Part 36 (2/2)
Tinker shrank away from the cold, impartial stare, barely able to breathe.
”Good.” Sparrow started the car. ”You really must start thinking like an elf. Look at the long-term future.”
Like she had one.
Tinker found no comfort that Sparrow, after several minutes of silence, felt the need to justify her actions with, ”My case only ill.u.s.trated the hypocrisy of the domana domana; even when they lift up one of the lower castes, they still suppress us.”
15: Whipping Boy
The back door of the Rolls opened and an oni warrior, face painted for war, gazed down at her-bound hand and foot-as Sparrow murmured something in the Oni tongue. The warrior grunted, took out a whistle, and blew a single long note that jumped from shrill to inaudible. Somewhere close by, small dogs broke into excited barking.
Sparrow said something about Tomawaritomo, and the warrior pointed off into the darkness. She walked away without looking back.
The warrior reached into the Rolls with huge gnarled hands and lifted Tinker out, pa.s.sing her like a hissing kitten to another guard. Oni warriors were emerging out of the night, faces painted and heavily armed. Apparently her escape had been noticed, and the oni had been on the hunt, now called back by the silent whistle.
Without the kitsune's deception, the airbrake plant was a collection of ma.s.sive, old buildings, heavy with the sense of otherworldliness where men did the works of G.o.ds and sneered at the concept of magic. Yet rising up in the moonlight beyond the great buildings was the wild primal forest of Elfhome, and all around Tinker, smelling like wet dogs, were the brutish oni warriors.
Tinker was carried into one of the mile-long buildings. The first section was a garage, holding a host of hoverbikes and cars; Riki's motorcycle sat to one side, as singular as the tengu. The second section was a kennel, filled with steel cages. Many of the cages held yapping little pug dogs. In one cage was a muzzled warg, its glowing eyes lighting its corner with icy rage, its bulk filling the cage.
Beyond was empty warehouse. A shallow, narrow channel cut down the center of the vast room; oily water flowed in the cement drain. On one side was the bare skeleton of a freight elevator. There was something disturbingly familiar about the s.p.a.ce. They pa.s.sed a dark stain of old blood on the floor, and there, in the dust on the floor, were her bootprints and Riki's footprints, where he had held her still and made her watch the deboning that first morning. This was the true appearance of the courtyard garden with the gazebo.
At the far end, they caught up with Sparrow. The elf female was coming to a stop beside an oni male. Riki knelt on the ground in front of the male, head bowed until his forehead nearly touched the dusty floor. To one side, the wizened-dwarf torturer sharpened his boning knives.
”I caught her before she could do harm,” Sparrow was saying to the oni. The guard dropped Tinker onto the ground, knocking the breath out of her. ”Really, Lord Tomawaritomo, I had hoped you could contain her more than three days.”
”The kitsune let her slip away.” The oni male reached down to catch Tinker by a handful of s.h.i.+rt and bra and lifted her up to dangle in mid-air as he inspected her.
So this was Lord Tomawaritomo. Tall and lean, he towered over Tinker; even the long thin sword strapped to his side was taller than her. He was striking in appearance, but not beautiful; his cheekbones and chin were too sharp, and his nose too flat. The gold of his pupil filled his eyes, with an iris a dark vertical slit. He had a mane of white that spilled down over his back. His ears were more than just pointed: they were white-furred, and cupped forward, like a cat's. He wore a kimono of vivid purples and greens, and a fur of pristine white that matched his snow-white hair. The pelt was wrapped over one shoulder and pinned in place by his shoulder guard of ridged bone. The fur looked to be white wolf or warg, though larger than either species. The origin of the bone, however, Tinker couldn't guess, except that the body part involved was the jawbone, hinged midpoint at the oni's chest.
After inspecting Tinker closely, Tomtom grunted. ”Such trouble in a little package.”
”It seems to be a universal constant that keys to doorways are usually small.” Sparrow smiled at her own wit.
Tomtom grunted again. ”Perhaps I should put this one on a chain to keep it from being lost.”
