There were other buildings with towers as high, but they were in the heart of the fiefs, where even Kaylin had not ventured. Not often. They were old, and had about them not splendor but menace; they spoke of death, and the wind that whistled near those heights spoke not of flight but of falling.
She shook herself. Severn was watchinginasmuch as he could, given the rough ride.
The fiefs, he said. Not a question.
She swallowed and nodded. The years stretched out between them. Death was there, as well. In the end, Severn looked awaybut he had to; the carriage had tipped again.
There was so much she wanted to know. And so much she was afraid to ask. Shed never been good with words at times like these; they were awkward instead of profound, and they were almost always barbed.
Instead, she tried not to lose the food she hadnt had.
Remind me, he said when the carriage began to slow, never to let Teela drive again.
She tried to smile. As if, she told him, youll need a reminder. Her legs felt like liquid.
He had the grace not to ask her how she was; he had the sense not to ask her if she would be all right. But as the carriage came to a halt in front of tall, stone pillars carved in the likeness of a Barrani Lord and Lady, he opened the door that was nearest him. He slid out, dragging his feet a few steps, and then righted himself.
She closed her eyes.
His hand touched her arm. Kaylin, he said quietly. Come.
She nodded, biting her lip as she opened her eyes and met his gaze. The pillars were perfect in every aspect; Barrani writ large, like monumental gods, the falling folds of their robes embroidered with veins of gold and precious stones. They dwarfed her. They made her feel ungainly, short, squatand very, very underdressed.
But Severn wasnt Barrani. He didnt notice.
He offered her the stability of his arm and his shoulder, and she let him. The sun cast his shadow across her like a bower.
Teela jumped down from the drivers seat, and rearranged the fall of her emerald skirts until the gold there caught light and reflected it, suggesting forest floor; the skirts were wide and long, far too long for someone Kaylins height.
Teela spoke a few words to the horses, low words that had some of the sound of Barrani in them, but none of the actual words. The horses, foaming, quieted. Their nostrils were wide enough to fit fists in.
Dont speak, Teela told Kaylin quietly as she left the horses and approached. She didnt seem to feel the need to offer the same warning to Severn.
Kaylin nodded. Speech, given the state of her stomach, was not something to which she aspired. She took a few hesitant steps, and mindful of the facade of the building that was recessed behind those columns, stopped. She had once seen a cathedral that was smaller than this. It had been rounder; the Barrani building favored flat surfaces, rather than obvious domes. But it was, to her eye, a single piece of stone, and trellises with startling purple flowers trailed down its face. A fountain stood between two open archways, and water trickled from the stone curve of an artfully held vase. The statue that carried the vase seemed a perfect alabaster woman, half-naked, her feet immersed.
She looked almost lifelike.
And Kaylin had seen statues come to life before, in the halls of Castle Nightshade.
Kaylin, Teela said, the syllables like little stilettos, what are you doing?
Staring, she murmured. Half-afraid, now that she was here. It was almost like being in a foreign country. She had never ventured to this part of Elantra before. Would not, in fact, have been given permission to come had she begged on hands and knees.
Standing here, she knew why; she did not belong on this path. Unnoticed until that thought, she looked at what lay beneath her feet. She had thought it stone, but could see now that it was softer than that. Like moss, like something too perfect to be grass, it did not take the impression of her heavyand scuffedboots.
Teela jabbed her ribs. We dont have time, she whispered. It was the most Teela-like thing shed done since Kaylin entered the Hawklords tower, and the familiarity of the annoyed gesture was comforting. And painful; the Barrani had bony hands.
She swallowed and nodded, and Teela, grabbing her by the hand, began to stride toward the left arch.
It was work just to keep up. Kaylin stumbled. Her legs still hadnt recovered from the ride. But she had just enough dignity that she managed to trot alongside the taller Barrani noble. Severn walked by her side with ease and a quiet caution that spoke of danger.
She noticed, then, that he wore a length of chain wrapped round his waist, the blade at one end tucked out of sight. He had not unwound it, of course; he wasnt a fool. There were no obvious guards at either arch, no obvious observers, but Kaylin had a suspicion that Teela would have taken it upon herself to break his arms if he tried.
