She no longer saw the consul general, or even a man.
This was the embodiment of a shapeless enemy come to destroy their world—her world. This was the face of evil.
There would be no mercy.
If he recognized what was about to happen, he didn’t show it. All she saw in his dark eyes was the twisted hate of his determined, lethal intent. She no longer felt anger, nor was there any sorrow for what she was about to do to this man. As angry as she had been at him moments before, as her power ignited all emotion vanished, replaced by an overwhelming void, a space between thought, between feeling, between instants.
Time was hers.
Frozen there before her, she saw every bead of sweat on his brow and the bald top of his head. She had enough time to have counted those droplets. If she had wanted to, she could have counted all the whiskers on his face.
She had an eternity of time as the full fury of her will came to life.
It was breathtaking, intoxicating, as if her entire being were being sucked into that avalanche of power as it crashed into the man thrusting his knife toward her.
Thunder without sound jolted the air… exquisite, violent, and for that pristine instant, sovereign.
4
“What do you think it could mean, Lord Rahl?” the gravedigger asked.
As he wrung his hands, his head hunched down into his shoulders with the anxiety of standing before the Lord Rahl as well as an array of officials and so many soldiers and spectators. Richard could see that the man’s fingernails were permanently stained with the dirt he worked in every day, but more so from the dead bodies he routinely handled.
“How often has this happened?” Richard asked.
“Several times,” the man said, suddenly becoming animated as he gestured with the hand holding his battered old hat. “The dead animals were found on all the graves twice last month alone. People are frightened.”
“What kind of animals?” Richard asked.
The gravedigger spread his hands with a shrug. “All sorts of animals, Lord Rahl. Raccoons, a few foxes, cats, dogs, squirrels, chipmunks, pigeons, starlings, an owl, and other sorts of birds. Even some fish. All manner of animals. Some looked fresh dead, and some looked long dead, with everything else in between. Some still warm, some barely more than bones inside scraps of hide, some writhing with maggots. It has the entire town upset and they expect an answer from me as I have been entrusted to care for the graves of their loved ones, but I have no answer for them.”
As the gravedigger was talking, Richard spotted a woman in among the petitioners pushing her way forward through the spellbound crowd as they waited to hear what the Lord Rahl would have to say about the alarming mystery of dead animals found on graves. People grumbled irritably but moved aside as the woman pushed them out of her way.
The statuesque woman looked to be no older than Richard. She had long, straight dark hair, parted in the middle, and the kind of achingly feminine features that could easily melt men’s hearts, or just as easily turn intimidating enough to make them stutter. This was a woman who appeared to brook no one questioning her authority to do as she pleased, a woman who expected her orders to be followed without question.
While she was distinctively dressed, it wasn’t the kind of attire worn by nobility. It had more the look of practical yet alluring traveling clothes. The black cloak draped over her shoulders was held together at the top with bone buttons connected by a short silver chain. The black dress beneath the black cloak revealed a figure that had all the men gaping at her. It looked like she was used to ignoring such looks.
As she finally made her way to the front of the petitioners, a soldier to each side stepped up in front of her, to stop her from coming any closer and interrupting as well as to remind her to wait her turn.
Without so much as a glance at the soldiers, the woman put a finger to their shoulders, first one and then the other. The soldiers’ eyes rolled up as they crumpled to the ground at her feet. She stepped over them without missing a stride as she continued forward.
Richard lifted the finger of each hand resting on the table to signal the guards to each side not to interfere. This was a situation he needed to handle or it could get ugly.
The gravedigger still hadn’t seen the graceful creature approaching from behind. “So what do you think, Lord Rahl? What do you think could be the cause of all those dead animals found on graves?”
The woman gently pushed the gravedigger aside. “Have you considered that maybe some boys are playing pranks?” she said to him.
The gravedigger suddenly saw her and shrank away.
Richard couldn’t help smiling. That was what he had been about to say.
The woman had the strangest aura radiating around her. It had some elements he recognized and others he’d never seen before. Even had he not been able to see her aura, though, he could have told by her bearing alone that this was not a woman to be trifled with.
She opened the gate without invitation and stepped inside the railing.
“I have come a long way to see you, Lord Rahl. I did not realize that once I got here I would find that you are an idiot.”
Those close enough to have heard her gasped.
Richard came to his feet as the woman boldly strode up the three steps onto the broad platform.
“What have you done to my men? If you’ve harmed them, you are going to find yourself in a great deal of trouble.”
She glanced briefly over her shoulder to see the men still crumpled, unmoving, on the floor. She dismissed it with a flick of a hand. “They are merely asleep. No harm has come to them.”
“How can I be sure of that?”
She made a face at the fuss and then snapped her fingers. The men suddenly woke, rubbing their eyes as if groggy. They realized where they were and quickly scrambled to their feet, looking embarrassed but no worse for wear.
“See?” she asked. “I don’t lie.”
Richard leveled a glare on her. “And who might you be?”
She waved the hand again, this time as if to say she was sorry to have forgotten to introduce herself.
“My name is Shale.”
“And where have you traveled this great distance from?”
She flicked the hand back over her shoulder. “I come from the Northern Waste.”
Richard had never heard of the Northern Waste. “Does it snow a lot in the Northern Waste?”
Curiosity creased her smooth brow. “Of course. That, among other reasons, is why it is called the Waste.”
Richard gestured to her dark clothing. “Don’t you kind of stand out in the snow?”
“Stand out… ?” She looked down at herself and suddenly understood his meaning. She looked unexpectedly amused. The look flattered her features. “I see what you mean.”
She lifted her arms and then turned her hands palm up while letting her hands gracefully glide down beside the length of her to her hips. As her hands descended, her hair remained the same dark color, but her outfit transformed from black to white, making her look like some sort of mythical snow queen.
“There. Better?”
The crowd gasped and buzzed at the sight. First a threat of assassination, and now this display of magic. It was proving to be the kind of exciting day they had come hoping for.
Richard now knew at least some of what he was dealing with and what it was about her aura that had puzzled him.
He crooked two fingers, motioning for her to approach so that he could talk to her privately without the gathered throng hearing them. Only the five remaining Mord-Sith were close behind him, all in white leather except Vika, who was in red.
Shale didn’t seem the least bit intimidated by the Mord-Sith as she came right up against the opposite side of the heavy table. Had the table not been there he suspected she would have come close enough to dance with him. Whatever else she was, this woman was not shy.