by Tim Waggoner
Diran turned to regard the Sea Scorpion commander, impressed anew by how perceptive she was. “Yes. Whether she’s hiding here in the hills or in Perhata, I’d hoped that she’d seek me out.”
The dark spirit Makala had inherited from Cathmore would bring forth the cruelest aspects of her nature, which alone would cause her to want him dead, but she’d also realize that now Diran wouldn’t rest until he had freed her from her dual curse—the vampire’s taint and her symbiosis with the dark spirit—and so in order to preserve her own life, she would have to end his.
“I take it that you haven’t seen her,” Asenka said.
Diran nodded. “And I don’t understand why.”
“I do. Somewhere inside her, maybe so deep that even she’s not aware of it, she still loves you.”
“And you know this because …?”
Asenka looked at him for a long moment before answering. “Because if I were in her position, I’d feel the same way.” She stood before Diran could respond. “Well, I’ll leave you and solitude alone with each other. Did you mean what you said to Ghaji, about returning to Perhata for dinner?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll see you then.” Asenka started to go.
Before she’d taken more than a few steps, Diran said, “There’s something else Tusya used to tell me.”
Asenka stopped and turned back to look at him. “What’s that?”
“‘Solitude’s all well and good at times, but it’s a damn poor conversationalist.’”
Asenka grinned then returned to sit on the rock next to Diran once more, and after sitting quietly for a time, they began to talk.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FOUR
Skarm lay on the floor in his true form, half dozing. Since returning to her mountain lair several days ago, Nathifa had done nothing but sit at her table and stare into Espial’s obsidian eye sockets. For the most part, Nathifa remained silent as she gazed into the skull’s eyes, but occasionally she muttered barely audible words: Yes, no, I understand … The Amahau, still attached to the head of the artificer’s wand, rested on the table next to Espial, but Nathifa hadn’t so much as looked at the artifact since placing it there. Skarm knew better than to expect any gratitude from his mistress, but after all the trouble—not to mention the physical agony—he’d endured in order to retrieve the damned thing for her, the least she could’ve done was show a little excitement over finally having the Amahau in her possession, but no … she only had eyes for Espial.
Skarm shivered. In the last day, it seemed Nathifa’s lair had gotten much colder than could be accounted for by the outside temperature, and the shadows that clung to the chamber’s walls seemed to have grown darker, thicker … and at times they had appeared to ripple slowly, as if they had begun to take on a life of their own. The barghest hoped it was his imagination, but he knew it wasn’t, and not for the first time since entering into Nathifa’s service, he wondered just what Espial was and what fell secrets it spoke to his mistress.
Nathifa sat up straight, the sudden motion startling Skarm.
“It seems we have a visitor,” the lich said. She turned to face a pocket of shadow near the head of her bed, and Skarm peered in the same direction. The barghest saw nothing out of the ordinary at first, but then a form emerged from the shadows, and a blond, pale-skinned woman stood smiling at him. He recognized the woman as the vampire that had been present at Mount Luster. Skarm wasn’t especially afraid of vampires—not when he had a lich for a mistress—but there was something about this one that caused the fur on the back of his neck to stand up. The barghest sensed that while she was a vampire, she wasn’t only a vampire.
Nathifa didn’t rise from the table, but the atmosphere in the chamber became charged with dangerous potential, like the air just before a violent storm was about to erupt.
“I’m impressed,” Nathifa said. “I didn’t sense your presence until you entered the room. Normally, I would’ve been aware of you long before that.”
The vampire shrugged. “I know a few tricks. What I don’t know is who you are or why I’m here. I … felt drawn to this place, almost as if I were summoned here.”
Now it was Nathifa’s turn to smile. “You were. I’ve been waiting for your arrival.”
The vampire scowled. “You brought me here?”
The lich shook her head. “Not me—the one I serve.”
She lifted Espial off the table, turned it around to face the vampire, then she glided across the floor toward the blond woman. The vampire looked at the obsidian skull with suspicion, but she didn’t shy away when Nathifa raised the object so that its hollow eye sockets were even with the vampire’s eyes.
The vampire gazed into Espial’s eyes for some moments, remaining perfectly still the entire time. Then she blinked several times and turned to Nathifa.
“I see,” she said.
Nathifa grinned, showing rotted teeth and dead-gray gums. “I thought you might.” The lich looked down at Skarm, who’d observed the entire scene from his position of the floor. “Get up, you lazy thing! It’s time for us to go.” She smiled at the vampire once more. “All of us.”
Skarm transformed into his goblin form as he rose to his feet. “Go where?”
Nathifa didn’t answer right away. Instead, she tucked Espial under her arm, returned to the table, and snatched up the dragonwand with her free hand.
“Trebaz Sinara,” the lich said. “Where else?”
Skarm tried to keep the sarcasm out of his voice as he replied. “Where else, indeed? But we lack one very important component for sea travel, my mistress: a ship.”
“I know where we can get one,” the vampire said.
“Is it swift? We shall have need of a fast vessel,” Nathifa cautioned.
“Don’t worry. This ship is fast.” Makala grinned. “Fast as the wind.”
In an icy throne room far to the north, a bleached-white claw with long black nails stroked the smooth dome of an obsidian skull—one that was an exact match for Espial—and laughter brittle as ancient bones defiled the air.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Tim Waggoner’s novels include Pandora Drive and Like Death (Leisure Books), A Nightmare on Elm Street: Protégé (Black Flame), Godfire: The Orchard of Dreams, Godfire: Heart’s Wound, Necropolis (Five Star), Exalted: A Shadow Over Heaven’s Eye, Dark Ages: Gangrel (White Wolf), Defender: Hyperswarm (I-Books), and The Harmony Society (Prime Books). He is also the author of the short story collection All Too Surreal (Prime Books). He is the author of two books in the DRAGONLANCE®: THE NEW ADVENTURES series, Temple of the Dragonslayer and Return of the Sorceress (Wizards of the Coast), as well as many novels and short stories for teens and adults. He’s published close to eighty short stories of horror and fantasy, and his articles on writing have appeared in Writer’s Digest, Writers’ Journal, and other publications.
He teaches creative writing at Sinclair Community College in Dayton, Ohio. Visit him on the web at www.timwaggoner.com.
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