All right, I said. Our escape had been carefully planned. Ry would provide the initial explosion—Bel said he didn't know if he could control his blasts well enough. We didn't want to breach the hull of the ship—that would come later, just for show. The whole ship shook anyway with the force of Ry's blast. Cell doors popped open. Only a few remained locked. Nods' door was one of those.
I was out of my cube quickly and running down the hall. Tory, using the strength any High Demon possessed, ripped off spelled cuffs—they held no power against him. I was immune as well, and ripped my own cuffs off. Ry didn't need Tory's help to remove his; he'd been the one to spell the cuffs to begin with. I hadn't known that until Norian Keef let it slip earlier.
Bel, Hish and Max were all glad to get rid of their cuffs—I could see that easily enough when Ry released them with a power-filled gesture and they dropped to the floor with a metallic clunk. The six of us had gathered in a designated ship's corridor while ASD agents shouted and ran toward us—we had to make this escape look as real as possible. The agents were randomly firing laser pistols at us, too, causing pieces of the ceiling and the walls to explode outward. I ducked as some of it came my way.
"Get us out of here!" Tory shouted at Ry. Ry didn't even blink as he folded all six of us away.
* * *
"The captured wizards were stronger than we anticipated," the Captain of the prison vessel declared in an interview. He was actually a mid-ranking ASD operative. The news vids were showing images of the blasted-out hull where all but one of the prisoners had escaped. That prisoner was shown as he was loaded into an armored vehicle before being driven to the local cell that awaited him.
"It is most fortunate that this particular prisoner did not escape—he is the reported gunman," the journalist noted. "As you can see, three ASD agents were killed during the escape." Norian watched the newsfeed—it had been a stroke of genius, finding three bodies to transport. None of his agents had been injured during the escape. The breach in the outer hull had been made by his own agents aboard ship, shortly before they reached port on Tulgalan. All on board were well away from the blast that created the hole in the side of the ship. Ry, Tory and the others had gotten away without mishap.
* * *
"Are you sure the compulsion will hold up?" Norian turned to Rigo, one of Lissa's vampire mates.
"Oh, yes. And no word will ever reach Mandil that we violated the treaty in that way. Nods will not reveal any secrets other than what he's told us already, after I placed compulsion to be truthful."
"Yes. I couldn't believe what came out of his mouth before you stepped in," Norian offered Rigo a grim smile. "The wizards who planted those lies in his mind were quite powerful, according to Lord Morphis." Norian turned back to the news on the vid-screen. Erland Morphis had also stated that no wizard or warlock could outdo an old vampire on compulsion. It was information Norian squirreled away. It might prove useful, someday.
* * *
"My Prince, we managed to escape with a little assistance." Bel indicated Ry, Tory and me with a quick gesture. "These were arrested with us and have agreed to help."
I was frightened that the Prince might recognize me, but I was dressed scruffily enough and Bel had nearly shaved my head again. Tory hugged me after my hair had been whacked off for the second time.
"What can these do for me?" The Prince sounded less than hopeful as he looked the three of us over.
"This one holds power greater than mine," Bel nodded toward Ry. "These two can provide shields than no wizard can crack." He pointed toward Tory and me. "If you stand with them, your protection will be assured."
"They can protect me in this way?" The Prince was intrigued and rose from his seat. Rich robes rustled about the Prince Royal of Mandil as he studied Tory and me thoughtfully, a finger tapping his lips as he considered us. I was grateful that none of his wizard guards were with him—the High Commander had called the Prince's wizards away to investigate an attack on the military station. All of them were loyal to the High Commander, of course, and left when the High Commander asked.
We'd created the diversion the High Commander was investigating, blowing out a section of the western wall surrounding the military facility. Ry had used just enough power to make the rogue wizards believe their current opposition was behind the attack—a few of the lesser-talented wizards still opposed the High Commander and his cronies. The High Commander had fooled the citizens, but other wizards were not so easily taken in.
