Night Angel Complete Trilogy Part 129

"You deny the Sa'kage had any part in the queen's death?" Duke Wesseros asked.

"Are you a moron or a stooge?" Kylar shot back. "I've given Cenaria a king who can neither be bribed or blackmailed. The Sa'kage is furious with me. The question you're too afraid to ask is whether the king ordered me to kill Terah Graesin."

Duke Wesseros jumped to his feet. "How dare you impugn our king's honor! Strike him!" The court was in an uproar.

Logan stood. "No! Sit!" It took half a minute for everyone to obey, but finally they did. "It's a fair question. A fair question for us to drag into the light, because everyone's going to be asking it quietly in the days to come." Then Logan sat.

"Many of you were at Pavvil's Grove. You saw Logan kill the ferali," Kylar said. Logan almost goggled. He and Kylar both knew he hadn't killed the ferali. It had been Kylar's a.s.sa.s.sinating the G.o.dking that had defeated the beast. "Many of you hailed Logan as your king, but he wouldn't accept the crown then, would he? Do you think he was afraid of Terah Graesin then? How many of her banner men do you think would have stood by her on that day if Logan had taken the crown? He held his honor that day as he has every day of his life. Do you think that if he had ordered me to murder her on the night of her coronation that he would have welcomed me to sit by him at the high table? Do you think he is such a fool that, knowing what I was going to do an hour later, he would remind everyone what good friends he was with a wetboy? I've been a Sa'kage spy on Logan Gyre for ten years. In that time, Logan came to trust me as his best friend. So it turns out that the question isn't whether he had me a.s.sa.s.sinate Terah Graesin, because he didn't. The duke who was once betrothed to a mere count's daughter has always had too much honor for that. The real question is if our new king will pardon his friend for the murder that put him on the throne." Kylar turned and met Logan's eyes for the first time. "Well, Logan, how about it?" throne." Kylar turned and met Logan's eyes for the first time. "Well, Logan, how about it?"

Whatever else Kylar's time straddling Cenaria's worlds had done to him, Logan saw that his friend had learned the way of rumors among both the peasants and the n.o.bility. He'd fingered exactly the questions people would ask. Indeed, he'd set up everything so the questions could have only one answer. Logan had wondered why Kylar had allowed himself to be caught. He had no illusions that it had been because Kylar couldn't escape. Now he saw all the connections that Kylar had known other people would make. The first question when someone was a.s.sa.s.sinated was always, who benefits? When Terah Graesin died, the answer was clearly Logan. That wasn't why Kylar had killed her, though. He'd killed her for all of Cenaria's people, because she would have been a disaster as a queen. So Kylar had needed to kill her in a way that freed Logan of suspicion.

In a way, Logan had forced Kylar's hand with the seating arrangements at the coronation. The Sterns had been there. If Kylar hadn't been placed so prominently, he might have escaped attention, but with too much scrutiny, Kylar's disguise would collapse. When it collapsed, everyone would have known that Logan's best friend was in the Sa'kage-that would be d.a.m.ning enough. After all, how could Logan be a reformer when he came to the throne smeared with charges of corruption himself? This was Kylar's answer: to shine a glaring light on everything and force Logan to show decisively where his loyalties lay.

Kylar had no doubt what Logan would do, Logan saw that. It was the right thing to do. It was the only thing to do. But Logan had recently lost his father, his mother, his fiancee, and his wife. How was he supposed to condemn his best friend to death?

Logan remembered the sick pleasure he'd felt at ordering Gorkhy's death. It was the pleasure of power, and he'd felt it again when men had bowed before him. But suddenly, he hated his power. Kylar was giving his life so Logan could have power. He trusted Logan that much, and Logan knew he had it in him to be a monster. But there was nothing to do.

His face stony, Logan said, "A pardon is out of the question. You were our friend, but our justice will not be swayed. Whatever your intentions, even if it was to make us king, you have done murder in this realm. Justice demands your death. Justice will be satisfied. As king, I demand you answer one more question. If you answer, we will grant you a merciful death. If not, it will be the wheel. Kage, what are the names and positions of everyone you know in the Sa'kage?"

Kylar sighed and shook his head.

53

Kylar sat in the darkness and stench of his cell deep into the night.

