You have your sword-time to go! Storm urged. Out onto the balcony.
Vala rolled sideways to her knees and came up with her arm cocked to throw. When she saw Escanor swinging out of the opposite side of the bed, she did just that. The blade caught him between the shoulder blades, slicing through two ribs and the faintly pulsing heart.
The prince died without a scream. His ribcage simply dropped to the floor in two pieces. The guards from the dressing room rushed into the chamber to find the cleaved heart dissolving into a cloud of shadow.
"Now if s time to go."
Again, Vala heard her words only in her own mind. As the guards rushed to their dying prince, she called the dark-sword back to her hand. She would have liked to stay and find the magic ring given to her by Corineus Drannaeken in the catacombs beneath Myth Drannor, but a search of that magnitude was out of the question. She raced toward the double doors and leaped into the air-then barreled into two more guards as they came rushing in.
Vala planted one foot on each of their shoulders-she was aiming for their throats, but had not jumped high enough- and she managed to drive enough of a seam between the startled Shadovar for the rest of her body to pass through. She thumped down on her side with her head barely a sword's length from either one, then she gathered her feet beneath her and dived forward, rolling across the balcony in a series of somersaults. The guards shouted the alarm and blindly clinked their swords on the stone only inches behind her.
At last, Vala came to the end of the balcony and found the balustrade blocking her path. She finished one more somersault, gathered her feet beneath her, and sprang over headlong.
Vala was within a dozen feet of the street before a magic hand finally reached out to stop her fall.
Next time, young lady, we won't catch you, Khelben warned. That was nothing but a vengeance killing.
"So it was," she said, "and if I hadn't done it, no one would have believed my escape was my own. Not after the things that devil did to me."
Vala's feet touched the street, and she started toward Shade's lower warrens at a sprint.
The Vaasans sat together on one side of the table, laughing and dribbling and whacking each other on the back mightily as they ate and drank and described the day's combat to their jealous comrade, Dexon. To listen to the men talk, battling phaerimm was no more dangerous than stalking forest roth? save that the phaerimm made it all much more exciting by hunting back. Had Takari not been along and seen for herself the humans' deadly effectiveness that day-and many others-she would have believed the wine was stretching their tongues.
But it had all happened just as they described, and they had indeed added three tails apiece to their belts. Armed with Dexon's darksword, Keya Nihmedu had claimed two for her own growing collection. Takari had taken only one, but that was with nothing but her own elven steel. Had she been wielding a darksword of her own, she would have killed more phaerimm than anyone.
Takari took the ewer and refilled it from the wine cask in the scullery, then stopped in the doorway and eyed the two healthy Vaasans from behind. With their massive shoulders and braided black hair, they looked more like thkaerths to her than humans, but she had spent enough time fighting at their sides to know that neither man was entirely the brute he seemed. She had seen Burlen risk his life several times to protect Keya without ever allowing her to notice, while Kuhl had returned from one patrol with a litter of orphaned raccoons tucked inside his cloak.
After a moment of deliberation, Takari settled on Kuhl and came up behind him with the ewer. They always stopped to wash the blood and soot off in Dawnsglory Pond before returning home to Treetop, so she knew that Kuhl was both a little leaner and less woolly than Burlen. It was still going to be like wrestling a bear, but she saw no reason to make it any more distasteful than it had to be.
"More wine, Kuhl?"
Without waiting for an answer, Takari pressed herself to Kuhl's burly back and reached around his shoulder to refill his goblet.
She was wearing only the thinnest of shifts, so she knew he could feel her as well as she could feel him, but he only nodded and voiced his thanks without so much as a glance in her direction. Seeing that Dexon's goblet was almost empty, Takari took the opportunity to make her point more clearly by plastering herself to Kuhl's shoulder as she stretched forward to refill it Lingering there rather longer than was necessary, she turned and smiled.
Kuhl looked away, a crimson flush rising up his cheeks.
Burlen pushed his goblet toward the ewer and said, "I'll take another swallow myself, if you don't mind."
Takari banged the ewer down and peeled herself off Kuhl's shoulder.
"Why should I mind? I'm sure you can pour."
