Scorpion Rising

And the way the Scorpion had wiped the honey away from her mouth …

Seventeen

So who's your money on, Lofty Legs?'

Dawn was breaking thick, dull and sticky when Claudia felt a sharp finger prodding her in the ribs. 'Vanessia or the girl with the widow's peak?'

'Excuse me?' She frowned at the dwarf, who was rubbing his hands together in a gesture she just knew was a parody.

'Don't give me that sniffy I-don't-like-a-bet look, I know you.' Gurdo's face twisted up at one side as he examined the pendant round her neck. 'Amber makes a good stake.' 'What are you putting into the kitty?'

'Me?' His shoulders shrugged. 'Lady, I never lose, but if it keeps you happy, I suppose I could toss in a whistle-stop tour round the Cave of Resurrection.'

The malevolent glint in his eye told her that he knew damn well she'd already taken it. Like Pod said, the crafty little bugger could see round corners.

'Thank you, but I've lost interest in dark, murky places,' she said, unhooking the pendant and slapping it into his open palm. 'I'll let you know what I want once I've won, and do you mind telling me what we're betting on here?'

'The dew-gathering, Lofty Legs.' His green shirt was dark in the places it stuck to his body and sweat-dampened tendrils of hair clung to his forehead. 'Because just when you think you know these women, something catches you by surprise, doesn't it?'

Fruitlessly trying to fan some air to her own clammy skin, Claudia considered Beth's revelations that the men were released at forty to enable them to settle down, albeit in slavery, and her confidences regarding the discord seething within the College. It wasn't so much a case of what this little green dandy knew, she realized. More what he didn't know…

'See, it's not enough that they send novices to collect the dew on the quarter days, is it? There's a competition to see who brings back the most.'

'I suppose cheating is out of the question?'

Gurdo's laugh gargled in the back of his throat. 'Might have known you'd think of dirty tricks straight away, but these little lovelies are raised on a diet of kindness and honesty. Something you don't know much about, that's for sure.'

'I am this tempted to cut off that ponytail and feed it to you via your nostrils.'

'What are you going to cut it off with? Your tongue?' He crossed his arms over his chest as he puffed it up. 'Now about this competition. Are you backing Vanessia or the girl with the widow's peak?'

'Why any contest?' she asked. 'The Hundred-Handed don't strike me as the competitive type.'

'Stick around, Lofty Legs, and you'll see rivalry on every issue great, small and infinitesimal, you wouldn't believe what goes on inside that precinct. But this, this is to see who's learned the best lesson about how dew forms and where. An exam, if you prefer.'

'In which case, the answer's Vanessia.'

He clapped his hands and jumped up and down in another ridiculous parody. 'I knew you'd say that!' He planted a loud smack of a kiss on the pendant. 'You're mine, little beauty, all mine.'

'If you're lucky, I'll let you kiss it goodbye too,' Claudia told him. 'But dawn's a way off, so while we're waiting, why don't you tell me what other special dispensations you Sacred Guardians have.'

'Who says we have any?'

'Well, for one thing, you have free access to the precinct.'

'Only because I'm a dwarf and like I said, lady, we ain't real men.'

'Yet they trust you enough not to enslave you, to leave you in charge of the cave and give you your own private accommodation, just as Swarbric is in charge of security at the gate and has his own hut, too. Not to mention seemingly endless amounts of free time.'

Tree? Funny word considering Swarbric's a slave, but if you're talking about leisure time, then the same can be said for any of the men.' He swiped his forehead with the back of his hand. ' You can budget for time like you can budget for anything else, Lofty Legs. It just needs planning, that's all.'

'Which Swarbric is good at?'

Gurdo cast a sideways glance at the mop of grey hair and wide disarming grin busily charming two initiates and a priestess at the same time. 'What isn't that slimy bastard good at,' he snarled from the corner of his mouth. 'He could smarm Chastity into lifting her skirts, him.'

'I'm sure he speaks equally highly of you,' she chirped back. 'What's between him and Mavor?'

'Who says there's anything between those two?' Green eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Claudia thought of the expression on the redhead's face as she'd scurried back to the Dining Hall the evening before from the direction of Swarbric's hut. Remembered the flush on her cheeks — from anger? alarm? — and the way she'd taken pains to rectify any dishevelment before going in to join the others. No, no, something was definitely cooking in that particular kitchen, and yet there was no denying the dismissive manner in which she'd ruled Swarbric out as a lover while massaging Claudia's neck. But though Gurdo didn't deny that there was something between the Bird Priestess and the German, even if it was not of a sexual nature, she knew that Gurdo had brought the shutters down on that particular issue. To prove it, he jabbed a finger towards the dais.

'Look, the girls are back with the midsummer dew.' He tutted. 'Beyond me how they can collect anything on a muggy morning like this.'

'Just proves that studying trees for three hundred years really does pay off in the end.'

His chuckle wasn't entirely due to her quip. Rocking back and forth on his heels, he was rubbing the necklace with his thumb while the Oak Priestess solemnly measured the droplets.

'Oh and dear me, if Vanessia hasn't won the competition,'

Claudia said, and it was worth winning just to see his scowl when she hung the pendant back round her neck.

'Fluke,' he grumbled, turning round and stomping off. 'That's what it was. A damned fluke.'

As the sky changed from dark grey to light grey and Vanessia accepted the crown of oak leaves from Dora, revellers, priestesses and male slaves alike prepared to snuggle down to sleep before the next round of festivities. All, that is, except a tall, dark patrician standing beside the roasting spit, who was watching her carefully from across the field.

'Sorry to disappoint you, Gurdo.' Claudia patted the amber with affection as she matched the dwarf's stride. 'But you see, the girl with the widow's peak might be a year older than Vanessia, but what you have to remember is that a bright girl like Blondie will always want to compensate for her adventurous streak by learning her lessons twice as carefully as her peers.'

It wasn't a question of having something to prove. It was a case of having something to lose.

'What do you want?' Gurdo scowled as he clambered over a fallen log on what was obviously a shortcut back to the cave. 'Gold?'

'Information,' she said, clambering with him. 'Tell me everything you know about Clytie.'

'Bugger off.'

'With pleasure. In fact, I think I'll bugger straight off to Beth and tell her about your game with the healing springs. How you make the sick and needy cross your miser's palm with silver before you allow them the water the HundredHanded give out for free. How much have you got stashed away, anyway?'

'A man in my position needs to plan for his old age. Beth'll understand that.'

'You're a sore loser, Gurdo, but you still owe me.'

'All right, all right. I've got this nice little torque inlaid with coral-'

'Clytie.'

' — or a twist of gold rope that will really suit your long neck-'

'Clytie:

' — or how about a bracelet engraved with panthers and bears that have been inlaid with jet? Take it or leave it, that's my stake.'

'Fine. I'll take it.' She waited until triumph lit the green of his eyes. 'I'll take it straight to Beth and explain how you exploit vulnerable women, bedding them simply because they've been cured by the sacred spring.'