Ashwin does not move. “I won’t rule with fear.”
The demon rajah rises with deliberate calm, dispassionate as he picks up the khanda. “Fear is the only way.” Clenching the sword with both hands, he arcs down the blade. I grimace at the sultan’s severed head. Natesa still lies motionless on the floor, unconscious.
The demon rajah straps on the sword and returns to my side. “Wait here, love. Soon we will march on Vanhi, and I will return us to our rightful thrones.”
He presses dry lips to my cheek, lingering as Tarek once did. While the demon rajah faces me, Ashwin reaches for one of my daggers. Gods’ mercy. He does realize his father is an imposter. I curtail my revulsion and withstand the demon’s chilling touch long enough for Ashwin to pocket a blade. Then I jerk away.
The Voider picks up the sultan’s decapitated head. “We will go down to the prison camps and show our people their rajah has returned.”
Cooperating with the demon will put Ashwin in danger, but he understands the ramifications of his heart’s wish more than I do. He does not spare me a glance as they walk out.
Alone in my chamber, I lie on my back and stare up at the ceiling in frustration. I must get up. I have to wake Natesa and warn our people, warn Deven. My broken leg is bandaged, and my side still weeps blood. Ignoring the pain, I scoot to the side of the bed and try to stand. My injured leg gives out, and I wind up on my back again.
Footsteps echo closer. I brace, anticipating palace guards or perhaps the demon rajah’s return, but Brother Shaan rushes in with Pons and a limping Indah. They falter to a stop and scan the bodies.
“Kalinda,” Brother Shaan stammers. “I saw . . .”
“The Voider.”
Brother Shaan lifts his chin, praying skyward. “Gods protect us.”
Natesa groans and sits up, holding the side of her head. “What’s going on?”
Pons kneels down to help her, and I explain what they missed. “Ashwin released the Voider to stop Vizier Gyan from doing the same. The Voider came disguised as Tarek to help fulfill Ashwin’s wish to take back the empire. I tried to stop the demon rajah, but he is immune to my powers.” Brother Shaan prays more fervently. “Ashwin and the demon rajah are headed to the camps. We have to warn Deven.” I try to sit up again, but a sharp pain pushes into my side, and I double over. Beads of sweat from the exertion of trying to stand wet my forehead.
Indah helps me lie back. “You’re bleeding through your bandages, and you shouldn’t stand on your leg. Pons will carry you to the boat.”
“Where are Opal and Rohan?” If I cannot go to Deven, I can send someone else.
“They brought Brother Shaan here and then went to the boat,” replies Indah. “We have no time to go to the camps. Iresh will fall into disarray without the sultan ruling or the vizier leading their army. The city is beyond saving.”
“He has Ashwin,” I protest. The Voider recognized Ashwin, Sultan Kuval, and me. Will the demon remember Deven betrayed Rajah Tarek?
“Kalinda, we cannot stop the Voider,” says Brother Shaan. “He does not need to refuel his powers and rest like bhutas. Demons are immortal, like the gods. We must run while we can.”
“But our people—”
“Will follow their rajah,” he finishes. “Even with your tournament win, the people will not stand with you, a bhuta, against their ruler. The Voider is a master deceiver. Our people will believe the demon rajah is Tarek.”
Shrill screams of panic and terrified shouts spill in from the garden. The Voider comes into sight out the open balcony door. He has set the sultan’s head on a pike and lifts it for all to see.
“This is what the gods think of traitors,” the demon rajah proclaims. “Anu raised me from the dead to punish my enemies. First Vizier Gyan and Sultan Kuval. Next the warlord Hastin!”
Janardanian bhuta guards rush at the Voider. He throws blue fire, and the guards are blasted backward in a radiant explosion. Those overtaken by the blue fire melt away. I gawk in amazement as the Voider cuts them all down. His blue fire eats through bhuta winds and rocks, banishing all hope of reprisals.
The demon rajah continues across the courtyard. At the cliff, he stakes the pike in the ground so the people of Iresh can see what is left of their ruler. Then Tarek and Ashwin disappear over the cliff’s edge, traveling the stairs down to the city.
