Poison Study Part 7

Coming to the conclusion that I was safer within the castle walls until Brazell left, I decided to decline both Valek's and Rand's offers. But by the time I delivered the tea to the Commander, Valek had already won his argument. He quoted cash incentives to me before I could say a word.

The sum for remaining "free" for an entire day was a large amount.

"The exercise is scheduled to take place during the fire festival. A busy time for the soldiers. Should we postpone it until after?" Valek asked the Commander.

"No. The added commotion will increase the level of difficulty for our pursuers."

"Well, Yelena, that gives you only a few days to prepare. Fair enough, since some prisoners plan an escape route, while others see an opportunity and bolt. Are you interested in the challenge?" Valek asked.

"Yes." The word sprang from my gut before the rational "no" in my mind could escape. "On the condition that Brazell not be informed of my partic.i.p.ation."

"Isn't having a room in my personal suite an indication that I'm properly concerned with your well-being?" Valek's voice huffed. I realized that I had insulted him.

When I had offended Rand, I quickly tried to make amends. With Valek, I tried to think of another comment to annoy him further, but I couldn't produce one that quick.

"Speaking of Brazell," the Commander interrupted. "He gave me a gift. A new dessert that his chef invented. He thought I might like it."

Commander Ambrose showed us a wooden box full of thick, brown squares stacked on top of each other like tiles. They were smooth and shiny, but the edges looked as if they had been cut with a dull knife, ragged and shedding brown flakes.

Valek picked up a piece and sniffed it. "I hope you didn't try any."

"It's too blatant, even for Brazell, to be poisoned. But, no. I didn't."

Valek handed the container to me. "Yelena, take some pieces out at random and taste them."

I sorted through the squares and selected four. They were each about the size of my thumbnail and all four fit on the palm of my hand. If I hadn't been told they were a dessert, I probably would have guessed they were pieces of brown candle wax. My fingernail left an impression on the top, and my fingertips felt slightly greasy after handling them.

I hesitated. These were from Brazell, and I didn't remember his cook being especially inventive. I shrugged off my trepidation. I had no choice.

Thinking wax, I antic.i.p.ated tasting wax. I bit into the hard cube expecting it to crumble between my teeth. It must have been the expression on my face that caused the Commander to rise, because I didn't say a word. The sensations in my mouth had me enraptured.

Instead of crumbling, the dessert melted, coating my tongue with a cascade of flavor. Sweet, bitter, nutty and fruity tastes followed one another. Just when I thought I could say it was one, I would taste them all again. This was unlike anything I had ever encountered. Before I knew it, all four cubes were gone. I longed for more.

"Unbelievable! What is it?"

Valek and the Commander exchanged puzzled looks.

The Commander said, "Brazell called it Criollo. Why? Is there poison in it?"

"No. No poisons. It's just..." The proper words to describe it failed me. "Try it," was all I could manage.

I watched the Commander's face as he bit into one of the squares. His eyes widened and his eyebrows arched in surprise. His tongue dashed along his lips and teeth as he tried to suck all the remaining flavor from them. He grabbed another piece.

"It's sweet. Different. But I don't taste anything unbelievable about it," Valek said, wiping the brown flakes from his hands.

It was my turn to exchange looks with the Commander. Unlike Valek, he had an appet.i.te for fine cuisine. He recognized excellence when he tasted it.

"I'll bet that little rat won't last an hour," Margg's m.u.f.fled voice said through the kitchen door. I had been about to enter when I had heard her.

"I'll give fifty to one to anyone stupid enough to think the rat'll last the day. And one hundred to one to the sucker who thinks she won't be caught." After Margg called the odds, the room erupted with sounds of betting.

I listened with growing horror. Margg couldn't be talking about me. Why would Valek tell Margg about the exercise? It'd be all over the castle by tomorrow. Brazell would find out.

"I'll bet a month's wages that Yelena stays free all day," Rand's voice boomed out. The rest of the kitchen staff grew quiet.

My emotions seesawed from betrayal to pride. They were betting on me, and I couldn't believe Rand had bet a month's wages. He had more confidence in me than I did in myself. I tended to agree with Margg on this one.

