“Tomas?”
“You smell…There isn’t…words. There aren’t words.” He reached out and stroked her cheek with two fingers. A mirror of what she’d done. Only her fingers hadn’t been trembling.
“We need to leave.”
“How?”
“This way.” Mirian meant to use the whirlwind to punch a clean hole through to the outside. She could feel the place where the weight of the palace no longer rested on the earth. When the dust settled, the north wing ended at the toes of her boots.
People screamed in the distance. Behind her, her Pack twitched and snarled and snapped at nothing. If anyone had been in the north wing when it fell, she wouldn’t mourn them.
“You didn’t mean to do that, did you?” Tomas sounded slightly amused. Or almost hysterical. Mirian wasn’t sure which.
“Not exactly, no. Still…” Her body didn’t seem sure of how to take a deep breath. “…no point in wasting it. Let’s go.”
“Where?” Still holding the boy, Tomas grabbed her arm and pulled her back from the edge. “We can’t take them to Aydori. They’re…” He was about to say broken, she could see it in his eyes, but he shook his head and said, “The boy’s the only one who can stay in skin for more than a moment or two.”
The gray light that defined the boy had become muted. His head lolled on Tomas’ shoulder, his eyes barely open. And she still didn’t know how to heal. “Times are changing,” she said slowly, touching the boy’s fur, watching dirt and dried blood flake away from her fingertips. “Science and reason are taking over. Soon everyone will have a chance to abuse power, not just those given it by an accident of birth.”
“You won’t abuse your power.”
“Maybe not, but a sensible person would learn to control it. I need to find someone who can help. Help me. Help them.” Everyone needed help except…
“Don’t say it. Where you go, I go.” His teeth were bared. “Tell me to stay behind and I’ll follow.”
Mirian found it more comforting than she could say that Tomas had known what she was thinking. She barely recognized the inside of her head. Still…“You could go home, Tomas. To your family. I’m as much a throwback to an earlier time as the emperor was, but you can go home.”
He shook his head as another slab of masonry fell from the part of the palace still standing and crashed into the ruin of the north wing. “We’re Pack. Where you go, I go. And Reiter said the emperor was insane, so you’re nothing like him.”
Mirian glanced up at the body. Had he always been insane? How had it started? Said, “All right, then. We’re going to Orin.”
Reiter put the newspaper down and stood as Lady Hagen came into the room. It had taken a while, but he’d learned to think of her using her title. They weren’t friends.
“Sorry to keep you waiting, Captain.” She lowered herself into the wing chair on the other side of the small table and nodded at the newspaper as he took his seat. “Are you back in the news?”
“Not this week.”
For the first few months, the Imperial papers brought into Aydori had featured him prominently. Reading the stack sequentially, Lord Coving had declared him traitor, accused him of releasing the abominations and the mages, of turning both sets of captives loose to destroy the palace and the Imperial government. It was only due to Lord Coving’s leadership that things hadn’t gotten worse than they were. He called for Reiter to be dragged back to the empire to pay for his crimes. He even suggested that the ancient traitor’s death be reinstated in this one case, and Reiter, when captured, be staked out in the sun. In the next issue, which looked to have been a rushed second printing later that same day, he accused Reiter of killing the emperor. In the next, it turned out that one of the scientists who researched in the north wing had found the body and took her findings straight to the newspapers. She had photographs. Reiter almost admired the adherence to scientific principles that led to her setting up a camera after finding the emperor’s body at the edge of the wreckage before raising an alarm. She not only had photographs of the emperor’s body, but files documenting everything that had been happening in the north wing. In later issues, the newspapers printed engravings based on the photographs—both of the emperor’s body and of the experiments he’d had performed. Lord Coving accused her of being bought. Then one of the men who’d been guarding the Mage-pack came forward and supported her story.
“Bruised-thumb!” Reiter had no idea how Lady Hagen had recognized that feature in the engraving, but she’d been pleased by the guard’s sudden discovery of a conscience.
After that, accusations flew thick and fast. The newspapers had to resort to broadsheets to keep up.
What had the politicians known? And when? Why had they done nothing about it? Adeline Curtain was found and interviewed and became a bit of a celebrity. The emperor’s doctor came forward and even the Prelate took his moment in the sun, covering his ass with meticulously reported bullshit, rescinding the declaration of abomination. The church and the court expressed sympathy for all Imperial citizens murdered during this horrible loss of grace, but refused to prosecute their murderers because they had been, after all, doing nothing illegal at the time, the emperor’s word being law.
In the end, Lord Coving sat in one of the five seats that made up the Board of Regents for the young prince—who would not be declared emperor in fact until his fifteenth birthday—and Captain Sean Reiter was still a traitor under sentence of death by more conventional means should he ever set foot in the Kresentian Empire again.
Which seemed like as good a reason as any for him to work to keep the Aydori border secure. Through the influence of Lady Hagen and the others, Reiter found himself in charge of building a garrison for Aydori in the meadow by the bridge where he’d spoken to General Denieu. His official title was consultant. He wasn’t actually in the Aydori army—he doubted they’d ever trust him enough for that, nor was he sure he wanted to put on the uniform—but because Lady Hagen and the others still called him captain, so did everyone else.
During border negotiations, Major…no, Colonel Halyss had demanded he be turned over. The new Pack Leader and her council had refused, and the colonel hadn’t mentioned it again.
The empire had withdrawn to the new Imperial Province of Pyrahn and were busy reinforcing the new Imperial border. Reiter doubted it would move during the life of this emperor.
Of late, he’d been in the Aydori papers more than the Imperial.
The Imperial papers had other stories to cover.
Reiter rubbed his finger over an engraving of a young woman flying above a pair of wolves. He still lost the track of conversations if the people around him spoke too fast or spoke over each other, but he was fluent enough in Aydori to speak one on one. “There is a story about the Ghost Pack visiting Verdune.”
“Lord and Lady.” Lady Hagen sighed, both hands laced over the curve of her belly. She was due soon. In the empire a woman of her rank would have left public life, but that wasn’t how it was done in Aydori. “What have they done now?”
“They attacked a money lender in the night. Gave his money to the poor.”
“No.” She shook her head. “Verdune is too far into the empire. They wouldn’t have left Orin for something so foolish. They’re being blamed for things they couldn’t possibly have done.”
There were a number of things they had done crossing the empire. In the early days, the stories of a flying woman and a pack of wolves with silver markings had fought with treason for the front pages of newspapers. They’d stopped a runaway coach, saving five. The wolves had herded the townspeople to safety while the woman put out a spreading fire. They’d rescued a flock of sheep from a spring flood. They’d found a little boy down a well and, according to his mother’s interview in the paper, he’d cried for three days wanting the silver doggies to come back. They released two donkeys from the millstone they’d been tied to their entire lives and flattened the mill. Reports varied on what had then happened to the donkeys. In more than one, they’d been eaten.