Ghost in the Blood (The Ghosts)

by Moeller, Jonathan

  “Well?” said Halfdan, when he and Radast came face to face with Caina.

  “It’s over,” she said. “Jadriga’s dead. I…caught her off guard, and knocked her into the pit.”

  She did not think Halfdan would believe what had really happened.

  “Well done,” said Halfdan.

  Caina shook her head. “It was…” If it not for Lydia, the fight would have ended in her death, or worse. “It was a close thing.”

  “Was the crossbow useful?” said Radast.

  “Yes,” said Caina. She smiled. “In fact, I would say it was one of the defining variables of the equation. I’m sorry it was destroyed, though.”

  “Ah, well,” said Radast. “It gives me an excuse to build a better one.”

  “Basil!” Ark’s voice cut over the hubbub. Ark hobbled towards them, leaning on Tanya, Nicolai following. Ark was smiling.

  Caina had not seen that expression very often.

  “This is my wife, Tanya, and my son, Nicolai,” said Ark.

  “Madame,” said Halfdan. “It is good to finally meet you. You’re quite a hard woman to find, you know.”

  Tanya managed to smile. “It wasn’t on purpose, sir.”

  Halfdan patted Nicolai’s head. “Fine strong lad. The image of his father.”

  “Tribune!”

  Caina turned. The Legionaries helped dazed, bewildered slaves down the corridor, leading them to freedom. Four soldiers came forward, dragging two terrified-looking women between them.

  Vorena Chlorus and Messana Heliorus.

  “What do you want done with them, sir?” said one of the soldiers.

  “We’ve…we’ve done nothing wrong!” said Vorena. “Nothing, I swear, nothing…”

  “I saw you,” said Caina.

  Vorena flinched.

  “I saw you drive the dagger into your son’s heart,” said Caina. “I saw you drink his blood and use it to work your sorcery.”

  “You don’t understand,” whispered Vorena. “I only wanted to be strong. I only wanted to be free. I…”

  “Lady Vorena Chlorus and Lady Messana Heliorus,” said Hiram. “In the name of the Emperor, I charge you with supporting a traitor to the Empire,” he glanced at Icaraeus’s withered remains, “kidnapping and purchasing slaves, and the practice of illegal sorcery. The penalty for such crimes is usually death.”

  Messana began to weep.

  “Keep them in the barracks,” said Ducas.

  The Legionaries dragged the protesting noblewomen away. More slaves came out, led by the Legionaries, and Caina spotted Peter. He wandered down the corridor, eyes wide and frightened.

  “I’ll meet you back at the warehouse,” said Caina.

  Halfdan nodded and turned to Ducas. Caina walked to Peter and put her gloved hand on his shoulder. He looked up at her, blinking.

  “You came back,” he said.

  “I said I would,” said Caina. “Let’s get you home.”

  ###

  A few hours later she stood in the garden outside Zorgi’s Inn. Caina circled the Inn, found Zorgi’s window, and pounded on it with a knife handle. After a few moments the shutters rattled open.

  “What?” roared Zorgi, sticking his head into the night. “The common room is still open! You can…oh, Ghost. I am sorry. Did…did you find out anything else…”

  Caina pointed. “See for yourself.”

  Zorgi frowned, squinting into the darkness. Peter came forward, staring at his father. Zorgi’s jaw fell open, his eyes bulging.

  “Peter?” said Zorgi.

  “Papa?” said Peter.

  Zorgi roared in delight and sprang out the window with such force that he almost bowled Caina over. He caught up his son in his arms, laughing with delight. Katerine appeared at the window at moment later, her face going blank with shock. She went out the window, and would have fallen had Caina not caught her elbow. Katerine tore free and raced to her husband and son, laughing and weeping.

  “Thank you!” said Zorgi. “Thank you, Ghost! Thank you…Ghost?”

  But Caina had already withdrawn into the shadows.