He threw the ka'kari into the corner of the room. It bounced eerily noiselessly. He extended a hand and willed it back. It flew through the air as if on invisible strings and slapped into his palm. He threw it again and this time willed it to mold itself into a spike. He sucked it back through the air and when it hit his palm it squished and went back into his body.

He could escape. After he died this time, everything would be different.

He heard the sound of someone speaking in a distant hallway. A door opened, and soon Kylar heard the sound of a big man's footsteps. The face that eventually appeared, however, wasn't the one he expected.

"Lantano Garuwashi," Kylar said, standing and bowing.

"Night Angel." Garuwashi bowed equally low. "May I come in?"

Kylar smirked at how the man was treating this like a social visit. "Please."

Garuwashi unlocked the door and came in.

"How'd you get here?" Kylar asked.

"I asked permission."

"Ah."

"You rob me, Night Angel."

"How so?" Kylar asked.

"Our duel. It was to have been the height of our glory. A duel for the ages."

Kylar didn't know why, but that Lantano Garuwashi was peeved not to get to fight him five years hence somehow warmed Kylar. Perhaps it was the only way Garuwashi had to say that he would have liked to be Kylar's friend. "The Night Angels keep their word," Kylar said. "A Night Angel will be there, I promise."

"He will be your equal?"

"He may even be yours," Kylar said, grinning.

Garuwashi cracked a smile. He sat on the stone shelf opposite Kylar and folded his legs beneath himself. Kylar sat similarly on his bunk. "I don't understand Cenarian honor," Lantano Garuwashi said. "King Gyre will rule whether you do this or not. Why will you die for a people unworthy of you?"

"I don't know. I only know it felt like the right thing to do."

"Do you have a lover? Does she approve of this?"

Kylar hadn't even thought of it. The look on his face must have betrayed him, because Garuwashi shook his head, chuckling.

"You tell me, Night Angel, would you give her her life to accomplish this?" life to accomplish this?"

Kylar was as shocked that Lantano Garuwashi was asking the question as he was by the question itself. "I wouldn't ask anyone to die for my ideals."

"Yet you ask Logan to kill for them."

Kylar had no answer.

"Since you've never sent men to their deaths, let me make the question easier. Would your lover give her life to change this land?"

"Yes, gladly."

"Then perhaps she will forgive you one day."

Well, I plan to come back to life before she finds out. Instead, Kylar said, "I wouldn't have expected a sa'ceurai to care what a woman thinks." Instead, Kylar said, "I wouldn't have expected a sa'ceurai to care what a woman thinks."

Garuwashi burst into laughter. "No sa'ceurai wishes to marry a shadow. A woman should be as fiery as her hair. Ceuran women whisper on the streets and shout in the home. Young sa'ceurai think that means only in the bedroom." Garuwashi grinned. "They learn." Kylar couldn't help but smile too.

After a few more minutes, Garuwashi stood. "I must go," he said. "I will expect your successor at Midsummer's in five years. May your sword-soul shine ever brighter, Night Angel."

Lantano Garuwashi left, and to his surprise, Kylar slept.

He woke at the sound of a lock pick's sc.r.a.ping. He was alert instantly and stood stealthily. The door opened moments later, telling him that whoever was breaking into his cell was a professional. The locks on the n.o.bles' cells were tight.

The door cracked open and Scarred Wrable's face appeared. He grinned to see Kylar awake and in a ready position. "You're Blint's apprentice after all, arn'tcha? Morning, lad."

"What are you doing here?" Kylar asked.

"There are two contracts out on you. One from inside. To kill ya." He meant inside the Sa'kage. "The other one's from some n.o.bles."

Kylar's eyes never left Scarred Wrable, though the man didn't have a weapon drawn. "Terah Graesin's folk?"

"Actually, some shadow saved a buncha lords during the coup. They think they owe you. You want to guess which contract I took?"

"Depends on who in the Sa'kage took out the other one," Kylar said.

Scarred Wrable spat. "The one from inside wasn't from one of my usual clients, and Momma K likes you. I don't plan on betting against her. I took the n.o.bles' contract." He drew a knife and extended it hilt first.

Kylar waved it off. "Tell them thanks, but I'm not here 'cause I can't escape."