“We have to go now,” Indah says, trying to help me to my feet.
Hot tears flood my eyes. “I cannot go like this.”
Indah sweeps my hair from my clammy face. “I can take away your pain for a time by tricking your body into thinking you’re better.”
“You can do that?” Natesa asks.
“The pain blocker is temporary,” answers Indah. “Kalinda will be pain-free for about half an hour.”
Explosions crash nearby, and blue flames lick the sky as the demon rajah carries on his way to the encampments.
“That’s all I need,” I say.
Indah runs her hands up my leg and over my abdomen. She chants under her breath, and the pain falls off of me like a leaden weight, lightening my whole body. Adrenaline pulses through my limbs. I stand on my broken leg, my stance offset and my balance not quite right. My body will punish me later, but for now, I can walk.
Indah hoists her trident, and Pons fills his blowgun with darts.
Natesa borrows a khanda from a fallen guard. A bruise darkens her cheekbone where Vizier Gyan struck her. “I’m going to find Yatin.”
“My healer is still in camp,” Indah says. “He’ll help you bring Yatin to the boat.”
“Bring him and Deven back,” I add, trusting Natesa to find them both. “We’ll send Opal and Rohan to help you if there’s time.”
Natesa hugs me, a quick embrace. “Send them no matter what,” she says and then darts off.
I sheath my one dagger. Indah’s pain blocker is holding, but this invincibility will not last. I need to make the most of it. “Let’s get to the river.”
30
DEVEN
Vibrations rumble through the ground around me. I try to move, but the pit holds me like a clenched fist. The guards outside shout orders to launch a defense attack. More quakes shake through the land, the whole world trembling.
The cell door is blown off, devoured by incredible sapphire flames. A figure manifests in the smoky haze. I cough and blink to clear my vision. Tarek? The man looks like Rajah Tarek, except his hands weave blue fire.
The rajah casts more cobalt flames at the guards, and they fly back against the walls. He marches past the open cell door, Prince Ashwin behind him. Neither sees me buried up to my chin in the cell, but someone sneaks in.
Natesa kneels beside me and begins to dig me out.
“What in the gods’ names is going on?” I demand.
Natesa presses a finger to her lips to shush me. “We don’t have long. You have to show me the way to the sick tent.”
More bhuta guards are flung back by the rajah’s power. When no more Janardanians charge him, the rajah raises his arms. “My army! Come out from hiding!”
The men gradually leave their tents. Natesa unburies me faster, releasing my shoulder. I pull my arm out and help her dig out my other side.
“My good people,” Rajah Tarek calls. “Sultan Kuval sought to betray us. Prince Ashwin learned of his deceit and called upon the gods before our enemies infiltrated our city and claimed our homes. Anu has seen your suffering. He sent me back in my previous form and bestowed upon me the power to avenge you.”
“He lies,” Natesa whispers. “Prince Ashwin unleashed the Voider, and he came as the rajah.”
“Impossible,” I say. The man before us is a demon? He looks exactly like Rajah Tarek. But Natesa’s assessment must be true. That thing’s power is not of this world.
“We will march on Vanhi, and I will lead you,” the demon rajah continues. “But we will not leave the land of our enemies until our wrongs have been righted. Janardan has taken advantage of our weakness. Now is the time
to rise up in strength of numbers. We will bring down Iresh, and then we will march upon Vanhi stronger than before!”
Our men listen in stunned rapture. The Voider’s strategy is clever but horrible. He will topple Iresh and then cannibalize the city to supply his army with food, weapons, and more soldiers. Once preparations are finished, the demon rajah will target Hastin.
Natesa digs my other arm free. She tugs while I push, and together we liberate me from the pit. I brace against the doorway, my legs stiff from disuse. Manas stands at the front of the crowd, captivated by the return of our ruler.
“Surrender,” the Voider yells to our captors, “and the gods will spare you.”
A Galer throws a wind at the demon rajah. He dissipates the gust with a blast of blue fire. The burning ball throws the guard down. Those around him drop their weapons and raise their hands in the air. In a matter of minutes, the demon rajah has defeated guards that have held us captive for days. An ominous feeling inside me spreads.
