Geldon turned to Ox. The Minion scowled.
"That be H'rani," he said, chewing and talking at the same time. "He always be playing that thing."
"What is it that he is reciting?"
"It be love poem," Ox answered. Yet another hunk of meat went into his mouth. "He write himself."
Even more interested, Geldon sat up a little. He knew that the Minions were great builders, shipwrights, and warriors. But he had never known any of them to demonstrate a talent for the finer arts.
"He's very good," Geldon said. "We should thank him."
Taking up the jug again, Ox drank for what seemed forever. Some of the ale ran sloppily down his chin and onto his black body armor. Finally he stopped and wiped his face. A loud wet belch followed. Smiling, Geldon shook his head a little.
"No need thank H'rani," Ox answered. "Thank Jin'Sai."
"What do you mean?"
"Ever since Jin'Sai free female Minions and Gallipolai that day in Parthalon, they act strange. Females want men come court them before take as wife. But Minion warriors not know how. For centuries they only take. Some like new ways, some not. All females seem to like much better. Ox find it all strange. But is law of Jin'Sai, so all males respect it." Ox looked critically toward H'rani.
"It said that H'rani soon ask for hand of Gallipolai," Ox added, his mouth twisting with mild disgust. "That she like this thing with lyre. One of acolytes give H'rani lyre and show him how play. Then he make up poem. Other warriors hear him, and now want also learn." He shook his head with a derisive snort.
"You don't seem to approve," Geldon said lightly.
"Ox believe it be embarrassing for true Minion warrior."
Geldon smiled. "What's the matter?" he asked. "Don't you think that a Minion can be a warrior and a poet, too?"
With a dissatisfied grunt, Ox started tearing into another piece of meat. Geldon settled back to listen to the music.
So much is changing, the dwarf thought. trying her best to exercise patience and control, Satine realized that she had only a few more meters to go.
As she lay upon her belly in the dewy underbrush, she raised her eyes a fraction and quickly noted her bearings. She had been crawling through the thick undergrowth for nearly an hour, and time was precious now. At any moment her target might move, rendering all of her painstaking work meaningless.
Her black combat clothing was soaked through. Clenching her jaw, she fought back the urge to shiver.
As she had traveled north on horseback she had followed the scar in the earth left by the orb, just as Bratach's note had told her to do. Coming up over a ridge, she had seen the Minion campfires burning in the valley below. She also knew that she would never be able to cross that much illuminated ground without being seen. Another way would have to be found.
Leaving her horse behind, she selected only what she would need to do the job. She placed the items into a waterproof oilskin bag. After changing into her dark clothing, she slung the bag over her back and crept down the rise to stand on the banks of the Sippora.
She slipped silently into the river and began wading north along the bank, heading upstream. With only her nose and eyes above the surface of the water, the going was very hard. Twice she had been forced to stop and rest, clinging to vines that lined the shore. Twice she had been forced to submerge entirely, when Minion patrols appeared overhead. Every bone in her body ached from the cold, but her discipline held.
In the end it had been worth it. She was now only about fifty meters from the camp. Suddenly the sound of music came to her ears, and she paused for a moment to listen. She smiled. The noise was welcome; it could do nothing but help her.
She slithered like a snake up the western side of the riverbank and entered the dense undergrowth. There she silently crawled forward, one agonizingly slow meter at a time. Then she heard voices that were all too close, and she froze.
At least two Minion warriors walked through the shorter grass on her left. They couldn't be more than four or five meters away. Satine slowly moved her hands down toward the daggers on either side of her thighs. Then the warriors' voices went still, and she sensed that they had stopped.
Praying that they hadn't detected her presence, Satine controlled her breathing and calmed her heart. If she had to attack them she would. But that might alert the entire camp-in which case, she'd be done for.
As she lay there awaiting her fate, the wind swished the grasses to and fro. She felt as though Eutracia's three moons conspired to shine their light down upon her alone. Despite the chill of the night air and the cold, wet clothing sticking to her skin, beads of sweat began to form beneath her black mask and run maddeningly down her face. Still, she did not move.
Suddenly she heard the sound of streaming water. She listened as it went on for a bit. It finally ended. Satine allowed herself a slight smile. With nature's call having been answered, the warriors began to move again, laughing as they went.
A few moments later, she risked raising herself up on her hands to look. She watched them enter the camp and blend in among the other winged ones. She also noted that her target was still in the same place. Thanking her good fortune, she lowered herself back to the ground and resumed her slow forward crawl.
After another half hour of slow progress, she stopped on a short rise that overlooked the campsite. The foliage surrounding her was high, keeping her well concealed, but she would soon be discovered if she did not quickly finish her business.
The huge bearded warrior and the hunchbacked dwarf sat side by side, eating and drinking in the light of the fire. The smell of roasted venison made her stomach growl. She was less than ten meters from the edge of the camp.
Reaching behind her, she grasped the oilskin pouch and placed it on the ground. She opened it and removed four items.
The first was a small leather case. Two dull wooden tubes followed. Inside, the fine, aged Eutracian maple had been carefully polished smooth. Grasping the first of them, she inserted one of its ends into the end of the other, making sure that it seated properly. Then she placed the joined tubes on the ground beside her.
Next she opened the case. It separated like two halves of a book. It protected the vial of violet fluid she had purchased from Reznik, as well as a set of darts. Short and slim, they had been charmed by Reznik to dissolve immediately upon impact, while the insect wings attached to them were charmed to stay attached in flight. She smiled at the cleverness of it all.
She selected one dart, carefully opened the vial, dipped the tip of the dart into the poison, and then closed the vial again. She placed the dart into the near end of the tube and replaced the tube on the ground. She was nearly ready.
She took up the fourth item. It was a small, forked twig cut the day before from a hinteroot tree. She placed it on the ground just forward of her head. She looked back down into the campsite. Blessedly, nothing had changed.
She took the branch and pushed one end of it into the ground. The Y-shaped fork pointed upward. Closing one eye, she then twisted the branch in the ground until it was facing just right. She reached back for the tube and gently placed its far end into the crook of the upright branch. Her target sat just beyond.
Finally ready, Satine closed her eyes. She took several deep breaths and then she held the last one in. She placed her mouth against the near end of the tube, took careful aim, and waited for the wind to abate.
The grasses surrounding Satine stopped swaying. Her time was at hand. She remained immobile, lying as silent as death as she sighted the blowgun on her victim. Using everything she had, she expelled the air from her lungs into the tube.
After a final look, the Gray Fox smiled. Then she collected her things and began slinking back the way she had come. When he felt the bite Geldon instinctively reached up and slapped himself on the side of the neck. Looking down at his hand he saw a small bit of his own blood and the remains of smashed insect wings. Scowling, he wiped his hand down the length of his trousers and then looked over at Ox. The Minion was still eating.