"I told them you'd say that. They said I'd get half for trying. I don't know what you're trying to accomplish, but you're crazy brave."

"More one than the other, I think."

Scarred Wrable laughed. "How 'bout this, then. I lied when I said there's two contracts. There's three. Third one's same as the second: to free you. You got more friends than a wetboy oughta. You wanna guess who took it out?"

"Pray tell."

The wetboy grinned. "The king his own self. Iff'n I was king, I'd just let ya go. Guess n.o.bles don't think like the rest of us. You coming?"

d.a.m.n you, Logan. d.a.m.n you for flinching. Kylar swallowed. "Staying." Kylar swallowed. "Staying."

Scarred Wrable's eyebrows lifted. Then he shrugged. "You oughta be a n.o.ble your own self. You're a man in love with death, Night Angel. See you on the other side."

54

They marched Kylar out of the Maw before dawn. His escort was fifty men. They bound his wrists with manacles behind his back, tied his elbows with hemp, and hobbled his feet. He was surprised when, instead of heading through the castle, the guards led him out the great double doors, up the black carven tongue, and out the throat of the Maw onto the rocky west side of Vos Island.

There was a barge waiting for them, and as soon as they chained Kylar to a post in the middle of it, they cast off, the men alert for threats from him or from any who might rescue him.

They had barely pa.s.sed under West Kingsbridge when Kylar saw new construction on the Plith. Deep pilings had been sunk into the river bed south of Vos Island to support a central platform, which rested on the surface of the river. The pilings extended high above the platform and three spokes radiated from the center, supporting temporary spans to Vos Island, the Warrens, and the east side. The three-way bridge was temporary now, and low to the water, but the size and placement of the pilings told Kylar of the project's ambition. It would be a symbol of Logan's reign, a bridge that bound the city's sides and its government together. As they came closer, Kylar saw that what he had thought was merely the thickness of the temporary bridge's surface was something else. project's ambition. It would be a symbol of Logan's reign, a bridge that bound the city's sides and its government together. As they came closer, Kylar saw that what he had thought was merely the thickness of the temporary bridge's surface was something else.

Every one of the temporary spans-west to the Warrens, north to the castle, and east-was filled with people. The sun was barely lighting the sky, and there were thousands gathered. Everyone in the city had come. Even Lantano Garuwashi's soldiers had come.

As the barge came within sight, a cry went up, and it wasn't kind. These people loved Logan, Kylar knew instantly, and any traitor must be vile. From the safety of the mob, any fear they might have had for the Sa'kage's avatar had vanished. Indeed, that probably made him more hated still. His disavowals in the courtroom made no difference; only the verdict mattered. The barge came closer and the yells were deafening. Looking on faces filled with hatred, Kylar supposed he was lucky the city had been starving-there was no rotten produce for people to throw.

Something splashed in the water twenty feet short of the barge.

"Shields up!" an officer barked.

The men crouched and raised their shields over their heads. Chained to the post in the middle, Kylar couldn't move. Rocks rattled off the shields and splashed in the water, then Kylar watched one arc perfectly. He turned his head. The rock gouged a furrow in his scalp and he staggered against the post, blood spilling over his ear. Another rock glanced off his shoulder and a third hit him in the crotch. The crowd cheered as he slumped.

He stood again, though spots swam before his eyes, blinding him. As they got closer, the hail thickened. Most of the throws missed, but rocks hammered his sides, his legs. A stone a handspan across landed on his foot, shattering bones. He screamed.

It was bad timing. A rock that would have been too high caught him in the mouth, snapping teeth and driving others through his lip. Another cheer went up.

Finally, the barge b.u.mped against the platform. "Enough!" a woman shouted. Kylar lifted his head and saw a young woman in full armor standing in the center of the platform with her hands raised, trying to still the crowd. Then a stone hit him in the eye.

"Enough!" the woman shouted, but Kylar lost her voice under the shrieking voice of pain. His face was hot, his chained hands couldn't reach up to protect himself or feel the damage. Soldiers were jostling him, half carrying, half dragging him forward. the woman shouted, but Kylar lost her voice under the shrieking voice of pain. His face was hot, his chained hands couldn't reach up to protect himself or feel the damage. Soldiers were jostling him, half carrying, half dragging him forward.