This drew a roaring laugh from Dexon and a hurt expression from Burlen. Kuhl's face grew even redder. Takari wondered whether all humans were as dense as the one she had picked, or if there was something about Kuhl she did not understand. She had seen him casting hungry looks her way as they bathed.
Takari circled around to Kuhl's other side and found Keya Nihmedu studying her with a thoughtful frown. After learning how Keya had acquired the ability to hold Dexon's darksword-by allowing him to get a child on her-Takari had made the mistake of asking whether the other Vaasans had families at home. Keya seemed to have guessed her plan.
Takari ignored the condemnation she sensed in the younger elf's gaze and pulled a chair close to her quarry.
She ran a finger up Kuhl's forearm, and his brow grew shiny with human-smelling sweat.
"I'd like it if you showed me how you did that rollover on the bugbear today," she said.
A expectant silence descended over the room, and Dexon and Burlen studied Kuhl with wolfish grins.
"It was a good move," Keya broke in. She kept her gaze fixed on Takari. "Maybe you could show us all tomorrow."
"Now would be better for me," Takari said.
She had spent a tenday and a half praying to the Winged Mother to make her ready, and she could sense by the warmth in her womb that she was. It had to be this evening. She rested her fingers on the inside of Kuhl's meaty elbow and applied a little pressure.
"You can show the others tomorrow," she whispered.
Kuhl seemed to melt under her touch, but was somehow still oblivious to what she was suggesting.
"I can show you now. It won't take long," he said, rising and gesturing at the floor. "Lie down and be me, and I'll get on top and be the bugbear."
Dexon cringed and said, "I don't think this is something I want to see."
"Nor I," Keya agreed. 'Takari, this isn't fair-"
"Fair?" Takari interrupted. "Galaeron made his choice when he left me in Rheitheillaethor and ran off with Vala. If I decide to try a human, too, that’s no business of his-or yours."
Keya's mouth fell open, and Takari could see by the confusion in the younger elf's eyes that she had succeeded in muddling the issue. Whatever Keya had guessed, she could not know whether Takari was using the human for pleasure, revenge, or access to a darksword.
"Uh, Takari?" Kuhl asked. "What do you mean, 'try a human?'"
"What do you think I mean?" Takari rolled her eyes and said, "I've seen the way you stare at me when we bathe."
Kuhl looked guilty. "You have?"
"It's hard to miss," Takari said.
"It's all right?" Kuhl gasped. "I thought it bothered elves when we peeked."
"It is a little unsettling, to tell the truth," Takari said. Seeing the look of confusion that came to Kuhl's eyes, she decided that it would be best to state the matter as plainly as possible. "I'm giving you a chance here to do more than stare, Kuhl. Are you interested or not?"
"Interested."
"Good."
Takari took him by the wrist and started for the contemplation, but they were quickly intercepted by a disapproving Keya Nihmedu.
"Kuhl," she said, "you do realize she's using you?"
A grin the size of the crescent moon spread across Kuhl's face and he said, "I sure hope so."
He picked Takari up and slipped past Keya at a near charge, and a moment later Takari found herself wrestling the bear. The experience was not as unpleasant as she had feared, in large part because it was over so quickly.
The second time lasted a little longer. She was surprised to find that she was no longer disgusted at all, save for near the end when he really did start growling like a bear.
The third time, she actually started to enjoy it, and that was when Lord Duirsar's messenger flew in through the open window. Oblivious to what was happening, the snowfinch began to flit around their heads, chirping and tweeting as though the world were coming to an end.
"Manynests," Takari gasped. "Not… now!"
The bird landed on her shoulder and shrieked into her ear. The mood vanished instantly, and Takari extended a finger.
"Bird, this had better be good."
Manynests broke into a long series of whistles.
"What?" Takari asked. "When?"
She freed herself of Kuhl's embrace and swung her feet onto the floor. The snowfinch peeped in reply, then chirped a query.
"Of course!" Takari said, rising. 'Tell him we'll meet them at the Livery Gate."
Kuhl propped himself on an elbow and asked, "Meet who?"
She snatched Kuhl's weapon belt off the floor and tossed it to him without touching the darksword's hilt She didn't want Kuhl to know why she had bedded him, not until she knew the seed had been planted.
"The phaerimm," Takari replied. "They've breached the mythal."