The Hayllians would sense something odd, but they wouldn’t be able to find the source becauseeveryone would become the source.
Which was basically the same trick Dorothea had used to hide Brock from Lia.
As he took a moment to admire Thera’s cunning, he also realized most of the Shalador witches were wearing tunics and trousers and had loosely braided their dark hair.
His pride in his people swelled at their courage.
Without being able to separate one psychic scent from another, there was no easy way to tell what Jewel each witch wore, and if the Hayllians didn’t get a good enough look to notice the golden skin, the witches could play “hide the Queen” for hours—or at least long enough to prevent the Hayllians from unleashing a full attack before everything was ready.
He estimated they had a quarter of an hour left when Blaed and Talon stepped up to the web, the last two to be added. Everyone else had dispersed to various points in the village.
“There,” Thera said, rolling her shoulders as she stepped back from the web. She took a couple of deep breaths. Then she detached the two bottom tether threads from the wooden frame. Holding the web by the top tether threads, she lifted it from the frame and looked at Jared. “Take off your shirt.”
Exchanging a puzzled look with Talon and Blaed, Jared stripped to the waist.
“Take a breath and hold still,” Thera said. “This is the safest way to protect it.”
Still puzzled, Jared watched as she laid the web over his chest and belly. Then he felt the spidersilk threads and beads of blood melt into his skin. He gasped.
Thera studied his chest for a moment before nodding. “Don’t worry,” she said with a knowing smile. “You’re not stuck with everyone permanently. Once the power in the web is gone, the spidersilk and blood will pass back through your skin and fall off.”
“Can I get dressed now?” Jared growled. He shivered, but it wasn’t just because it was too cold to be standing around half-naked.
“Yes, you can get dressed.”
“Is it done?” Lia said quietly as she joined them.
“It’s done,” Thera replied.
They turned toward the Coach.
Jared hastily pulled on his shirt. He wanted a minute with Lia while he had the chance.
“Wait a minute,” Blaed said sharply. He pointed at Thera. “You and Lia aren’t connected to the web.”
“What?” Jared and Talon said in unison.
“They’re not part of the web. I waited until the end, but I got here when Thera added the first person.” Blaed stared at the two women, his eyes filled with hurt and fury.
Lia studied the three men. She took a deep breath. “Thera and I can’t be part of the web.” She held up a hand to stop their protests. “We can’t be. But I swear to you, we’re well protected.”
“Come on,” Thera said. “We have to take care of the last of it.”
“What last?” Jared demanded, taking a step toward them. “You didn’t mention anything else.”
Lia’s eyes stopped him from taking another step.
The three men watched Thera and Lia hurry to the Coach.
Jared pressed his hand against his chest. He wanted to rub the area over his heart to try to ease the deep, growing ache, but he was afraid he might damage the web.
Talon nudged Blaed. “Let’s get into position.” He started up the street, then turned back. “Jared? Are you all right?”
Jared lowered his hand. “I’m fine.”
A minute later, he stood alone in the street. Everyone else was hidden. The Coach’s door remained closed. A few minutes from now, Krelis would realize they weren’t going to hand Lia over to him, and the battle would begin.
Too late, Jared thought as he walked to the tavern, where he would remain hidden until the very end. He should have told Lia while he had the chance, should have let her know how much she meant to him. The regret he felt about not being able to talk to Reyna should have taught him not to wait to say what was in his heart. But shame for the way he’d lived for the past nine years had prevented him from saying three important words to Lia.
And now it was too late.
Chapter Thirty-six
Krelis slid his knife in and out of its sheath. He liked the rhythm.
Almost time to teach that Shalador bastard what happens to anyone foolish enough to defy Hayll.
The knife slipped in and out, faster and faster.
Maybe he’d have the Black Widow bitch’s legs tied apart and let her compare the rhythm of both of his knives.
She’d scream. Oh, how she’d scream.
Maybe he’d make the little bitch-Queen watch.
What did it matter that no one, including the Priestess he served, thought he was an honorable man anymore? He had something better than honor now.
He had power.
Chapter Thirty-seven
From his position at the tavern window, Jared saw Thera slip out of the Coach and dash for the nearest building.
What was she doing? he wondered as he watched her dart from building to building, moving up the street. If she had further instructions for Talon, why didn’t she send them on a psychic thread?
He shifted position to keep her in sight. Why was she heading east? The only things in that direction were the dance ring and the Sanctuary. She couldn’t reach either of those without trying to slip past the Hayllians. Even Thera wouldn’t be that foolish.
And why had she left Lia alone?
He looked in the other direction. He could just see the closed door of the Coach Thera and Lia had been using.
Jared hesitated a moment, then stepped outside. He looked east.
Thera had vanished.
He looked at the Coach.
He shouldn’t be out here. But surely they had a minute left, didn’t they? A minute to check on Lia, make sure she was all right. A minute to silently tell her what he wouldn’t say out loud now because he didn’t want to distract her.
He took a step toward the Coach.
“Warlord!” Krelis’s Craft-enhanced voice thundered. “Your time’s up, Warlord!”
Jared looked longingly at the Coach before retreating into the tavern. He took a deep breath, let it out slowly. Took another. Following Thera’s terse, final instructions, he began to fill the psychic web with his Red strength. Slow and steady. No pulses of power that could overwhelm the non-Jeweled Blood in the web. Slow and steady.
Randolf. Blaed. Talon.
He used them as touchstones because they had been the last three added to the web and he could still recognize them. He used them because feeling Talon strongly through the web let him know the web was fully engaged.