Im not worried about Iron Jaw. Tain, tell Teela to shut up and get the hell out of the way.
What, do I look stupid?
Usually.
Not that stupid. He grinned; the row of his perfect teeth had been chipped in one fight or another. When Kaylin had first been inducted into the Hawks, Tain was the only Barrani she could always recognize when he stood among a group of his own people because he had a visible flaw. His only flaw. Oh, I should warn you
Save it for later.
He shrugged, lazy and slow. Remember, Kaylin, I did try.
She was already past them, and she spent what little breath she had left cursing the fact that the damn halls were so long.
Old Iron Jaws desk was huddled in the center of about a dozen similar desks, and distinguishable only by the presence of the Leontine who occupied it. Well, by that and the long furrows hed dug there over the years when his claws did their automatic extension and raked through the surface of dense, heavy wood. This happened when he was annoyed, and the person who had annoyed him had the good fortune not to be close enough to bear the brunt of those claws instead.
For good reason, no one with brains got close to an angry Leontine. Iron Jawcalled Sergeant Marcus Kassan to his considerable facewas one of the very few who had managed to make it into the HawksLeontines were a tad on the possessive side, they didnt share space well, and they responded to an order as if it were a suicide wish and they were magic wands.
Iron Jaw, among his own people, would be called the Leontine word for kittenand its only equivalent in human speech was, as far as Kaylin could translate, Eunuch. No one used it in the Hawks.
He growled when he saw her. It was a low, extended growl and he didnt bother to open his mouth to make it.
She lifted her chin, exposing her neck in the universal gesture of submission. It was only half-fake. In spite of his legendary temper, his surliness and his habit of making the word martinet a hideous understatement, she liked him. Unlike most of the Barrani, whose lives were built on so many secrets and lies they were confounded by something as inelegant and boring as truth, Iron Jaw was exactly what he appeared to be.
And at the moment, that was pissed off.
He leaped over his desk, his shoulders hunching with a grace that belied his size, and landed in front of it, four inches from where Kaylin stood her ground. His eyes were wide and his breathwell, it was cats breath. Never a pleasant thing.
But she knew better than to run from a Leontine, even this one. He let his claws touch her throat and close around the very thin membrane of her skin.
Kaylin, he growled. You are making me look incompetent.
Sorry, she said, breathing very, very carefully.
Where were you?
Getting dressed.
The claws closed slightly.
There was no way around it; she told him the truth. I was with Clints wife, Sesti. Sesti of the Camaraan clan, she added, feeling an edged claw bite skin. Knowing that she bled, but only slightly. She had a difficult birthing, and I promised the midwives guild
He snarled. But he let his hands drop. You are not a midwife
I am
Youre a Hawk. But his fangs had receded behind the generous black curl of what might loosely be called lips were they on someone elses face. You used your power.
She said nothing for a minute. I couldnt do that. Its forbidden by the Hawklord. Which was more or less true. Well, more true. Kaylin was, as she was loath to admit, a tad special for an untrained human. She could do things that other human Hawks couldnt. Hell, that other humans couldnt. The Hawks knew about her, of course.
And the Hawklord? Better than any of them, he had his reasons for mistrusting the use of that power. But what the Hawklord didnt see, didnt hurt. As long as he didnt hear about it.
Well. Sesti will owe you. Which means Clint will pay. Marcus wouldnt tell the Hawklord. Not for something like this. Leontines had a strong understanding of debt, obligation and family. After a moment, his perpetual lack of blinking made her eyes water. How was the birth?
The babys fine. The mothers exhausted.
Was it a close thing?
She shuddered. Shed been late once or twice when the midwives had called herbut that was in the early years, and when shed clearly seen the cost, she had never been late again. They would have called it a miracle, in the Hawks, if she could make them believe it. Close enough. But theyll both pull through.
He shrugged, and leaned back against the desk. It actually groaned. More, Im certain, than can be said of you. The Hawklord is waiting. In his tower.
Could things be any worse?