"The boy will not be so easily noticed by the others," the Prince had stopped pacing and was now eyeing me carefully. I prayed he wouldn't see me as female.
"No, my Prince. He is quite useful, too. He can run errands and carry messages for you—he has experience in this area, along with toting sums. I understand he also has good cooking skills." Bel flashed a smile in my direction. I wanted to kick his shins.
"So, a late-night meal might be had, should one be required?" The Prince sat down, still keeping his eyes on me.
"The taller one can serve as a bodyguard to me and the others," Bel bowed slightly. "The wizard we will keep among us—he will stand in for Pell, who needs to go home to his wife. She is about to birth her first any day."
"Will the disguises hold?"
"Certainly, my Prince."
"Then it will be so. Boy, come. You will carry messages for me this afternoon." The Prince snapped his fingers at me. I went.
* * *
"Where did that come from?" There was no mistaking the contempt in his voice as the rogue wizard looked me over. The Prince's wizards had returned after checking the hole blown in the wall. At least one wizard was instructed to stay with the Prince at all times, unless the High Commander pulled him away. It was a ruse, to make the Prince believe he was being guarded. Neither the Prince nor I were fooled.
"I needed a boy to run messages and cook for me late at night when I am hungry," the Prince snapped. "It is such a chore to have my cook awakened when it is late."
"That is certainly true," the wizard agreed.
"I can only imagine that he will cook for my wizards as well." The Prince examined his fingernails. "Boy, send for my valet." He made a bored, shooing motion with his hands. If he were acting, he deserved an award, I think.
"Yes, my Prince." I bowed low, as required of one with little or no status.
"Scurry," the Prince waved a finger. I scurried.
* * *
"As required, my Prince." I'd brought the valet, who seemed less than enthusiastic.
"My nails need work, Alvis," the Prince held out a hand.
"I will see to it," Alvis settled next to the Prince, lifted a kit from a deep pocket inside his black robes and set to work. Alvis was used to this sort of thing, it appeared.
"If you do not need me," the wizard bowed slightly to the Prince Royal.
"No," the Prince sighed. "Feel free to amuse yourself." The wizard, dressed just as richly as the Prince, left the room quickly.
"Alvis, this one can shield us," the Prince grabbed my arm with his free hand and dragged me to his side. "How large is your shield, boy?" The Prince hissed.
"Fourteen hands or so, in every direction," I said, nearly breathless with shock.
"Enough for all of us, if needed," Alvis kept his head down, trimming the Prince's nails carefully.
"We just need warning before they make their attempt," the Prince muttered angrily. "Bel will do his best, as will the others, but we are treading dangerous ground, my friend."
"Your father would have died quickly, had he faced this," Alvis agreed softly. "He would have attacked these traitors and they would have killed him immediately. We must lower our heads to them, making them think we are feeble sheep."
"They are taking credit for destroying our enemy in the desert, when it was Bel and his Rangers who performed that magic for us," the Prince huffed. "Does the High Commander think I do not see through his lies?"
"His wizards are lazy," Alvis nodded. "They have ta
lent, yes. They do not have the stamina for the long road."
"Boy, what is your name?" The Prince turned to me.
"They call me Re," I replied.
"Re, this is Alvis, who once advised my father, the Prince Royal before me. Now he advises me, disguised as my valet. We have been setting ourselves against the High Commander and his drug-trafficking thieves for a long while, now. It is my hope that we win this battle, else we may all be dead and the High Commander will dance upon our graves."
"My Prince, I will work to see that does not happen." I bowed to him.
"Boy, I hope your shield works, we may have need of it," Alvis murmured without lifting his eyes from his task.
* * *
"Some of the old wizards are attacking the fields in the desert—I want you to go out and take care of that problem." The High Commander handed Bel his new assignment.
"Shouldn't be difficult," Bel replied casually. "Get your things together," he ordered the Rangers. Tory, too, lifted a pack to his shoulder.
"Where did that one come from?" The High Commander gestured toward Tory. He'd skipped right past Ry, who now resembled the absent Pell.
