She stopped him as dusk fell, halting him with the flat of her hand. She pointed toward the sky, then traced the path of the sun until she pointed at the ground.
“It’ll be dark soon?”
A nod. She made the walking motion with her fingers and indicated the forest around them, then drew a finger across her throat.
“Very dangerous after dark.”
Another nod. She gave him a small smile, then spread her hands. What did he want to do?
“Can you see well in the dark?” He remembered her guiding him through the swamp last night, away from the Kez searchers.
She wobbled her hand uncertainly. Somewhat.
“The powder,” Taniel said, drawing a line of black powder on the back of his hand and taking a snort. “It lets me see in the dark almost as well as I can see during the day. Let’s keep going. We’ll make camp outside the basin. I’m not completely comfortable sleeping here with snakes, swamp dragons, and Kez patrols.”
Ka-poel nodded.
The sun had set before they managed to clear the swamp. Climbing the hillside that marked the edge of the Tristan Basin, they made their way to a hilltop some quarter of a mile away from the swamp edge and set up camp as best they could with no fire and no bedding.
Taniel took first watch.
He didn’t bother waking Ka-poel for a second watch. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep.
Shooting a Privileged, his father had once said. It seems like the easiest thing in the world. Just like shooting a target.
You’ll do well to remember, though, that the most deadly thing in the world is an angry Privileged.
Don’t miss.
Because if you do, he’s going to decorate the landscape with bits of your corpse.
Taniel sat with his back to an oak tree, watching the distant town of Gladeside. It was a little over two miles away in the darkness. With a strong enough hit of powder, he could see the Kez sentries at their posts, just outside the town.
The remains of the common house had been cleaned up. A few houses had been burned down, and a pair of corpses had been strung up on a scaffold in the center of the town.
Rebel sympathizers, most likely. Probably the mayor-he had given Taniel’s company succor, after all.
The Kez were anything but subtle.
White tents were pitched throughout and around the town. Taniel counted them, just to be sure. With two to a tent, Taniel pegged their number at almost a thousand. Five companies and a Privileged, just like he’d been told.
A force to be reckoned with.
He let his eyes wander around the outskirts of the camp, singling out their sentries. One was picking his nose. Another’s lips were slightly parted, and though Taniel couldn’t hear it, he knew the sentry was whistling to himself.
Taniel had been on sentry duty before. Anything to keep yourself awake.
He rolled his eyes back in his head and let out a slow breath, then opened his third eye to see the Else.
The world became awash in pastel colors. Throughout the town and in the swamp immediately next to Gladeside, swatches of faded color stood testament to where the Privileged had used sorcery the night before. One of those swatches marked where Dina had died.
In the town itself, Taniel could see several dull, lesser spots of color. Knacked-men with minor sorcerous power. There was usually at least one in every company. Their skills always proved useful in any army.
His eyes stopped on one bright dot in the Else.
The Privileged. She was inside one of the houses, probably sound asleep in a feather bed.
He could try a shot right now, while she was asleep and unmoving. It would be the easiest thing.
But even if he managed to float the bullet through a window and around the corner-almost impossible at this range-he’d still afterwards have to flee into the swamp at night. He’d already tried running into the swamp in the dark once this week. He didn’t relish a second attempt.
He glanced at the girl.
Of course, he’d get her killed, too. He should have sent her back into the swamp hours ago. This was something he had to do alone.
“Ka-poel,” he whispered, some time later.
It was now near dawn. He could see the slight brightening on the eastern horizon, the moon dipping to the west. The Kez soldiers in the camp were beginning to stir.
He shook the girl awake. She was on her feet moments later, rubbing sleep out of her eyes, her red hair bedraggled.
“It’s time,” Taniel said. He listened to his stomach growl. It had been thirty hours or more since his last meal. The numbing vine Ka-poel had pressed into his wound had long ago lost its potency, and now his whole body hurt. His side felt tight, the arm stiff.
This wasn’t going to be an easy shot.
He settled himself on the hilltop beside a maple tree and pointed the musket’s barrel toward Gladeside, resting it on one thick, gnarled root.
“I have one shot,” Taniel told her. “If I miss, the Privileged will be alarmed and raise a shield around herself. I’ll try again regardless, just in case she’s sloppy, but that first shot is the only good one I’ll have.”
He glanced at Ka-poel to see if she was listening. She’d laid down on her belly beside him, watching the town.
She nodded to him.
“Two shots at most,” Taniel said. “And then we run for it.” He pointed down the hillside toward the basin. “She’ll send her soldiers after us. We have to move quickly. With a little luck we’ll be gone by the time they reach us. They won’t be able to track us in the swamp.”
Taniel checked the musket for the fifth time-the pan was primed, the barrel loaded, and the powder dry. Not all of that was necessary for a powder mage, but each bit of preparation made the shot a little bit easier.
He settled the butt of the musket against his shoulder and sighted down the barrel toward the house where he’d seen the Privileged.
Taniel opened his third eye.
The smudge of color that represented the Privileged was still in the house.
Taniel could hear his heart drumming in his ears. This wasn’t melee-there wasn’t a surge of black powder and adrenaline pushing him through the fight, years of training taking over to help him through the kill.
This was a calm, meditative shot.
The smudge of color was moving. Taniel closed his third eye and watched the house from the outside, focusing on the front door and the window facing him. Through the open window, with his powder-enhanced vision, he could see a washbasin and a tall mirror and one post of a bed.
Taniel lowered the musket and tapped out a line of powder and snorted it; felt it calm his nerves.
Back to his vigil. There was some movement through the window, and the Privileged came into view.
She was not at all what he had expected.
She was thirty at the oldest, younger than Major Bertreau. Her face hadn’t been marred by years of sorcery and cruelty, like most Privileged Taniel had met. Her nose was small and pinched. She wore a night shift, sagging to bare one shoulder, her blond hair curled and wild around her head. She splashed water on her face and looked at herself in the mirror for a moment.
Taniel regretted his sorcerous sight; cursed the black powder that gave him the power to see his target with such clarity.
She looked like a girl Taniel knew from university. Soulin. In fact, she could have been Soulin’s older sister. She had the same color hair, the same slight features, and even looked to be a similar height.
The barrel of his musket wavered. His hands were shaking.
He let his head fall away from the stock and closed his eyes a moment.
Ka-poel was staring at him. She scowled and made a pistol with her fingers, pointing at Gladeside.