"Silence!" shouted Lord Purdun, cutting off Tasca's final words with the wave of his hand and the casting of a spell.
The criminal was dragged through the double doors and out of the hall, the memory of his final tirade still echoing through the chamber.
Chapter Four
The moon rose high in the night sky, chasing away all but the most stalwart shadows and blanketing Erlkazar with light. The colors were muted, mostly gone, and the shapes blended into one another, making this bright night more menacing than most. Where darkness normally gave a shroud of privacy to the roads and fields, the courtyards and rooftops, now they were laid bare, exposed for anyone to see in all their naked glory.
But it wasn't just the places that suffered from the harsh light of the moon. Anyone who chose to traverse those places was also exposed.
In the courtyard just outside Klarsamryn in Llorbauth, the Claw emerged from the shadows to stand in the stark light. His black cape fluttered softly in the breeze as he scanned the courtyard. This was the time of night when all good denizens of Erlkazar were asleep-all good denizens except those who protected the line between good and evil.
Another figure emerged from the darkened edges of the stone palace, shaping herself not from the shadows but from the brightness of the moon's own light. She crossed the courtyard to stand before the Claw, her lightness the balance to his darkness.
"Were you followed?" asked the Claw.
"No," said Princess Mariko. "Were you?"
He smiled. "Yes. Half of the underworld will be here any moment. So we must make this brief."
"So the Claw has a sense of humor." The princess ran her finger down his arm, then traced the flat of his gauntlet. "Rather unexpected for a man with so many sharp edges."
"I have many facets. Most of them not discernible from a first glance."
"Tall, dark, mysterious… and amusing. What else could a woman ask for?"
The Claw chuckled. "If only it were that easy."
The princess stepped closer, placing her hand on his chest. "This seems pretty easy." She reached up and pulled back the dark mask. Lifting herself onto her tiptoes, she pressed her lips against his. The Claw returned her kiss, leaning into her body.
They stood in the moonlit courtyard for a long moment, her arms wrapped around his chest.
Moments like this, moments where he enjoyed the simple, human pleasures and felt just like a regular citizen-felt free of obligations, free of danger, free to make choices that affected nobody but himself-were few, and they never lasted long. The obligations of being the king's assassin always returned.
So he learned to draw from these moments every second of enjoyment, knowing that every one could be his last.
The princess loosened her grip and stepped back to look into his eyes. She smiled at him. It was that smile that had done him in. He couldn't resist from the first moment he'd seen it, and he couldn't resist now.
"I have a gift for you," he said. Reaching into a pouch on his belt, the Claw retrieved a thin silver necklace with a simple round locket, a pair of interlocking circles with a clasp on one side, dangling from it. The moon reflected off its polished surface, directing a ray of light, shaped like two tiny clasped hands, onto the princess's chest.
She gasped as she took it from his hands. "It's beautiful," she said.
Lifting it over her head, she let it drape from her neck. It caught the moonlight and cast it onto the Claw's face. "I will never take it off."
"I hope that's true," he said, admiring it around her neck. "The locket holds inside it an enchantment. If you are ever in trouble, just open the clasp, and I will be able to find you-no matter where or how far away you are."
The princess wrinkled her nose. "How romantic," she said, sarcasm echoing in her words. Its-
Mariko laughed. "I love it," she assured him. "Besides, I'm not going to need it." She put her hand on her hip. "I'm able to take care of myself."
"Of that I'm sure." The Claw looked down. "It's for my peace of mind."
The princess put her finger under his chin and lifted his face until he was looking into her eyes.
"Then I will wear it forever and ever." Taking his hand, Mariko turned it over so his palm faced the sky. "But you must let me do something for you-for my peace of mind."
Unfastening the straps along his wrist, the princess removed the gauntlet on his left hand. Placing it on the ground, she took hold of him, examining his palm. His hands were twice the size of hers.
The Claw looked down on her, watching as she ran her fingers over his, her smooth skin caressing the calluses and bruises. He took a deep breath and let the moment wash over him.
The princess traced a figure on his palm, making the same lines over and over again. As she did, she spoke a few soft words, and the shape on his palm lit up brightly.
He recognized the symbol she had drawn. Her personal rune.
The Claw pulled away. "Did you just brand me?" he asked, rather incredulous.
"Of course," she said, hardly able to contain her laughter. "I do this to all my men."
"Very funny." The Claw shook his hand, hoping it was an illusion. But the light remained.
The princess gave him a fake scowl. "Hold still. I'm not finished yet."
Pulling him forward, she took another firm grip on his hand. Waving her palm over his, she spoke words that made no sense to him. When she finished, the light went out.
The Claw examined his hand. It looked the same as it always had. "What… what did you do?"
"Repeat after me," she said. "As you wish, Princess Mariko."
The Claw tilted his head. "As you wish, Princess Mariko."
The rune on his palm came back to life, glowing like a mage-lit stone.
"Now close your palm."
The Claw did as he was told, and the light extinguished itself.
"Now you'll never get lost on your way home in the darkness," she said.
"As you wish, Princess Mariko." His palm illuminated again. "I'll be…" he said, impressed by the usefulness of such a gift. "I'm touched." He closed his palm and picked up his gauntlet.
"I'm sure a man in your position will find it… helpful." She reached up and gave him another quick kiss. "I must be off now. I have much work to do."
"Yes," said the Claw. "As do I."
"Same time tomorrow night?"
The Claw nodded. "Same time."
Princess Mariko turned and disappeared into the darkness, her form of light dismantling as it slipped off into the shadows.
The Claw smiled as he watched her go. After taking one last look at his palm, he too turned and headed off into the night, toward the seedy darkness of Erlkazar's underworld.
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In the corner of the courtyard, where the shadows from two intersecting walls overlapped in complete darkness, a figure watched. Mariko had tried very hard not to be followed, doubling back more than once, traveling in the shadows, and checking her tracks.
But the figure was good at watching her. He knew her patterns and where she would look for trackers. The figure knew how to observe her without being observed. He knew that she frequently left the royal palace late at night. He knew that she would often be out until just before sunrise. What he didn't know was where she went or with whom she met.
That was why he had followed her here, to the northernmost courtyard outside the palace.
The princess crossed the open space, stopping halfway across to speak with someone. From the darkened corner, the concealing walls blocked part of the figure's view. He could not see who Mariko had met here in the middle of the night. The moon was high and bright, leaving very little room to move without being revealed. So the figure waited.
He watched her cast a spell on something, then she leaned back, pulling another person's hand-a man's hand-into view. She cast another spell, then, after some further conversation, she leaned up to give the man a kiss.