Within the outer walls, the city rose in sections, seven walls in all, climbing more than a thousand feet above the plains. At the very crown of the hill stood the lord s tower, where in days of old dozens of far-seers had watched from the highest ramparts, and within the lord s tower was the Dedicates keep; nearby stood a broader, squatter tower-the graakerie, where the castle s messengers were housed alongside their giant flying reptiles.
The walls atop this majestic fortress were alive with soldiers-archers and marksmen by the thousands. Rhianna had never seen so many warriors gathered in one place.
"It looks like an ant mound," Sister Daughtry said. "The troops must have discovered that they have wyrmlings on their border. They re on high alert."
"We ll never breach those walls," one of the horse-sisters said. "It doesn t matter that we re Runelords."
"It looks like a good place to take endowments to me," Rhianna countered.
Sister Daughtry shook her head. "How do you propose that we take it? Those archers will make pincushions of us. I feel very small, squatting out here."
Rhianna studied the walls. Forty Runelords would find it hard to take the place. But the castle had its weakness. It had not been made to defend against an aerial attack. Until now, there had never been a need for such defenses.
"Give me a moment," Rhianna said. She steeled her nerve. Then she flapped and rose into the air, lazily, like a graak gaining altitude. She climbed in a spiral, winging above the outer walls, high above all of the walls, until she was fifteen hundred feet in the air.
She found currents to her liking up there, warm thermals just beginning to rise from the plains, and she rode them like a graak, her great leather wings held taut as she glided above the uppermost tower.
And then she dove, plummeting at eighty miles an hour.
There were no defenses to stop her from above. The archers on the outer wall had steel bows and the marksmen had their ballistae, but there were no defenders atop the lord s tower-only a pair of far-seers keeping watch.
As she neared the tower, she poured on speed. Five flaps of her wings sent her hurtling through the air at over a hundred miles per hour, faster than a falcon. She banked and rolled, dodging the pair of paltry arrows that assailed her from one of the battlements far below, then stretched her wings to break her fall.
Atop the lord s tower, the pair of old men who apparently still had endowments of sight backed away in terror; one of them grew so frightened that he tumbled over the railing.
Rhianna leapt past the last man, unlatched the portal from above, and leapt down into the tower, dropping forty feet, ignoring the ladder and breaking her fall with her wings.
She hit the floor running.
There were no guards to stop her. They were all down at the lower levels. She unlatched doors and raced through unopposed, and with her endowments of metabolism it took her twenty seconds to reach the queen s apartment.
They re lucky that I m not a Knight Eternal, Rhianna realized. Castle Lowicker is indefensible from the air. Which means that I must hunt the Knights Eternal down and slay them one by one, as quickly as possible, lest they come and kill my Dedicates.
A pair of guards stood at the queen s door. To Rhianna s surprise, in these days when so few men had any endowments, this pair was still strong.
But the battle was brief. The men had endowments, but had not seen a forcible in years. Most of those who had given them grace, brawn, and stamina seemed to have died long ago, so that they had mainly speed to their credit. A well-balanced Runelord needed strength and grace as well as speed. But these men were "warriors of unfortunate proportion."
She took pity on them, and did not slay them. She broke one man s arm when he tried to block a blow from her sword. She kicked the other savagely, smashing ribs, and left them both in a heap on the ground.
Better to leave them alive, she thought. They can vector their endowments to others, and make my people strong.
Inside the royal apartment, Allonia Lowicker was still asleep at this late hour, lying on a great four-post bed that could have slept a harem. Sheer curtains of lavender gauze hung like a net over above the bed, while its sheets and numerous pillows were all covered in whitest silk with lavender trim. The room was overly perfumed.
Queen Lowicker had never married. Rhianna discovered that she had a fondness for young maidens. Half a dozen of the naked creatures graced her bed.
They screamed like children and raced to cover themselves at the sight of Rhianna bursting through their door, with a bare blade in hand.
Allonia Lowicker stirred herself, looked up at Rhianna with puffy eyes. She was a young thing, not yet twenty-two years of age, and she was prettier than Rhianna had expected. Rumors of her older sister s unfortunate appearance had prepared Rhianna for the worst.
"My," Allonia Lowicker said, "aren t you a lovely thing. Are they wasting forcibles on glamour nowadays?"
Rhianna had almost forgotten that she had taken endowments of glamour. She had always had a certain sterile beauty, but now it was much enhanced.
"Queen Lowicker," Rhianna said, "surrender your realm."
"To whom?" Allonia said.
"The horse-sisters of Fleeds."
"Monsters to the east of me and Runelords to the west," Allonia said. "What ever shall I do? Oh, I know. You want my kingdom? Well you can have it."
Those who called her the Brat had spoken truly, Rhianna decided. There was a jarring petulant quality to this woman that Rhianna found disquieting. Almost, Rhianna wished that she could send the queen flying over the nearest parapet.
But the bravado was false. Rhianna could see that Allonia s face was pale, and her heart was beating in her chest like a caged bird. Her eyes were puffy. Obviously she had not slept well. Perhaps she had been up worrying about her kingdom through the night.
"I ll want your endowment as proof of surrender," Rhianna said. "And you must also convince your troops to lay down their arms. Those monsters at your door, they re called wyrmlings, and they re worse than anything you might have dreamed. I can save you from them. I can save your people. But I can t do it if I have to watch out for you over my shoulder."
The two endowments of voice that Rhianna had taken must have done their trick, for tears sprang to Allonia Lowicker s eyes, hot tears that went leaping down her cheeks in a stream.
"I know," she said, as if relieved to be rid of her kingdom. "I ll give it to you, whatever you want. Please, save my people."
Wit, Rhianna decided. She had to take Allonia s wit. A person who had given grace or stamina might be weakened, but they could still plot against you, still whisper into the ears of would-be conspirators. But a lord robbed of wit was nothing but a burden to those who cared for her-a creature that needed to be diapered and fed and sung to like a child.
"Wit," Rhianna said at last. "I want your wit."
Rhianna tried to demand the endowment stoically, but inside she felt that she was breaking.
I am becoming Raj Ahten, she thought. I am thinking as he thought, acting as he acted.
She knew the danger. She had shed blood before, and been seized by a locus. Fallion had burned the creature up, and said that she no longer had a stain on her soul.
But Rhianna was walking a thin line. She was acting like a wolf lord.
"You can have it," Allonia said. "With what I ve heard about the feeding habits of our new neighbors, I don t want to know what happens."
By midmorning, the Brat had a rune branded on her forehead, and Rhianna had her wit.
Queen Lowicker had several facilitators on staff, and they were quick to press local jewelers and silversmiths into service, preparing forcibles. Rhianna herself took a dozen more endowments each of glamour and voice.