"Bodyguard—good with shields," Bel said. "Not much good with other spells, though."
"Good enough." The High Commander just wanted Bel and his Rangers to take care of the problem he was encountering in the desert—they were losing crops and it was nearing time for the harvest. If the few remaining wild wizards kept attacking the fields, the workers he'd sent out to tend the crops wouldn't go out to pick. They'd be too frightened. The High Commander needed as much drakus seed as he could raise. Their recent encounter with an unexpected enemy had devastated some of his fields. Sweeping aside his black robes, the High Commander stalked out of the meeting room, leaving Bel and the others to tend to business.
"Reah has mindspeech. Do either of you have that talent?" Bel swung his pack over a shoulder. Ry looked at Tory and then back at Bel, a huge grin on his face.
* * *
"I wish I had your talent, my friend. Someday, perhaps, you'll tell me how you came by it." Bel stood inside the walls of the outpost where he'd served with Commander Aris. He still had no idea what had happened to the man. He addressed Ry after Ry folded all of them to the outpost.
"Perhaps someday, I'll consider telling you where that talent came from. Is this where we're staying?" Ry studied their austere surroundings.
"For the night, at least." Bel, Hish and Max dropped their packs inside the barracks they'd used before. "Pick a bunk. We'll have to feed ourselves tonight. Some food—not much—is still inside the keepers."
* * *
"Tell me again why we didn't bring Reah with us?" Hish was doing his best to chew the meat they'd cooked.
"I think I should ask her to teach me a little of what she knows," Ry was cutting his meat into tiny pieces, hoping that would make it easier to consume.
"How do you know her, anyway?" Bel was curious.
"Reah is my mate," Tory was struggling to consume his dinner.
"You're joking." Bel almost dropped his fork.
"No. But she has two. I'm the second one."
"She's only nineteen."
"We know," Ry admitted. "Tory and the other one are recently mated to Reah."
"So, she wasn't just any conscript when she landed here," Hish said, cutting into his meat with difficulty.
"Well, she was at the time. Worked in a kitchen for the Alliance. It wasn't until she got back that the ASD latched onto her." Ry was about to give up on his dinner.
"So, she has us to thank for all that battle experience?" Max grinned.
"I believe that's true," Tory agreed.
"We have a cook where we're going—we'll stay in the largest village. You'll get a look at the drakus seed fields while you're there. The villagers the High Commander relocated spend most of their days pumping water for the plants." Bel gave Tory and Ry the information they needed. Ry had tiny cameras affixed to his clothing—nobody from Mandil would even think to look for them—the technology was beyond them. The Director and Vice-Director would be getting live feeds from Ry if he wore either of the two vests he'd brought with him.
"Who guards the fields at night?" Tory asked, sipping the wine he'd poured; they'd found a few bottles left behind after the evacuation.
"Pell is there—he sleeps during the day and guards at night. You'll take his place so he can go home to his wife," Bel nodded at Tory. "Mind you, I don't want any of the attacking wizards killed—we want to bring them in with us. We may need their help when the time comes. I figure the High Commander will wait until the harvest is done before making his move."
"What about the army?" Ry asked.
"Right now, the Station Commander is still loyal to the High Commander. Evlif Gorth is a reasonable man, though. I'm hoping that when the final push comes, he'll send his troops in the right direction. The High Commander hasn't done much to make Station Commander Gorth respect him." Bel shoved his plate away with a sigh and sipped his wine.
* * *
"She's no family of mine—I received the papers making that a fact not too long ago." Addah Desh was rude to Vice-Director Schaff.
"Then ponder this—let her identity slip, even in the slightest way possible, and you and I will have a discussion with the local magistrate over child labor law violations within your restaurants."
"What?" Addah Desh almost came out of his chair. His face was turning slightly purple, too. Lendill wondered if he might be forced to call Emergency Medical for assistance.