“Natesa,” I say quietly, “where is Kali?” I heard the cheers from the amphitheater as the vizier said but have not heard the outcome of the tournament.
“She won the duel, but she’s injured. She’s on the way to the riverfront. A boat is waiting to take us to Lestari. I’ll bring Yatin. Can you get Prince Ashwin? Opal and Rohan will arrive soon to help. They may already be here.”
I waiver, debating whether or not the prince is worth the risk. Prince Ashwin released a demon. He deserves to suffer the fullness of his consequences.
“Captain!” Natesa snaps. “I don’t know if you’re jealous of Kalinda and Prince Ashwin or if you have another reason to abandon your ruler, but you’re an imperial soldier.”
“I know what I am.” And I am certain that this is my godly purpose. I am a soldier. I may not have been born with powers that enable me to knock down walls or heal people, but I still have the gods on my side.
“Then do your duty.” Natesa points at the Voider. “That is not our rajah. Ashwin is.”
Before I can reply, a blast of blue fire brightens the sky. We flinch away from the explosion, and then I peer around the corner. The men have broken into the guardhouse.
“The sick tents are on the other side of the quad,” I say. “You should go. The men will break into the small armory in the vizier’s study and soon be armed.”
“Get the prince. We’ll meet at the waterfront. And, Captain? Kalinda will burn me alive if she finds out I left you, so don’t die.” With a half-joking grin, Natesa slips out of the hut.
Men run out of the guardhouse armed and wearing Tarachand soldier jackets they must have found inside. The demon rajah and Prince Ashwin wait at the gate for the soldiers to fall into formation. On the other side of the exit, bhuta guards gather to defend their homeland. I remain out of sight until the Voider’s back is turned, and then I dart across the yard and slip inside the guardhouse.
The vizier’s study has been ransacked. The last weapon left is the decorative khanda hanging on the wall above the desk. I take down the sword and spot one last uniform on the floor. I hold up the bloodred jacket with the black scorpion emblem on the front. This is not how I envisioned I would earn back my uniform, but I tug it on. The familiar fit is like a second skin.
I peer out the door. The men are ready to march out. The Voider leads the newly armed ranks through the open gate and blasts the bhuta guards with blue fire. They fall back, and our soldiers cut down the remaining Janardanian guards at the barricade around the civilian camp.
The Voider destroys the gate to the second compound and addresses the shaken refugees. “I have returned to free my people. Come join our crusade against our enemies!” The demon rajah blows open the main armory door with his powers. The people descend on the weapons like ants on ripe fruit.
A handful of men have stayed behind in camp to round up the Janardanian soldiers who surrendered. They hold them captive across from the guardhouse.
Gods above. Opal and Rohan are crouched at the back of the group of prisoners.
I cross camp with short, official strides and wave Opal and Rohan forward. “You two come with me.” One of my men raises his arm to halt me, but I beckon them again. “These Galers were personal guards to Prince Ashwin. He wishes to discipline them himself.”
The guard lets Rohan and Opal pass. I pretend I am leading them to the prince. Once we are out of the gate, I urge the Galers into a run. We scurry around the corner of the north wall and duck into the jungle. We sink low in the bushes, my heart thudding against my ribs.
Opal listens for pursuers. “I don’t think anyone saw us.”
“We need to get to the riverboat.” I will think of how to sneak past the army once everyone is accounted for. “Where are my brother and mother?”
“We thought you knew,” Rohan answers. “The sultan closed the border two days ago. Brac and Mathura haven’t crossed into Janardan.”
They aren’t here. I am struck by an unsatisfactory blend of relief and worry. “Can you take your wing flyers and find them?”
Rohan sets his chin. “We want to stay and fight.”
“You look like you’ve had enough of that,” I remark of his injured face. “Please. I need your help.”
Rohan starts to protest, but Opal speaks right over him. “I’ll find your family. Rohan will stay with you. My wing flyer is on the other side of the civilian camp—”
She cuts off, and then both she and Rohan dunk into the ground cover.
“Captain?” Manas calls from beyond the tree line. I unbend and face him. The underbrush conceals Rohan and Opal near my feet. “Where did the prisoners go?”
