Araneae Nation: The Complete Collection

by Hailey Edwards

  With our new allies readied and Hishima’s body cooling, I was eager to leave this place.

  “Can you lead us out?” I asked Murdoch. I no longer trusted myself to know the way.

  He inhaled. “Stay close in case there are other nasty surprises ahead.”

  Bram stepped to my side. “I’ll keep an eye on her.”

  “I’ve seen how well you watch things.” Murdoch scoffed, “I’ll watch her myself.”

  “No. You go ahead.” I gave Bram a faint smile. “I’ll stay with him.”

  “Are you sure?” Murdoch glanced between us.

  I didn’t trust myself to say more.

  “We expect to be paid in two weeks’ time,” Zuri informed us, hand on her hip.

  “We best get moving then.” I walked ahead to keep from saying something I might regret.

  Good as his word, Bram stuck to my side. He kept his own council, which suited me fine.

  Though I had been groomed to become the Segestriidae maven, I had left that dream behind me when I fled Hishima. I knew the intricacies of our clan’s standing alliances, knew the state of our coffers, knew that as long as the caverns could be reclaimed, my people had hope of survival.

  Our buildings were made of crystal. Though our furniture and clothing, most personal items, would be cinders, the houses themselves might yet be inhabitable. After a cleaning and repairs, it might be possible for us to reclaim entire blocks. Even the manor, with its gleaming walls, might yet prove salvageable. I knew where our gold was kept. I was one of three—two now—who did.

  “You shouldn’t hold a grudge.”

  So lost was I in my thoughts, I started at the sound of Bram’s voice.

  I was in no mood to hear his lecture. “Afraid my arms will tire?”

  He laughed loud enough to draw Murdoch’s attention to us.

  “He is the sort of male who can’t see beyond the vows he makes. His maven at the time told him the cure was to remain a secret. He didn’t ask if that was wise, but accepted she felt it was, so it must be so.” He paused when our conversation perked too many ears. “The cure was stumbled across, not developed. What Mana discovered, she did by accident. Surely you can appreciate the need for testing such a tenuous cure. Why spread word the plague was defeated when that might not be the case? Why raise hopes only to dash them if the cure fails during its next trial? Or, as is my personal concern, if the cure is certified but can’t be put to use because of limited resources?”

  “Why are you defending him?” It seemed an odd thing for Bram to do.

  “You and I, we have each lost those most dear to us to the plague.” His laughter was sad. “If I had one more day with my…with any of them…I would bless the gods from dusk until dawn. I would run through the streets shouting benedictions. But those things will never come to pass. It is too late for me. I have lost too much. Your scars, they are not carved as deep as mine. You can start fresh.” He jerked his chin toward Murdoch. “You can marry for love, or the promise of it.”

  Marry for love? After seeing the devastation of that choice? I feared I lacked the stomach for love. “Or I can decide not to wed and focus my attention where it’s needed, on my clan’s future.”

  “I suppose that is an option.” He pursed his lips. “There is the small matter of the protection your clan lacks. I assume recommending my own people would be a wasted breath. Who is left?”

  “The Mimetidae.” I saw where he was going. “In case you haven’t noticed, Isolde’s sons are both married, both quite happy from what I’ve heard. That means unless I wed Isolde herself…”

  Bram’s snorted laughter echoed around us. “That I would pay to see.”

  I sighed. “I’m sure you wouldn’t be alone.”

  “Think on what I said.” He awkwardly patted my back. “I am sorry for your loss.”

  “So am I.” On impulse, I embraced him. Two lost souls and one moment of perfect kinship.

  To my surprise, he hugged me back hard. “Rest well.”

  “I doubt it.” I released him.

  “As do I.” He smoothed a hand down his shirt. “I’ve heard it’s the thought that counts.”

  “Then your tally stands one taller tonight.” With that, I watched Bram go to chase sleep.

  Awareness made my skin flush. I knew of the silent presence at my back before I turned.

  “Will you join me?” Murdoch kept a careful distance from me.

  “I don’t much see the point.” I stared after Lailah. “Our bedroll is taken.”