  ###

  The next morning Basil Callenius, his daughter Anna, and his bodyguard Arlann (recently rejoined by his wife and son) returned to Zorgi’s Inn. Basil explained away their unexpected absence by citing the demands of business. A rather distracted Zorgi and Katerine let the story pass without comment. It seemed that their missing son had returned last night, and the city was in an uproar of the arrest of several wealthy noblewomen. While Basil offered hearty congratulations to Zorgi and Katerine, Caina slipped upstairs. She drew herself a bath, washed away the grime, blood, and sweat, and slept for the better part of three days.

  There were no dreams, only sleep.

  When she awoke, she was alone. Every muscle and joint ached from the battering she had taken, but she moved slowly through her forms until her limbs loosened up. She was thankful that Jadriga had been stopped, that Tanya and Nicolai and Ark had found each other again, that Zorgi and Katerine had found their son, that so many slaves had been freed out of the prisons below Black Angel Tower.

  Thankful that she was still alive.

  Thankful that she had not been twisted into a creature like Jadriga

  Afterwards, she took another hot bath, wrapped herself in a robe, and wandered into the sitting room. No one was around. No doubt Halfdan had more than enough to keep him busy. Some bread and cheese and sausage lay on the table, along with wine, and Caina realized that she was ravenous. She sat down and ate with a will.

  Nothing like escaping certain death to whet the appetite.

  The door opened, and Caina reached for the throwing knives strapped to her forearm. But it was only Tanya, wearing a new blue dress.

  “You’re awake,” said Tanya. “Halfdan thought you might sleep for a week.”

  “I thought I might,” said Caina, washing a mouthful of sausage down with some wine.

  Tanya hesitated.

  “What is it?” said Caina.

  “You really are a woman,” said Tanya. “I couldn’t believe it. Even your voice sounds different now.”

  “It is a useful trick,” said Caina, shifting into the rasping tones she used while masked. “Maybe I can teach it to you.” She gestured at the food. “Care to join me?”

  Tanya hesitated again, then nodded, and sat down. She looked nervous, and Caina realized what this was about.

  She did her very best not to laugh.

  “How are you?” said Caina.

  “Overwhelmed,” said Tanya. “I never thought I would see Arcion again. I never even thought I would see the sun again, or feel the wind on my face. I thought I would see my son die. I owe you everything.” She reached across the table and seized Caina’s hands. “Thank you.”

  “It wasn’t just me,” said Caina. “Halfdan and the other Ghosts helped. And Ark never stopped looking for you. Never.” She frowned. “Where is Ark? With that leg wound, he ought to be in bed.”

  “Halfdan went with Tribune Hiram…well, Lord Palaegus now, I should say,” said Tanya. “Arcion went with them, and he took Nicolai to see the city. Five years we’ve been in here, and he’s never seen the city.”

  Caina nodded, took another bite.

  “And I think you are too modest,” said Tanya. “Arcion has told me so much about you. He says he never would have found us if not for you. That you were cleverer than the devils themselves, that you were the bravest man or woman he had ever met. That you saved thousands of people in Rasadda, and that you saved thousands more here, and…and you saved his life…”

  “And so you came here,” said Caina, “to find out if Ark and I ever slept together.” Tanya flinched. “Except you feel grateful to me, so you can’t quite work up the nerve to ask.”

  Tanya sighed. “Arcion said that you can see things others can’t.”

  “This wasn’t hard,” said Caina. “Well? Do you want to know?”

  Tanya looked away, her pale cheeks reddening. �
�You are our deliverer. We owe you everything. I am ashamed even to ask.” She looked back. “But…did you?”

  Caina laughed. “Ark loves you, Tanya. He joined the Ghosts only to find you. You might have noticed that you and I look somewhat alike, at least superficially, and he hated me for it when we first met, because I reminded him of you, and that hurt him. I do love Ark. He is my brother, not by shared blood but by the blood we have shed together, both our own and our enemies. But, no. We never slept together.”

  “I feel foolish even for asking,” said Tanya. “Will you forgive me?”

  “Of course,” said Caina. She grinned. “If Ark is my brother…well, then, I suppose you are my sister. And should not sisters forgive one another?”

