Part 43 (1/2)
Nila gave a low whistle. ”You don't settle, do you?”
”Never have,” Olem said, giving her a lingering glance. She opened her mouth, but forgot her response immediately when Olem held up a hand. ”Do you hear that?” he whispered.
Up and down the line, cuira.s.siers grew alert. Nila strained her ears to listen, but couldn't hear anything. ”What is it?”
Olem put one hand on the stock of his carbine. ”I thought I heard a horse down there.”
They remained in silence for several minutes, during which Nila barely allowed herself to breathe. The fear and anxiety all returned in those precious minutes of waiting, and she could feel her heart hammering against her chest like a bird trying to escape its cage.
A shadow appeared in the fog down in the gully. Nila thought her heart would burst at any moment, until she saw Olem relax, his finger edging away from the trigger of his carbine.
”It's one of ours,” a cuira.s.sier said. ”Looks like Ganley.”
A horse came out of the fog carrying a blue-uniformed rider. Olem called out a greeting, and Nila sat back in her saddle, trying to find a comfortable spot on which to sit. There wasn't one. She closed her eyes, trying to reach the meditative state that Bo had taught her-a place between this world and the Else, where she could let her worries fade.
She had yet to reach it.
When her eyes opened again, she found that she'd slipped past her target and gone into the Else-here at least, she sighed to herself, the fog couldn't penetrate. The hills rolled on in the distance, and she could see that the gully before them was indeed a deep one, extending thirty feet down and on into thick brush in the distance. Hundreds of small flames danced before her eyes like fireflies.
Several things happened at once. First, she screamed. Second, the returning scout, Ganley, fell from his horse, his b.l.o.o.d.y throat grinning up at them all from the ground, and third, those hundreds of fireflies suddenly shot forward and the rumble of hooves brought Nila out of the Else and into the real world, where horses seemed to erupt from the mist, ridden by Kez cavalry in their green-on-tan uniforms.
Olem's carbine went off, causing a ringing in Nila's ears. A dozen other shots were fired before the Kez cavalry were suddenly upon them.
Nila felt a Kez mount ram her own, sending the creature reeling to the side. She sawed at the reins and nearly fell out of her saddle, when a sword flashed in front of her eyes. The cuff of a blue uniform sprang into her vision as Olem countered a stroke meant for her neck. She heard him grunt, swear, then he was gone.
A Kez dragoon leaned into Nila from the side, and she'd barely got her hands up before the guard of his saber cracked into the side of her head. Vision swimming, she latched onto the man's arm, pulling him closer, and put her fingers around his throat.
She willed the fire from the Else, pouring her anger and energy in behind it, and waited for the man's head to wither like a burned mushroom.
Nothing happened.
Panic seized her. She pushed herself closer to the dragoon, feeling his breath upon her neck, grasping for the Else. It was still there, she could still sense it at her fingertips, but nothing was happening.
The guard of his saber hit her again. She reeled, unable to grasp her sorcery, yet knowing if she let go, she would die with a split head. She dug her fingernails into his throat and tore. The man suddenly disengaged, cursing angrily in Kez and holding his b.l.o.o.d.y throat.
Nila remembered the pistol Olem had given her. She grasped for the b.u.t.t, her hands shaking, and leveled it at the dragoon.
A grin flashed across his face, and the last thing she felt was a tug on the back of her head and the whole world going upside down.
CHAPTER.
37.
Three days,” Adamat said as he was led into Ricard's office in the Kinnen Hotel. ”It took me three days to get an appointment to see not you but your undersecretary! What the pit is going on here, Ricard? I thought you wanted me working quickly.”
Adamat came up short. Ricard sat slumped behind his desk, hair frayed, jacket discarded in one corner, a pair of reading gla.s.ses perched on his nose and a newspaper in one hand.
”Pit,” Adamat said. ”It looks like you haven't slept in three days.”
Ricard stifled a yawn. ”Five, I think. Well. I've caught some naps. Here and there. Fell,” he shouted.
”Right here, sir.” Adamat exchanged a glance with Fell, who was standing right beside him.
Ricard squinted over his gla.s.ses. ”So you are. Fell, tell the boys out front to let Adamat in to see me immediately no matter what.”
Fell cleared her throat. ”No matter what, sir?”
”Unless I'm indisposed. Kresimir's b.a.l.l.s, that's obvious. Look, Adamat, I'm sorry. I've quadrupled the security since the bombing, and you know how it is with logistics like this. Orders get crossed, people can't see me. It's a nightmare. You should have just come by my home.”
”I did. Several times. You weren't there.”
”Sir,” Fell said. ”You haven't left this office for two days. You haven't been home since before the bombing.”
Ricard scratched his head. ”That's right. Oh well. Wine?”
”It's nine o'clock in the morning.” Adamat took a seat opposite Ricard.
”Coffee?”
”Yes, please.”
”Fell, have someone get us coffee. And put a little whiskey in mine.”
”That's awful, Ricard,” Adamat said.
”I've had worse.” Ricard hiccupped and pounded twice on his chest with one fist. ”Now then, what can you tell me about the bombing?”
”The bombing was done with something called 'blasting oil,' ” Adamat said. ”It took some time, but I was able to track down the manufacturer.”
”Who was it?”
”The Flerring Powder Company.”
”Never heard of them,” Ricard growled. ”And when I'm done with them, no one ever will. I'll see them out of business! I'll destroy everything they-”
Adamat cut him off. ”That's quite unnecessary.”
”What do you mean?”
”I interviewed the owner and his daughter. The blasting oil wasn't ready for sale. It's too unstable. One of their chemists sold a sample of it behind their backs and they canned him for it.”
”I see. This chemist?”
”Blew himself up the day after they fired him.”