She made the climb up the stairs unescorted, although guards flanked the closed doors on every landing. They nodded, and one or two that knew her well enough either shook their heads or smiled. They were almost all human or Aerian; the Barrani were trusted, but only to a point. On a good day, she might take the time to ask them what the Hawklord wanted.
This wasnt a good day.
She made the landing of the last set of stairs, stopped to catch her breath and shake her legs out and then straightened her shoulders, adjusting her sloppy belt. It was two notches too big, again. And she hadnt had time to punch a few extra holes.
Her hair was a flyaway mess, and her cheeks, she knew, would be a little too red for dignitybut she often had to choose between dignity and living another hour. She paused at the unattended door, and placed her palm against the golden symbol of the hawk that adorned its lower center. It was a tall door.
Magic trickled up her hand like a painful, frosty flicker. She hated it, and gritted her teeth as it passed through her skin. Of all the things she had had to learn to accept with grace, this was the hardest: to leave her palm there while magic roved and quested, seeking answers.
It was apparently satisfied; the doors began to swing open.
They opened into a round, domed room: the height of the Tower, and the face it showed to all but the most trusted of the Hawklords advisors. Given what she knew about the Hawklord, that that number was higher than zero should have come as a big surprise.
She bowed before the doors had fully opened. Because she wore the uniform of a Hawk, a bow was required. Had she worn any other uniform, shed probably have had to throw in a long grovel as well as a bit of scraping.
Kaylin Neya, the Hawklord said coldly.
She rose instantly.
Met his eyes. They were like gray stone, like the walls of the round room; they gave no impression of life, and they hinted at nothing but surface. His face, pale as ivory, heightened their unusual color; his hair, gray, fell beyond his back. He was not Barrani, but he might as well have been; he was tall, proud and very cold.
But his wings crested the rise of drawn hood, and they were white, their pinions folded. Hawklord. It was not because he was Aerian that he was Lord here.
Hawklord, she said.
His face grew more stonelike.
Lord Grammayre, she added.
I have been waiting for half of a day, Kaylin. Would you care to offer an explanation for the waste of my time to the Emperor?
Her shoulders fell about four inches, but she managed to keep her head up. No, sir.
He frowned, and then turned toward the distant curve of the shadowed room. In it, she saw a small well of light. And around that light, a man.
Some instinct made her reach for her daggers; they were utterly silent as they slid out of their sheaths. That had been a costly gift from a mage on Elani Street whod had a little bit of difficulty with a loan shark.
I have, however, no intention of embarrassing the Hawks by allowing you to speak on their behalf. I have a mission for you, he added, and because of its nature, I wish you to take backup.
Great. She looked down at her boots, and the low edges of the one pair of pants she now owned that wasnt warzone material. Lord Grammayre
That was not, of course, a request. He held out a hand in command, but not to her. I would like to introduce you to one of your partners. You may recognize him; you may not. He has been seconded from the Wolves. Severn?
She almost didnt hear the words; they made no sense.
Because across the round rooma room that now seemed to have no ceiling, her vision had grown so focuseda man stepped into the suns light.
A man she recognized, although she hadnt seen him for years. For seven years.
In utter silence, she threw the first dagger, and hit the ground running.
He wasfast.
But hed always been fast. His own long knife was in the air before shed run half the distance that separated them; her thrown dagger glanced off it with a sonorous clang. Everything in the Hawks tower reverberated; there could be no hidden fights, here.
Hello,Kaylin.
She snarled. Words were lost; what remained was motion, movement, intent. She held the second dagger in her hand as she unsheathed the third; heard the Hawklords cold command at her back as if it were simple breeze in the open streets.
The open streets of the fiefs, almost a decade past.
His smile exposed teeth, the narrowing of eyes, the sudden tensing of shoulder and chest as he gathered motion, hoarding it.
Left hand out, she loosed a second dagger, and he parried it, but only barely. The third, she had at his chest before he could bring his knife down.
Too easy, she thought desperately. Too damn easy.
She looked up at his lazy smile and brought her dagger in.
Light blinded her. Light, it seemed, from the sound of his sudden curse, blinded him; they were driven apart by the invisible hands of the Hawklords power, and they were held fast, their feet inches above the ground.
