldn't avoid a direct question like that. This man claimed to know Taniel. This may be the best way to get information out of him. Or it could all be a trap. ”Yes,” she said.

Etan gave a soft sigh, closing his eyes. ”Thank Adom.”

”I'm sorry?”

Etan opened his eyes again. ”I've spent the last several weeks trying to find out what happened to Taniel. n.o.body has seen him since he was raised up like a trophy above the Kez camp. Hilanska has refused to ask any questions. He won't even request Taniel's body back from the Kez.”

Nila's throat felt dry. ”So Taniel is dead?”

”I don't know,” Etan said. ”He was alive when he was raised up on that beam. He was alive the last time anyone saw him up there, and then when Kresimir killed Adom, he-”

”Wait, what?” Nila couldn't help herself. She leaned forward in her chair. ”Kresimir killed Adom? What are you talking about?” Was this man mad?

Etan waved his hand. ”It's a very long story. One that hasn't gotten back to Adopest, it seems. Pit, Hilanska is keeping a tight lid around here. To answer your earlier question, I deemed it unwise to bring Borbador here. I'm hoping that you are being watched less closely than the supposed 'lawyer' is.”

”You want me to pa.s.s him a message?”

”Yes. Don't trust Hilanska.”

”I don't think Bo trusts anyone.”

Etan scowled at his legs. He didn't seem to hear her. ”Hilanska is a superior officer and I do him a disservice, but he's been acting very strangely lately. As I said before, he won't look into Taniel's whereabouts. He adamantly refuses to believe that Tamas might still be alive. What's more, he's been putting all of Tamas's most loyal men into their own companies and promoting his own longest-serving soldiers. And he's been raving about a Kez pincer movement that could come over the southern mountains-he sent two whole companies into the valleys in the southwest, where they won't be able to do a d.a.m.ned thing when the Kez do attack.”

Nila couldn't pretend to understand the inner politics of the army, but she imagined it not unlike anywhere else that people were constantly jockeying for rank or status-even like the n.o.ble household where she had been employed before the coup. She did know that Bo wouldn't care one whit for the army politics. But Etan was clearly distraught, and she didn't think it would help to tell him that.

”Are you able to help us find Taniel?” she asked gently.

Etan glanced at the attache case in her hands. ”I've gone through all of Taniel's requisition forms. I was there when he made some of them. I don't think they'll help you, but I suppose another set of eyes wouldn't hurt. I've done everything within my power to discover his fate-I've been watching for anyone who might come asking, as well. Bo might have to go to the Kez to get any more information.”

”That would be suicide,” Nila said. Not that it would stop Bo.

”It might. I'm sorry that I could not be more help. I'm leaving for Adopest in the morning. If there's anything I can do to aid your search, contact me through one of the grenadiers of the Twelfth.”

”Thank you,” Nila said.

She left the colonel and headed back across the camp toward where they had left their carriage. What else could she do now but wait for Bo and tell him about Etan? Etan's advice had been unhelpful, but she hoped it would make Bo more optimistic to know they had a friend in the camp and that Taniel had last been seen alive.

Their carriage had been moved off the road and down into a gully and the horses unharnessed. She sat in the carriage to read through the reports, going through every page one by one, carefully examining each line to be sure she didn't miss any of Taniel's requisitions. The column that interested her the most was the one where the quartermasters entered their own notes about the requisition. Up to a certain point in time, each of Taniel's requests for black powder had been denied ”by order of the General Staff.”

Until about a month previous. He was given powder, and the note column said, ”Special permission, General Hilanska.” Nila set that page aside to show to Bo.

It grew dark, and Nila finally had to set aside her work. It seemed strange to her that neither Bo nor Adamat had returned yet. In fact, she hadn't seen Sergeant Oldrich or his men either. She leaned her head against the wall of the carriage, wondering if she should go look for them or just rest here until they returned.

Nila thought she heard a soft click from the opposite door of the carriage. She turned, but the carriage door was still closed.

”h.e.l.lo?” she asked. When there was no response, she put her hand to her door latch and it occurred to her that in a camp of many tens of thousands, there didn't seem to be anyone close to her carriage.

The opposite door suddenly swung open. Nila glimpsed a dark coat, a covered face, and the dull glint of steel in the moonlight. The carriage rocked as someone dove inside. A hand darted toward her.

Nila threw herself across the carriage, felt a knife catch in her skirts. She twisted away and heard a low curse in a man's voice as her attacker tried to drag his blade from the cloth. She rolled onto the flat of the blade and kicked out at the man's shoulder.

He pulled back with a grunt, the knife no longer in his hand, only to leap bodily upon her.

She caught him under the shoulders. He batted at her arms, pus.h.i.+ng them down, one hand snaking around her neck. She felt his fingers close about her throat and remembered Lord Vetas's hot breath upon her shoulder when he had done the same.

The man hissed suddenly, jumping away from her, his jacket on fire. Nila felt the pressure leave her throat, saw the flame dancing on her fingertips, and she leapt on top of the man, fueled by the coals of her rage. He tried to grapple with her, his attention taken by his burning coat, but Nila forced herself inside his guard.

Her hand still aflame, she grasped the man's face and pushed.

Skin and bone seemed to give way beneath her fingers. The man's scream died in his throat and his body stopped moving. The cus.h.i.+on and the man's clothes were still on fire and she beat at the flames with her skirt until they were gone.

The body, most of its head melted into a sickening black goop on the carriage bench, lay still beneath her. Nila slowly backed away. Her head hit the roof of the carriage and she ducked down, unable to pull her eyes away from the corpse lying in the smoldering remains of its own clothing.

She looked down at her hand. It was covered in cooked bits of bone and flesh.

”Nila, are you-”

Bo jerked open the door she had been resting against just a few moments before and stared down at the body. His face was unreadable in the darkness.

”Come here,” he said gently, taking her by the wrist and pulling her outside. She only noticed the acrid smell of smoke and burned flesh, hair, and wool as Bo led her away. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and gently cleaned her hand, emptying some of his canteen onto her fingers. He went back to the carriage and fetched her attache case.

”I...” She seemed barely able to take a breath. Her heart thundered and her hands shook.