  “Will you spend the night with Bram?” His tone was cool, serious. “You can’t be alone.”

  I covered a yawn. “Alone is what I wish to be most in this world.”

  “Alone is a reprieve a maven won’t often enjoy.” For once, he placed no mocking emphasis on the title hung around my neck. “I can offer the illusion of solitude, if you don’t mind sharing.”

  “Why not?” He made it clear I had two choices. Either I spent the night with him, or I whiled away hours with Bram in morose conversation. “Where do you intend to manifest this illusion?”

  “Just there.” He pointed ahead to no particular place.

  “All right.” I set out in the direction he indicated. He kept two steps behind me, offering me no instruction. When the rustle of our wayward group faded to a low murmur, I shrugged, glad to be free of their prying eyes and good intentions. Ahead, the path narrowed. A crevice to my left drew my attention. Voices carried through the crack. I glanced at Murdoch. He sucked in his gut and slid between the rocks. Turning sideways, I fit easier than he did. Still, my shoulders and hips scraped. Once I banged my forehead, and Murdoch’s lusty cursing told me he faired just as well. A particularly sharp rock sliced open my arm, and blood warmed my skin, reminding me of what carnage a few drops of blood invited when so near a harbinger. “As much as I’ve enjoyed this—”

  “It’s farther than I thought.” He grunted. “It looked closer from above.”

  Unsure what he meant, I measured the distance back to the path. “Maybe we should…”

  “There.” He caught my hand, and I ignored the warmth in his touch. “Do you see them?”

  Squeezing from between the rocks, I stumbled onto a broad ledge and braced myself.

  I peered over the edge and breathed, “May the two gods be merciful.”

  Below us, gathered in a tight circle, children nestled at its center, were my clansmen. Armed they were, with pickaxes and knives that had previously butchered only fruit. Some bore swords plucked from risers, and a few carried gorgeous ornamental blades that had not seen action aside from their forging since the day their crystals had been mined from this very cavern. I was awed.

  Pride welled in my chest, flushed my heart to bursting, pumped blood into my weary limbs. If I had been nearer, I would have gathered them to me and kissed every sooty cheek and blessed each child that slept in its mother’s arms. Forget illusion. Forget solitude. They were real. Alive.

  Each soul sparkled with the facets of cut crystals to my eyes, their value immeasurable.

  Never before had this cavern produced such riches.

  It was then I realized Murdoch still held my hand. “How did you know I needed this?”

  His thumb rubbed deep circles into my hand. “You won’t sleep tonight, I expect. I doubt any of us will. I thought perhaps your mind might rest if you watched over them until dawn.”

  “I’d like that.” I looked him in the eyes for the first time since arriving. “Very much.”

  He sat with his back against the crevice, his legs outstretched. He patted the dust beside him. “Rock is as soft a bed as we’ll have until reaching the forest. At least then we’ll have pine straw.”

  “I don’t mind.” It was a minor physical ache compared to the spiritual pain engulfing me.

  From my quick survey of the survivors, I had not spotted my uncle Ghubari. Surely he must be there. Fate would not be so cruel as to steal from me the one relative I had left, or so I prayed.<
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  “What will you do?” He stared ahead, not at me, which made answering easier.

  “I will go to Cathis. We will present Lailah to Vaughn. Between the Deinopidae and myself, I think we can paint a clear picture of the plague. How the Necrita are using it—or causing it.” It chilled me to add, “Due to my…circumstances…I must have a paladin or maven to acknowledge me as the Segestriidae maven in order to be recognized by the other clans. Two would be better.”

  “You’re thinking of asking Mana?”

  “I am.” Though it was a large favor to ask, I had few options.

  He was quiet a moment. “It would be a stronger endorsement if you asked Vaughn instead.”

  “Mana told me she is not well-loved among your people. In time, I believe that will change. People fear the unknown, and even among her birth clan the spirit walkers are revered more than understood.” My resolve hardened. “If she is to be respected, then Vaughn must allow her to act. I will go to her, plead my case and ask for her endorsement. If he wishes to add his, then I won’t deny it would be welcome, but her word and mine will bolster one another. For her clan, she will gain an ally even her husband could not win. For my clan, they get someone perhaps not the best suited to the job, but someone with their best interests at heart, who will fight to keep them safe.”