"I have all the records, Master Cook Desh. Your son did not pay her properly and worked her long hours from the age of eight. No child is to be employed in a service industry establishment that exists to bring in income—not under the age of fourteen. At age fourteen, that child is only allowed to work a maximum of three clicks per day. Your granddaughter was forced to work for six to eight clicks per night, depending upon which night. The money you sent to your son to pay her was funneled directly into his accounts and not paid out. Not in the proper manner, anyway. He may have slipped her a few credits now and then, but it would not have been sufficient. All his expenses are accounted for. No salary was paid to Reah Desh. She may as well have been a slave—he treated her as one. And beat her, as you know, whenever he was angry. A trait gained from his mother, don't you think?" Lendill toyed with the comp-vid under his hand—all the pertinent records were there if Addah Desh wished to see them. "Your granddaughter—your flesh and blood—and you allowed this to happen. What do you think will happen to your business if this is leaked to the media?"
"You're saying that Edan raped her mother—at Marzi's urging?"
"Yes, I have that confession on a vid chip. They were quite eager to blame the other, in an effort to reduce their own charges. And then Marzi paid the physician to slip a blood thinner into your youngest wife's medication—it appears that Raedah learned that the baby might have been Edan's and threatened to go to the constabulary after the birth of the child. Marzi didn't want to be implicated, and at the time, she was protecting your eighteen-year-old son. That is no longer the case. Marzi feels Edan has failed her, since you have cut them out of your will. You suspected this all along, didn't you, Master Desh?"
Addah Desh deflated. All his bluster and pompousness—gone. He hadn't realized he might be included in the charges, alongside Marzi and Edan. Fes was poised to take over Desh's number two, after Edan's arrest. Addah had no desire to lose business because Edan and Marzi had gotten caught. Now, he might be accused of knowledge of a crime, without reporting it. It could ruin the entire family.
"I should never have married Raedah. I knew Marzi was more jealous of her than any of the others." Addah sighed. "And then she died, leaving me with a motherless child to raise. I had the tests run, so I knew she wasn't mine. Yes, I had suspicions, but I chose to ignore them. I wasn't aware that Edan was harming the girl and not paying her. I swear I didn't know about that."
"Your grandda
ughter isn't a criminal. Someday, perhaps, you'll learn what she truly is." Lendill Schaff stood and lifted his coat.
"Word will not come from me or any of mine," Addah Desh voice sounded defeated.
"See that it doesn't—much depends on this," Lendill Schaff walked out the door.
* * *
"We haven't gotten drunk together in a long time." Norian looked at Lendill. They'd returned to Le-Ath Veronis and now sat in a bar in Casino City.
"True. What did Reah say about not saving me?" Lendill was half-drunk already.
"She said she'd think twice about saving your tight ass."
"She said my ass was tight?"
"Those were her words." Norian was beginning to slur his s's.
"You think she looked at my ass?"
"Well, that was the impression I had. I don't think she knows you well enough to speculate on your spending habits."
"I saw the vid—they cut her hair again."
"I know."
"She doesn't like that."
"It's the only way she'll pass as a boy."
"You didn't treat Lissa like this."
"I know." Norian tapped his glass so the bartender would give him a refill. "I just crawled right into her bed as the lion snake one night." Norian hiccupped.
"I wish I could do that."
"Lissa would have your head."
"I wasn't talking about Lissa."
* * *
"You'll sleep here." I was given a closet next to the royal suite. The Prince's bedroom was surrounded by those of his three wives. Guards stood outside his doors and I was going to sleep in a closet. A small cot had been brought in, but it didn't look comfortable. I'd had better at the military station. Clothing, too, had been brought—a young boy's clothing by the looks of it. Blue and gray, like the uniforms worn by the other servants. I hugged myself tightly as I sat on the edge of my cot, surrounded by my meager new wardrobe.
Auri? I sent. He was far away and unlikely to hear. It surprised me greatly when an answer came.
Reah? When did you gain mindspeech?
Yesterday, I returned.
Reah, you sound lost, love.
I am lost. Aurelius, they have me sleeping in a closet.
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