Kylar opened his eyes but could only see from his right. His first sight was of his bare foot, bleeding, ruined. It made him light-headed. He looked up, blinking, but blinking sent forks of lightning through his left eye. Blood was filling his mouth from his smashed lips. He didn't know if he'd swallowed or spit out the teeth, but jagged edges were all that remained. was of his bare foot, bleeding, ruined. It made him light-headed. He looked up, blinking, but blinking sent forks of lightning through his left eye. Blood was filling his mouth from his smashed lips. He didn't know if he'd swallowed or spit out the teeth, but jagged edges were all that remained.

When Kylar could finally try to make out the details, he saw that the platform was filled with Logan's retinue, including at least a hundred of Logan's bodyguards. Numerous other soldiers were scattered throughout the crowd, including along all three bridges, keeping a lane clear. On the far side of the platform, facing the castle, was the wheel. To one side, Logan sat in a gilded chair.

They dragged Kylar before him and a herald read out the charges. Kylar paid no attention to them. He looked only at Logan. Logan's eyes trailed over Kylar's wounds and he swallowed, but he didn't avert his gaze. His eyes met Kylar's and Kylar saw suffering as great as his own, but no wavering.

The herald finished with the charges with a question. "Yes," Kylar said loudly. "I killed Terah Graesin, and I'd do it again."

Logan stood and the muttering that had begun ceased instantly. "Kage, Shadowed One, whom I knew as Kylar Stern, I owe you my life. You are a hero and I call you my friend, but you have betrayed this country and murdered her queen. I will not be a king who gives different justice to his friends. Kylar, my friend, I sentence you to hang by the wheel until you are dead."

Kylar said nothing. He merely bowed his head to Logan. Logan sat and made no attempt to quiet the crowd that now buzzed with the confirmation of the rumors they'd heard.

The soldiers dragged Kylar to the wheel. It was slightly taller than a man and open, with only four spokes radiating from the axle, which would be behind Kylar's back so he could face the crowds. There were blocks for his feet which adjusted at the ankle so his feet wouldn't slip free, a thick leather belt for his waist, and two sharply-ridged bars for handholds. The rest of the wheel bristled with iron spikes: all pointed inward.

The royal guards who'd brought him from the Maw began strapping him in place.

"Are you really the Night Angel?" Kaldrosa asked quietly, fitting the leather belt around his waist.

"Yes," Kylar said.

Kaldrosa leaned close as she strapped his wrist to the wheel and whispered, "There are two hundred fifty women here who'd be dead if you hadn't saved us from Hu Gibbet. It'll kill us to betray Logan, but if you-"

"Do your duty," Kylar said. He squeezed his eyes tight shut.

"Thank you," Kaldrosa said.

Once he was strapped in, the guards adjusted the spikes. If Kylar held himself in place, none of them would touch his body. However, as the wheel turned, he would have to support his weight by his ankles and by his hands, gripping knife-edged bars that would cut his fingers and palms to mincemeat. Once he weakened, the spikes would stab his sides, his legs, and his arms, enough to spur him to redouble his efforts, but never so deeply that they would kill. He would eventually die of blood loss, or his heart would burst.

As they finished, he lifted his gaze once more and scanned the crowd. He saw Momma K, and Count Drake. He saw the Chantry's amba.s.sador faintly glowing in his sight, obviously hoping that this "Night Angel" would do something magical for her to report, and the Lae'knaught amba.s.sador, dispa.s.sionate, more studying Logan's reaction than Kylar's suffering. He saw the women of the Order, horrified, one crying silently. He saw faces he had known from the Warrens, tavern keepers and wh.o.r.es and thieves and an herbalist. He saw n.o.bles Kylar Stern had rubbed shoulders with and been ignored by.

Then Logan gave a signal, and the wheel rattled backward and settled down, water lapping over Kylar's feet.

Oh, yes, now Kylar remembered, there were more than two ways to die on the wheel. The wheel itself was perpendicular to the flow of the Plith; it used the river's current to turn it. When Kylar was turned upside down, his head would dip into the water low enough to cover his mouth. It would only be enough to drown him if he was unconscious and close to death anyway, but the coughing fit would make him stab himself in dozens of places.

Logan nodded. The wheel began to turn.