Kaylin wanted to marvel at the architecture, and buildings rarely had that effect on her. She wanted to see Aerians sweeping the heights above, and Leontines prowling around the pillars that were placed beneath those heights, as if they held up not only ceiling but sky. She wanted to stop a moment to look atto touchthe plants that grew up from the stone, as if stone were mooring.
But she did none of these things. Beauty was a luxury. Time was a luxury. She was used to living without.
A large halleverything was large, as if this were designed for giantsopened up to the right. Teela, cursing in Elantran, walked faster. Kaylins feet skipped above the ground as she dangled.
She saw her reflection in marble, and again in glass; she saw her reflection in gold and silver, all of them distorted ghosts. She couldnt help herself; Teela kept her moving, regardless.
There were candles above which flames danced; nothing melted. There were pools of still water, and the brilliant hue of small fish added startling life to their clarity. Too much to see.
And then there were doors, not arches, and the doors were tall. There were two, and each bore a symbol.
Her natural dislike of magic asserted itself as Teela let her go. But Teela stepped forward, and Teela placed her palms flat against the symbols. The doors swung wide, and without looking, Teela grabbed Kaylin and dragged her across the threshold.
She didnt even see the doors swing shut. She saw Severn skirt them as they moved, that was all. She had scant time to notice the room theyd entered.
It was an antechamber of some sort. There were chairs in it, if that was even the right word. They seemed more like trees, to Kaylins untutored eyes, and branches rose up from their base, twisting and bearing bright fruit.
These, Teela passed.
They had walked a city block, or two, in Kaylins estimation; everything was sparse and empty.
The chamber passed by, and they entered one long hall. This was older stone, and harsher. It was rough. There were no plants here, and no flowers, no gilded mirrors and no pools. Weapons adorned the walls instead; weapons and torch sconces of gleaming brass.
But the weapons were fine, and their hilts were jeweled. If the gems were cold, they added the fire of color to the hall itself. Dont touch anything, Teela said in curt Elantran.
At the end of this hall was a single door. Kaylin stopped walking then. Teela didnt.
But the weapons were fine, and their hilts were jeweled. If the gems were cold, they added the fire of color to the hall itself. Dont touch anything, Teela said in curt Elantran.
At the end of this hall was a single door. Kaylin stopped walking then. Teela didnt.
Kaylin? Severn asked. It was hard for him not to notice that her feet were now firmly planted to the floor.
The door She looked up at him, trying not to struggle against Teelas grip. She hated to lose, even now. Animal instinct made it hard; she did not want to pass through that door.
Teela, Severn said, curt and loud.
Kaylins ineffectual struggle hadnt actually garnered the Barranis attention; Severns bark did. She stopped walking and looked back at him.
Kaylins gaze bounced between them a couple of times, like a die in a random game of chance. The door, she said at last, when she came up sapphires. Teelas eyes.
Teela frowned, and those eyes narrowed. But she asked no further question. Instead, she turned to look at the door. It was a Hawks gaze, and it transformed her face.
Her cursing transformed her voice. It was short, but it lingered. Step back, she said. She turned back down the hall and dragged a polearm from the wall. It was a halberd.
Farther back, she added as she readied the haft. Severn caught Kaylin by the shoulders, frowned, and then lifted her off her feet. He ran back the way theyd come, leaving Teela behind. Kaylin could hear his heart. Could almost feel it, even though he wore armor. Funny thing, that.
What are you
Teela threw the halberd. It wasnt a damn spear; it shouldnt have traveled like one. But it did.
The door exploded. It shattered, wooden shards the size of stakes blowing out in a circle. The halberds blade shattered as well, and a blue flame burned in its wake.
Without a pause, Teela grabbed another weapon from the wall. It was a pike. She set its end against the floor and stood there, hand on hip, as if she were in the drill circle in the courtyard of the Halls of Law.
Whats it look like now? she asked Kaylin.
Severn set her down gently, but he did not let go of her.
It looks like a bloody big hole, Kaylin replied.
A scary hole?
Could you be more patronizing?
With effort.
Dont bother.
The fleeting smile transformed Teelas expression. It was grim, and it didnt last long. Good spotting, she said, as if this were an everyday occurrence.