  Tanya blinked in surprise, and a delighted smile spread across her face. “I never had a sister.” Her smile faded. “Can I ask you another question?”

  Caina reached for a piece of cheese and nodded.

  “How did you defeat the Moroaica?” said Tanya. “I heard what you told Halfdan, that you surprised her and knocked her into the pit. But I couldn’t have happened that way. She was too strong. I saw her use her powers for years. Even if you surprised her, you couldn’t have killed her.”

  “I had help,” said Caina. “When I escaped from the caverns, I met the shade of Lydia Palaegus.”

  Tanya shivered. “Agria’s daughter?”

  Caina nodded. “She entered my mind, guided me from the caverns. When I fought Jadriga, Lydia stopped her from enslaving my mind.”

  “Why did her shade linger?” said Tanya. “For vengeance?”

  “No,” said Caina. “To stop Jadriga. To keep others from suffering what she had suffered.” She sighed. “I wish that I had met her in the flesh. She was a…valiant girl.”

  “She didn’t stay for vengeance upon her mother?” said Tanya.

  “She forgave her mother,” said Caina.

  Tanya blinked in astonishment. “She forgave her mother?”

  “I know,” said Caina. “Did Ark tell you why I became a Ghost?”

  “A…a little bit,” said Tanya. “He said something about your mother.”

  “If Lydia could forgive her mother,” said Caina, voice quiet, “then maybe I could learn to forgive mine. One day.”

  ###

  Later that day the door opened, and the new Lord Palaegus entered the room.

  Caina rose, smiled, and did a curtsy. “My lord.”

  “Please,” said Hiram with a grimace. “That grates upon me. And I suppose we are brother and sister now, at least in the brotherhood of the Ghosts. And in the Ghosts, you outrank me.” He smiled. “Though I shall never get used to the sight of you in proper women’s clothes. I shall always think of you as a specter draped in shadow.”

  Caina laughed. “Ark’s wife had much the same reaction. Now what can I do for you?”

  “I wished merely to thank you,” said Hiram.

  “For the lordship?”

  Hiram scowled. “Please. A hassle and a bother. And the title itself isn’t worth much. I’ll have to sell the mansion and almost all the property to meet Agria’s debts. I should have just enough money left over to buy myself a mug of Zorgi’s beer. I never aspired to my brother’s title. No. I wanted to thank you for finding the truth. I was sure that Agria had murdered Lydia and Martin, and I was just as sure that she would never pay for it.”

  “I think she regretted it, at the end,” said Caina, remembering the look of horror Agria had worn in her final moment. “Not that it matters very much.”

  “Perhaps not,” said Hiram. “But Martin and Lydia have justice now.”

  “She loved you,” said Caina, remembering. “Lydia did. A great deal.”

  “I know,” said Hiram, voice quiet.

  Caina made a decision. “Then you should have this.” She drew out the silver comb she had found in the caverns. “Here.”

  Hiram blinked, his hand closing around the comb. “This…this is Lydia’s. It was her favorite comb. She wore it almost every day. Where did you find it?”

  “When I escaped the vaults,” said Caina. “It seemed out of place so I took it. Later I thought it might be the sort of thing a young noble girl would wear, so…”

  “It is,” said Hiram. “Thank you. I had best go. Lord Governor Corbould has ordered the tunnels below the Citadel sealed. No one is to enter them ever again.”

  “Good. And look upon the lordship this way,” said Caina. “Tribunes are usually noble-born…but Legates have titles. And you’re a Ghost now, and we need eyes and ears in high places. I would be very surprised if you were not Legate of your own Legion within the year.”

  Hiram smiled. “I’ll look forward to it. Thank you.”

  ###

  A few days later Caina sat talking with Ark and Tanya. Nicolai squatted on the floor, playing with some of Caina’s tools. She had been teaching him to pick locks, to his father’s amusement and his mother’s mild concern.

  “I think,” said Ark, “that we will stay in Marsis.”

  Caina nodded. She had been expecting something like this.