  Murdoch rested his head against the wall. “I see why Isolde took such an interest in you.”

  “I get the feeling she takes an interest in anyone who can further her agendas.”

  A fond smile played about his lips. “I won’t deny the truth of that.”

  “Since you trust Isolde and she trusts Bram and I trust you, I suppose it would be prudent to trust his council as well.” I picked grit from my palms. “Bram is overly fond of giving advice.”

  “He’s fond of hearing himself talk.” Murdoch cracked his eyes open. “What did he say?”

  I picked dirt from under my nails. “He explained why the cure must be kept secret for now.”

  He leaned forward, bracing his forearms on his knees. “Does that mean I’m forgiven?”

  “You could have told me.” Understanding why didn’t erase the hurt that he hadn’t.

  His answer was far too honest. “You had too many secrets.”

  “Yours was larger than mine.”

  His eyebrows climbed. “Do you want to bring size into this?”

  “No.” I blushed furiously. “I suppose not.”

  “I am sorry I withheld hope that might have sustained you.” He drummed his fingers against his kneecaps. “I have concerns not only for Mana’s safety, but the safety of her birth clan, who I fear may be in grave danger once word of a cure is leaked. They are farmers. They have no skill at arms and no will for battle. Mana negotiated protection for them with Isolde. It was part of her marriage agreement.” He shook his head. “I think she paid too high a price for his hand myself.”

  “Wait—Mana negotiated with Isolde to marry Vaughn?” My jaw dropped.

  “She did. I was there. Isolde wouldn’t let them out of their cell in the grotto until—”

  My voice climbed. “They were kept in a cell until they agreed to marry?”

  He cringed. “I could have framed that better.”

  “You’re fine.” I patted his knee. “I think it’s best if I don’t know.”

  “I’m going to lie down a while,” Murdoch said, shifting closer, “give my tailbone a rest.”

  With his arms behind his head, his chest made a tempting pillow. “I think I will too.”

  Curled beside him as I had so many nights before, I let the day’s horrors scour my heart.

  Despite my best intentions, I drifted into a dreamscape rimmed in fire and painted in blood.

  Chapter 14

  Morning brought chaos yapping on its heels. Although my clansmen were eager to welcome help, they were wary of me. Learning of Hishima’s death had unnerved them. If they discovered he had met his end at my urging, they would not have forgiven me. But if I had allowed Lailah’s slaughter of Murdoch or Bram, I would never have forgiven myself. His murder was not the only pall hanging over our procession. During my absence, he must have whispered tales in their ears, for no one gave me their backs. I might as well have carried the plague for their avoidance of me.

  If they were skittish of me, they were downright terrified of Lailah. That same fear extended to Murdoch and Bram. Zuri they were familiar with, though they avoided her and the guards too. Supplies were scarce. Conversation stilted. People spooked at shadows. Tussles broke out often.

  If I despaired at the absence of my uncle, I rejoiced to hear rumors of a second group of our clansmen who escaped up the mountain on the far side of the city rather than trek the caverns.

  Once in Cathis, I would borrow Mimetidae resources to see them found and returned safely.

  I owed them that. They deserved to know their maven had not abandoned them.

  Nights were quiet except for the rumble of stomachs. Murdoch gave his shares to the others. His stomach complained the loudest of all, perhaps because I spent my nights asleep beside him.

  It was a long, hard journey out of the mountain.

  The first afternoon after reaching the tunnel’s end, we sat in wait and watched for ambush. It was torture to see bushes laden with berries we might eat, to hear the rustle of game in the brush or the rush of a nearby stream where we might wet our parched throats. When night fell, we kept guard, sleeping in shifts. Once morning came, we rallied our nerves to abandon the cave that had sheltered us so well. Out there, the trees were our sole protection from cruel harbingers in flight.