Dont you think someones going to be a bit upset?
Oh, probably. She didnt put the pike down. Look at what it did to the frame. Her whistle was pure Hawk.
The stone frame that had held the door and its hinges looked like a standing crater. The roof was pocked.
What was that?
Teela shrugged. A warning.
A warning?
Of a sort. I imagine it was meant to be a permanent warning. She seemed to relax then. Which means we still have some time. Then, thinking the better of it, she added, But not much. Dont gawk.
That was Teela all over. Any other Hawk would have had the sense to ask Kaylin why shed hesitated to go near the door. To Teela, the answer wasnt important. Which was good. Kaylin herself had no idea why, and extemporizing about anything that wasnt illegal betting was beyond her meager skills.
Welcome, Teela added, her voice so thick with sarcasm it was a wonder words could wedge themselves through, to the High Court. And taking the pike off the ground, holding it like she would the staff that was her favored weapon, she walked through the wreckage of the door.
Kaylin noted that Severn did not draw a weapon. And did not let go of her shoulder. They followed in Teelas wake.
There were no other traps. Or rather, no magical ones. Teela led them through another series of rooms and past two halls, and finally stopped in front of a curtained arch.
Here, she said quietly. There will be guards. She paused, and then added, Theyre mine.
Which made no sense.
In service to my line, Teela told her, as if this would somehow explain everything. Loyal?
The muttered humans was answer enough. Teela pushed the curtains aside and entered the room. It was much larger than it looked through fabric.
There were chairs here, kin to the great chairs shed seen in the large room, but smaller and paler in color. There was a still pond to the side of the room, adorned by rocks that glistened with falling water. Except that there wasnt any.
There was a table, but it was small; a mirror, but it, too, was modest.
Beyond all of these things was a large bed, a circular bed that wasyescanopied. Golden gauze had been drawn, but it was translucent. She could see that someone lay there.
By the bed were four guards. They were dressed in something that should have been armor, but it was too ornate, too oddly shaped. Master artisans would have either wept or dis-dained such ostentation. Teela tapped the ground with the haft of the pike.
As one, the four men looked to her.
This, Teela said, nodding to Kaylin, is my kyuthe. She honors us by her presence.
Kaylin frowned. The word was obviously Barrani; it was stilted enough in delivery that it had to be High Barrani. But she didnt recognize it.
The guards looked at her. Two pairs of eyes widened slightly, and without thinking, Kaylin lifted a hand to cover her cheek. It was the first time she had remembered it since Severn had helped her out of the death trap that was otherwise known as a carriage.
Yes, Teela said, her grip on her weapon tightening. She bears the mark of the outcaste. Even so, you will not challenge me.
There was silence. A lot of it. And stillness. But it was the stillness of the hunter in the long grass of the plains.
Kaylin started to move, and Severn caught her arm in a bruising grip. He had not moved anything but his hand. But she met his eyes, and if human eyes didnt change color, if they didnt darken or brighten at the whim of mood, they still told the whole of a story if you knew the language.
Seven years of absence had never deprived her of what was almost her mother tongue. She froze, now part of him, and then turned only her face to observe Teela.
The Barrani Hawk was waiting.
Kaylin couldnt see her feet, and wanted to. Shed learned, over the years, that Teela adopted different stances for different situations, and you could tell by how she placed her feet what she expected the outcome to be.
But you couldnt hear it; she was Barrani, and almost silent in her movements. She looked oddly like Severnwaiting, watchful. She did not tense, and the only hint of threat was in the color of her eyes.
But it was mirrored in the eyes of these four.
Hers, shed called them. Kaylin had to wonder if Teelas grasp on the subtleties of Elantran had slipped.
The room was a tableau. Even breathing seemed to be held in abeyance. Minutes passed.
And then Teela turned her head to nod at Kaylin.
One of the four men moved. His sword was a flash of blue light that made no sound. He was fast.
Teela was faster. She lowered the pike as he lunged, and raised it, clipping the underside of his ribs. Left ribs, center. The pike punctured armor, and blood replied, streaming down the haft of the weaponand down the lips of the guard.