  “Lord Palaegus arranged a job for me,” said Ark. “A smith, in one of the Imperial foundries supplying arms and armor for the Legions. The pay is good…and, well, I have a family to feed now.”

  Caina hid her smile. Ark had killed Naelon Icaraeus, and the Emperor would pay the bounty for the traitor’s head. Ark and Tanya were in for a very pleasant surprise in a few months.

  “Feeding your family is hard to do,” she said instead, “if you’re wandering from one end of the Empire to the other.”

  “I was looking for Tanya and Nicolai,” said Ark. He shrugged. “And now that I’ve found them…I’ll also need to find a profession for the boy. Smithing is a good life; hard work, but it pays well. And better than soldiering by far.”

  “And the Emperor needs eyes everywhere,” said Caina.

  Ark nodded.

  “Halfdan wants us to keep close watch over Marsis,” said Tanya.

  “Understandable,” said Caina. “Lord Icaraeus is dead, and we’ve killed most of his organization. But someone might try to take over and start anew.”

  “Not if we have anything to say about it,” said Tanya. “No one else should have to endure what we’ve endured.”

  “Jiri and Lord Palaegus will be the circlemasters,” said Ark. “With any luck, no slaver will ever set foot in Marsis ever again.”

  “What about you?” said Tanya. “Will you stay with us?”

  Caina shook her head. “No. I go where I am needed. In fact, I’ll be leaving in a few days for the Imperial capital. Apparently the Emperor himself wants to hear what happened from my own lips.”

  Tanya laughed. “No doubt he wants to reward you.”

  Ark snorted. “He’d better, considering that you killed Agria, Icaraeus, and Jadriga.”

  “You killed Icaraeus and Agria,” said Caina. “I just helped.”

  “Will we ever see you again?” said Tanya.

  “Yes,” said Caina. “I think you will.”

  She looked at the three of them, envious. That was something she would never know, to sit quietly with a husband and a child.

  But Caina had work to do. Tanya wasn’t the only one who wanted to keep something like this from ever happening again. There were more men like Icaraeus out there, and more men and women like Jadriga, corrupted their by sorcerous powers. They would commit atrocities, if left unchecked, rip apart more families the way they had torn apart Ark and Tanya and Nicolai.

  But not if Caina had anything to say about it.

  THE END

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  Caina saw the dead sorceress standing in the center of the room.

  The
woman was beautiful, radiant. She looked like a maiden of eighteen years, with long black hair and red lips. But that was only an illusion. She was the Moroaica, a sorceress of legend and terror, and her black eyes were ancient and cold with dark knowledge.

  And Caina had seen her die.

  The Moroaica stirred, those ancient eyes falling upon Caina.

  "No," said Caina. "You're dead. I killed you myself. I saw you die."

  The woman who had called herself Jadriga smiled. "Did you?"

  "I saw you die," said Caina, reaching for the dagger at her belt, "but if by some trick you have returned, then I will slay you again!"

  The smile on Jadriga's red lips widened.

  "Child," she said. "You should prepare yourself for what comes."

  The world dissolved into blackness.

  ###

  Caina awoke with a sharp gasp, dawn sunlight filling her eyes.

  She sat up, yanking a dagger from beneath her pillow, and looked around. Her room at Zorgi's Inn looked just as it had last night - the same soft bed, the same windows with a fine view of the ships filling Marsis's harbor. Caina looked back and forth, expecting to see Jadriga in the corner.

  But Caina was alone.

  A dream. It had been nothing more than a nightmare. Jadriga had been dead for two weeks, killed by the dark forces she sought to conjure below Black Angel Tower.

  Just a dream. Yet the uneasy feeling lingered. Dreams were the scars of the mind, Halfdan always said. And perhaps Jadriga had left more of a scar than Caina had thought.

  Caina pushed aside the blankets, rose, and began to stretch, her limbs moving through the exercises Akragas had taught her at the Vineyard years ago. She looped a rope to the beams of the ceiling and pulled herself up by the strength of her arms, over and over again. She stood balanced on her right leg, left foot raised to her jaw.