  That first trembling step was worst for us all, but we were eager to take it.

  Fresh air and sunlight bolstered our spirits. Some of the bolder children chased one another. Males began to walk with more confidence and females with more surety. I even heard laughter.

  Best of all, with access to the Mimetidae’s forests came access to their bountiful streams.

  In the span of a half hour, the Deinopidae gathered enough salmo to feed our starving group to bursting. Such was their skill with net and spear. The cleaning and the cooking, that took time. More than a few ate their meal raw. They reminded me of eager ursus perched at a fat salmo run.

  After I witnessed Hishima’s death… No. I had no stomach for pink meat.

  Hours later, with bellies full and thirst quenched, we set our tired feet on the path to Cathis.

  Dusk found us in the field where Murdoch and Lleu had danced with the harbinger. Never in my life had I expected those white gates to appear as welcoming to me as they did this day.

  “Mother…” a small voice quavered near my elbow, “…are those…bones?”

  “It’s carved wood,” Murdoch answered the child. “The gate faces east. The sun fades paints as fast as we apply it, so we don’t.” When the boy appeared unconvinced, Murdoch sighed. “Can you name an animal with bones as tall? Varanus are hulking beasts, and their legs are too short.”

  The boy worried his lip before deciding Murdoch must be right. “Will your clan…eat me?”

  “Hush, now,” his mother scolded.

  “The boy’s fine.” Murdoch chuckled, then asked him, “I haven’t harmed you, have I?”

  “No.” He clutched his mother’s hand. “But my brother says because I’m small, I’m tender.”

  “If he were going to eat you, he would have by now.” Bram’s appearance startled me.

  The boy’s face crumpled at Bram’s rebuke, so I gave my own. “There’s no need to be rude.”

  “I’m afraid there is.” He grasped my wrist and twisted it behind my back.

  “What are you doing?” I struggled, but a Deinopidae male stepped forward to shackle me. A muffled grunt sent another of their guards sprawling in the dirt at my feet. I twisted. “Murdoch?”

  Two guards flung a net over him and two more leapt onto his back. He struggled all the way down, entangling himself in the net with them, but in the end their numb
ers and skill bested him.

  “By order of Isolde of the Mimetidae, Lady Isolde to those who don’t value their lives, I am honor bound to bring you two before Paladin Vaughn to face justice.” Bram tied a short length of rope to the knots at my wrists. “Forgive me, Maven Kaidi. This is not a task I relish, but a duty I must perform nonetheless.”

  “Traitor,” I hurled at him. I took no pleasure from his flinch.

  “I’ve been called that and worse.” He shrugged. “You are no one to judge me. If I were of a mind to point out what deeds of yours brought you here, you might see we share the distinction.”

  I held my head high. “Take me to Vaughn.”

  “Maven?” The mother tucked her son behind her skirts. “Should I get someone?”

  Her hesitance in asking told me she knew as well as I did there was no one to intervene.

  “It’s all right. You’re safe here.” I hoped my smile bolstered her courage. “I have matters to discuss with the paladin and maven. I’m sure Bram can see that you’re given food, water, a place to rest until I return.” Her nod was less than reassuring. “All will be well. I promise. You’ll see.”

  As we approached the gate, Bram walked to the head of our procession. He ignored the calls of the guards who demanded to know by whose authority was Murdoch trussed and dragged as a criminal. Bram was quick to throw around Isolde’s name and dared the others to challenge him.

  No one did.

  The night Murdoch and I stole away from Cathis, it seemed to me forever stretched between the Tower Square and the edge of the city. At Bram’s urging, it seemed we took one step and our heels clacked on the tower’s tile floor. Inside, he corralled us all in the empty council chambers.

  “Keep an eye on her.” Bram handed my rope off to Zuri. “This won’t take long.”

  “Payment always does,” she mused. “Make sure you bring Isolde’s purse when you return.”

  Almost as soon as he left, Bram reemerged with a black-haired Isolde dressed in a gown thin enough for summer nights but perhaps too thin to be worn publically. Her eyes were sharp, hard.