Jared took a couple of steps away from the Coach and stopped abruptly, surprised by Blaed’s and Talon’s hard, restraining hands.
“Don’t be a fool,” Talon growled quietly.
“Warlord! I want to show you something. No one will harm you.”
Lia and Thera came out of the Coach. Both pairs of narrowed eyes stared in the direction of the landing place.
“Is the little pleasure slave afraid to act like a man just once before he dies?” Krelis’s voice taunted.
Thera twitched a shoulder. “The web’s ready. It’s keyed to Jared. If anything happens to him, there’s no time to make another.”
“I’m going,” Jared said firmly.
Thera turned on him. “If you’re going to let a little cock-waving ruin everything we’ve planned—”
Jared cut her off. “He wants to show me something. I want him to keep his distance until this last game is ready to be played. If I don’t go out, he’ll come in.”
“Jared won’t be going alone,” Talon said.
Before Jared could object, Talon leaned closer and quietly added, “I know a few moves that would have you walking bowlegged for a month. So why don’t you make the Ladies happy and graciously accept the escort?”
Jared bared his teeth in a feral smile. “To please the Ladies.”
Talon returned the smile. “We live to serve, Warlord.” The unhappiness under the words kept Jared from arguing. If whatever Lia had asked of Talon went wrong, the man would welcome whatever the Hayllians did to him.
Knowing that, Jared rested a hand on Talon’s shoulder, and said softly, “We live to serve.”
“You didn’t have to threaten me,” Jared growled a few minutes later as he, Talon, Blaed, Randolf, and three of Talon’s men walked to the curve in the road. “And I’m not a child who needs his hand held.”
“No, you’re not a child,” Talon agreed. “You’re just the only one of us who’s essential to the Ladies’ plan.”
Unable to argue with that, Jared clenched his teeth.
“You’re damned thin-skinned whenever anyone mentions pleasure slaves,” Talon continued. He grinned. “A winter up in the mountains will give you a tougher hide. It’s colder than Hell up there. Nothing like a cold night to knock some sense into a man.”
“I haven’t said I was going with you.”
“You haven’t said you weren’t.”
Jared grunted.
They came around the curve in the road.
Jared took one more step before his legs froze.
Six Hayllians waited about two hundred yards down the road. One of them was a Sapphire-Jeweled Warlord.
Jared managed one glance at them before his eyes focused on the mutilated thing that was walking unsteadily toward him.
Talon sucked air through his teeth and let it out in a slow hiss.
Blaed shuddered.
Randolf whispered, “Mother Night.”
How could a man live when that much of him had been cut away? Jared wondered as his stomach twisted.
Halfway between the two groups of men, Brock raised his arms, his fingerless hands reaching, reaching.
“Warlord!” Krelis shouted. “Take a good look, Warlord! If you don’t bring the little Queen to the landing place in one hour, that’s what every male in the village will look like before we’re done. Do you understand me?”
Thank the Darkness his uncle Yarek hadn’t come with him, Jared thought. The next hour would be hard enough for the villagers without their knowing what would come at the end of it.
“Do you like the feather, Warlord?” Krelis taunted. “Even a nonman should have something between his legs, don’t you think?”
“Let’s go,” Talon said. “We’re wasting time here.”
Blaed’s throat worked convulsively. “What about Brock?”
Snarling, Randolf raised his right hand. A bolt of power from his Purple Dusk ring struck Brock in the heart.
Brock jerked once, and then collapsed.
Randolf wiped the back of his hand over his mouth. “Not even a bastard like Brock deserves to have that done to him.”
Jared didn’t protest when Talon’s men hurried him back to the village. He didn’t argue about Talon, Blaed, and Randolf following after them, guarding their backs.
But he promised himself that, if Lia’s plan failed, his people wouldn’t suffer at the hands of that Hayllian bastard.
Even if he had to kill them himself.
Chapter Thirty-four
Krelis watched the retreating men and smiled. At first, he’d felt disappointed that the Shalador Warlord hadn’t had the balls to come alone. Now he was pleased that there had been other witnesses. Alone, the bastard could have denied what he’d seen. But those other males . . .
It wouldn’t take long for it to be whispered through the village. Once the males heard what was planned for them, they’d hand over the Queen. Only a fool wouldn’t try to buy a little mercy.
Maybe he’d bring the Shalador bastard back with him. It would cost a few men to drain the Warlord’s power enough to smash through the inner barriers and contain him, but it would be worth the cost.
He’d like to hand Lord Jared over to Dorothea. She would know just what to do with a male who’d caused her so much inconvenience.
Maybe she’d even let him watch.
Chapter Thirty-five
Keeping his own fears and uncertainties locked away, Jared worked to send out a feeling of confidence to the villagers patiently waiting for Thera to add them to the psychic web she’d created within a tangled web.
No one spoke. No one even whispered to the person behind them. No one dared be the one to break Thera’s fierce concentration.
She pricked each villager’s finger, placed one drop of blood on a specific thread of the web she’d built, and then, using Craft, froze the blood in position so that the web began to look like a delicate silver necklace dotted with red beads.
Over and over again, moving swiftly as the minutes slipped away.
And each time she placed a drop of blood in its chosen place, Jared felt another mind added to the web. If he let his eyes unfocus, he could see it in his mind. But the web he saw with his inner vision didn’t have drops of blood, it had little Jewel stars—or clear beads for the Blood who weren’t strong enough to wear the Jewels. Some he could still recognize by their Jewels—Eryk and Corry, his uncle Yarek, Thayne—but as more and more people were added, their psychic scents began to blur and blend together.