”Whatever it takes,” Sparrow said.
Perhaps it was just as well that Tinker didn't have breath to talk; she had a feeling that she would be saying things that she'd regret later. She comforted herself by thinking choice insults.
Tomtom clicked his tongue and Riki looked up. ”Take this.” The oni lord held Tinker out to Riki. ”See that it doesn't slip away again.”
So Tinker found herself handed off again like a child's doll. Annoyingly, she couldn't help but feel somewhat safer with Riki, perhaps just because he was familiar. He, at least, balanced her upright and stooped to undo the ties around her ankles. ”Stay still. Stay silent,” he whispered to her without meeting her eyes. Yeah, right Yeah, right.
Tomtom's cat ears flickered from Riki to a distant wail. ”Ah, my warriors have found the vixen.”
”You'll have the kitsune killed.” Sparrow said it as a disinterested statement, not a question.
”One normally has to be diplomatic with the kitsune,” Tomtom said. ”This presents possibilities...”
A moment later frantic cries became audible, growing louder. Chiyo was dragged into the vast room, struggling in the hold of two oni warriors. Her fox tail stuck out of a tear in her kimono, and her doglike ears were laid back in distress. At a signal from Lord Tomtom, the warriors released Chiyo and she flung herself at Tomtom's feet. As the kitsune begged in frantic Oni, the corners of the oni lord's mouth curled up into a grin.
”Her Oni is worse than mine,” Sparrow said. ”What is she saying?”
”She says she'll do anything to avoid the knives.” Lord Tomtom motioned to one of the waiting oni. ”This will interest you.”
Sparrow gave an exasperated sigh. ”My time is limited.”
Tomtom gazed at Sparrow hard. ”Stay and be instructed.”
He put out his hand and one of the warriors gave him a leather lead and slipknot collar. Tomtom dangled out the lead, clucking as one would to a dog. Chiyo cringed but sat up, canting back her head to lay bare her throat.
”Many of the lesser bloods have the spells to manipulate them threaded through their genetic pattern,” Tomtom explained to Sparrow as he slipped the collar over Chiyo's head. He pulled the slipknot tight, winding the lead around his fist. ”I could reduce her back to fox if I wanted.”
Chiyo whimpered in fear.
”What use would a fox be to me, little kitsune?” Tomtom purred, wiping away Chiyo's tears. ”I've decided to breed you. No, no, no.” He murmured as Chiyo glanced at the surrounding warriors. ”Your mate will have to be fetched. Now hold still.”
He growled out a word, and strange runes gleamed to life on Chiyo's skin. In a low dull drone, Tomtom chanted out a spell, and her very skin began to glow. After a minute, he fell silent and the light vanished, and Chiyo panted quietly.
”I've put her into season.” He loosened the lead and handed it to one of his warriors, pointing back across the warehouse and saying something in Oni.
Chiyo cried out as if struck. ”Warg?”
Sparrow made a face of distaste. ”Oh, beat her and be done with it.”
”The lesser bloods are socketed so they can breed with anything,” Tomtom said. ”I want to introduce the warg abilities into the kitsune line.”
Sparrow scoffed at this. ”You don't change the genome directly?”
”Breeding for pups is a simpler method,” Tomtom said.
”This is a waste of my time,” Sparrow said. ”I must be gone before I'm missed.”
”Speak then,” Tomtom said absently, watching the kitsune be stripped of her kimono, bent over a bale of bedding, and tied into position.
Tinker turned away as warriors took advantage of Chiyo's helplessness; the males laughed as their manipulations made the kitsune in heat moan wantonly. Remember what she's done to me. I hate her. I should be glad she's being punished. Remember what she's done to me. I hate her. I should be glad she's being punished.
Sparrow took no notice of the events with the kitsune. ”I told you at the start of this that Wolf Who Rules needs to be eliminated.”
Riki caught Tinker before she could launch herself at Sparrow, m.u.f.fling her stream of curses at the elf.
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