Her eyes grew accustomed, by slow degree, to the darkness of the domed room.
I see, the Hawklord said quietly, that you know Severn. Severn, you failed to mention this in your interview.
Severn had always recovered quickly. I didnt recognize the name, he said, voice even, smile still draped across his face. He moved slowly, very slowly, and sheathed his long knife, waiting.
And she looked up at his face. He wasnt as tall as Tanner, and he wasnt as broad; he had the catlike grace of a young Leontine, and his hair was a burnished copper, something that reddened in caught light. But his eyes were the blue she remembered, cold blue, and if he had new scarsand he didthey hadnt changed his face enough to remove it from her memory.
Kaylin?
She said nothing for a long, long time. And given the tone of the Hawklords voice, it wasnt a wise expenditure of that time.
I know him, she said at last.
That has already been established. The Hawks lips turned up in a cold smile. You seldom attempt to kill a man for no reason in this tower. But not, he added, never.
She ignored the comment. Hes no Wolf, she told the man who ruled the Hawks in all their guises. I dont care what he told youhe doesnt serve the Wolflord.
He chose to ignore her use of the Lord of Wolves, her more colloquial title. Ah. And who does he serve, Kaylin?
One of the seven, she said, spitting to the side.
The seven?
She was dead tired of his word games. The fieflords, she said.
Ah. Severn?
I was a Wolf, he replied, as if this bored him. As if everything did. He ran a hand through his hair; it was just shy of regulation length. I served the Lord of Wolves. Each word emphasized and correct.
Youre lying.
Ask the Lord of Hawks, he told her, with a shrug. Hes got the paperwork.
No, the Hawklord replied quietly, I dont.
Severn was silent, assessing the tone of the Hawklords words. After a moment, he shrugged again; the folds of his robes shifted, and Kaylin heard the distinct sound of cloth rubbing against leather. He was not entirely unarmored here.
Too bad.
I was a Shadow Wolf, he said at last.
For how long? She refused to be shocked. Refused to let his admission slow her down.
Years, he replied. Just that.
She didnt believe him. Hes lying.
I didnt say how many, he added softly. As if it were a game.
He is not lying, the Hawklord told her. Believe that when the unusual request for transfer between the Towers arrives, we check very carefully. When the man who requests the transfer is of the Shadows, our investigations are more thorough.
Thorough how?
We called in the Thaalani.
She froze. She had faced Thaalani before, but only once, and she had been thirteen years old at the time. She had sworn, then, that she would die before she let one touch her again. The Thaalani were an obscenity; they touched not fleshalthough that in and of itself caused her problemsbut thought, mind, heart, all the hidden things.
All the things that had to stay hidden if they were to be protected.
They were sometimes called Truthseekers. But it was a pal try word. Kaylin privately preferred rapist as the more accurate term.
He subjected himself to the Thaalani willingly, the Hawklord added.
And the Thaalani said he was telling the truth.
Indeed.
And what truth? What could he say that would make him worthy of the Hawks?
But the Hawklords patience had ebbed. Enough to satisfy the Lord of Hawks, he told her. Will you question me?
No. Not if she wanted to be a Hawk. Why? Why him?
Because, Kaylin, he is one of two men who understand the fiefs as well as you do.
She froze.
The other will be with us shortly.
After about ten minutes, the Hawklord let them go. Mostly. The barrier that held Kaylins arms to her side slowly thinned; she could move as if she were under water. Given that she was likely to try to kill Severn again the minute she got the chance, she tried hard not to resent the Hawklords caution.
Feel all better now that thats out of your system? Severn asked quietly.
She wanted to cut the lips off his face; it would ruin his smirk. No.
No?
Youre not dead.
He laughed and shook his head. You havent changed a bit, have you Elianne?
Tell him to let us go and you can find that out for yourself.
I doubt the Lord of Hawks would take the orders of a former Shadow Wolf. Although given your tardiness and his apparent acceptance of it, hes a damn site more tolerant than the Lord of Wolves was.