“What prisoners?” I reply.
“The palace guards. I saw you exit the gate and come here with them.” Manas lowers his hand to his khanda and starts cautiously into the trees.
“Oh, those prisoners. They ran off that way.” I point at a bamboo thicket that would be nearly impossible to traverse through.
Manas stops a handful of steps out, near Rohan. “How did they escape?”
“They were Galers. They overpowered me.”
Manas pulls his sword. “They were Kalinda’s guards. You let them go.”
“How do you know Opal and Rohan were guarding Kali?”
“I . . . I heard about it,” Manas stammers.
He could only have heard about them from someone who was in and out of our compound. None of the prisoners were, so the messenger had to have been a guard or . . . The truth rattles me. “You’re Vizier Gyan’s informer.”
Guilt radiates from Manas, but he shuts it down with hardened pride. “Hastin let me live to serve as his informant. He sent me to tell the vizier what I knew about you and Kalinda.” I lock my jaw against a string of curses. Manas jabs his sword at the air between us. “Don’t look at me that way. You’re the traitor. You fell in love with a filthy bhuta.”
“This isn’t about bhutas. Vizier Gyan found the Zhaleh. That thing that came back to free us isn’t Rajah Tarek; it’s a demon.”
“All you do is lie!” Manas slashes at me. I block his khanda with my ornamental sword, but my dull blade bows. He strikes again, hacking my sword off in the middle.
I throw the useless stub away and step back from Rohan, closer to Opal. They both remain down. Neither of them can summon their winds without revealing our presence to the army beyond the trees.
“I am not lying,” I say to Manas. “You need to trust me.”
“No.” Hatred dispels all traces of the boy who was once my friend. “You were my captain. You didn’t just betray the rajah; you betrayed me too.”
Manas raises his khanda to stab at me. Opal lunges from the undergrowth and grabs his leg. He tries to kick her off, but Rohan rises from the ferns and punches Manas in the back. Manas whirls on Rohan and aims his blade at his chest.
As I move to intervene, Manas jerks and then goes still. Rohan scrambles away, and Manas drops his sword. He clutches at his throat, choking. Opal pulled up his pant le
g and pressed her hand against his skin.
Manas’s eyes bulge, his lips bobbing for air. I remember the agony of having the sky squeezed from my lungs.
“Opal, stop,” I say. She continues to hold on. Manas falls beside her, bucking on the ground. I fortify my voice. “I said enough.”
She lets go and shrinks away from what she has done. Manas claws at the ground, panting. I pick up his sword. He rolls onto his back, too weak to run.
“I’m letting these Galers go,” I say.
Manas scrunches his face and spits at Opal. “Dirty demon.”
Tears shine in her eyes. She regrets winnowing him, but Manas would kill her without remorse.
I hit him in the head with the hilt of his sword, and he droops into the dirt, passed out.
Rohan crawls to his sister and holds her.
“I couldn’t let him hurt you,” Opal says.
The Voider yells in the distance. “Onward to Iresh!”
The army is moving out. I have to join them, or I could lose track of the prince.
“Does anyone else know we’re here?” I ask the Galers. Rohan listens to the wind and shakes his head. “Go, Opal. Find my family.”
“I’ll go too,” Rohan says, helping his sister up. “We’ll find them twice as fast with both our winds.”
Opal brushes away a piece of hair flopping in his face. “All right.”
“Be safe,” I say. “We’ll meet in Lestari.”
They run west through the trees. Although I want to go with them, my duty to the empire requires that I stay. I cannot leave until I have brought the prince to safety.
Great Anu, let Opal and Rohan find my family. Send them fair winds and the cloak of speed.
Manas has not moved. In a little while, he will wake up with an awful headache. I am not the least bit sorry.
I step out of the cover of the trees and jog toward the demon rajah’s army.
The late-day sun shines down on the soldiers’ gleaming machetes and khandas lifted to the sky. The demon rajah, visible by his glowing blue fire, leads the armed soldiers and civilians toward the city. Prince Ashwin marches near the front with him. I blend in with the amassed troops and fall in line with the ranks.
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