Margg's laughter echoed on the tiled walls. "You've been in the kitchen too long, Rand. The heat's cooked your brain to mush. I think you're starting to like the little rat. Better lock up your knives when she's here or she may..."

"All right, that's enough," Rand said. "Dinner's over. Everyone out of my kitchen."

I moved down the hallway and out of sight. Since I had promised Rand I would taste his cake, I looped back to the kitchen after everyone had gone. Rand was sitting at one of the tables chopping nuts. There was a slice of his raspberry-and-cream cake on the table.

He pushed the plate to me. I tasted it.

"Much better. The cake is incredibly moist. What's different?" I asked.

"I added pudding to the batter."

Rand was unusually quiet. He didn't mention the betting. I wasn't going to ask.

He finished chopping the nuts. After cleaning up, he said, "I better get some sleep. We're going to the festival tomorrow night. Are you coming?"

"Who's going?" I stalled. I hated to miss out on the first night of the festival. Hated to let Brazell ruin the only fun I'd have. Although, if Margg was going as well, I'd stay with my original decision.

"Porter, Sammy, Liza and maybe Dilana." Rand's tired eyes lit up ever so slightly when he said Dilana's name. "Why?"

"When are you leaving?" Again my heart was ready to overrule the logical and safe choice.

"After dinner. It's the only time everyone is free. The Commander always orders an easy meal for the first night of festival so the kitchen staff can leave early. If you want to come, just meet us here tomorrow."

Rand headed to his rooms, which were adjacent to the kitchen, and I went back to Valek's suite.

The dark apartment was empty. Locking the door, I groped around and found some flint. As I lit the lanterns, I pa.s.sed by Valek's desk and noticed a paper lying on top. Glancing around to make sure Valek wasn't hiding in the shadows, I looked at the sheet. Names had been written on it, and then scratched out. My name had been circled. Underneath was the comment that I would make a perfect fugitive for the exercise.

This was probably how Margg had known. I remembered seeing her reading papers in Valek's office before. Depending on how long these papers had been here, she could have known for a while. That woman was going to get me killed. If I survived long enough, I'd have to face her. Unfortunately, it would have to wait until after I played fugitive for Valek.

As for my escape plan, I searched through Valek's piles of books. I remembered seeing some appropriate t.i.tles, and I was rewarded by finding two on the techniques of pursuit, and one on the best ways to elude capture. n.o.body said I couldn't do a little research. Borrowing Valek's texts, I took a lantern and retired to my room.

I studied the books until my vision blurred with fatigue. Changing into my new nightclothes, I extinguished the lantern and collapsed into bed.

I was jolted awake by the frightening awareness that someone was in my room. Instant, sweat-soaked fear gripped me. A black shape loomed over me. Yanked out of bed, I slammed into the wall. One, two, three gasps pa.s.sed. Nothing more happened. The a.s.sault had stopped, but I remained pinned.

My eyes adjusted to the dark. I recognized my attacker's face. "Valek?"

11.

VALEK'S FACE, INCHES FROM mine, resembled a statue, silent, cold and devoid of emotion. My door had been left ajar, and even the faint glow of lantern light slipping through the gap at the threshold couldn't lend his blue eyes any warmth.

"Valek, what's wrong?"

Without warning, he released me. Too late I realized that he had held me suspended above the floor. I landed in a heap at his feet. Wordless, Valek left my room. I staggered upright, feeling as if I had too many arms and legs, and managed to catch up to him in the living room. He stood in front of his desk.

"If this is about the books..." I said to his back, guessing that he was angry with me for borrowing his manuals.

He turned. "Books? You think this is about books?" His voice held amazement for a brief moment before it turned sharp and cutting. "I've been a fool. All this time I admired your survival instincts and intelligence. But now..." He paused, and then looked around the room as if searching for the right words.

"I overheard some servants discussing you as the fugitive. They were placing wagers. How could you be so stupid, so indiscreet? I considered killing you now to save myself the trouble of hunting for your dead body later."

"I didn't tell a soul." I allowed anger to color my voice. "How can you think I would jeopardize my own life?"

"Why should I believe you? The only other person who knew was the Commander."

"Well, Valek, you're the spymaster. Couldn't someone have overheard the conversation? Who else has access to this room? You left your notes in full view on your desk." Before he could leap to another wrong conclusion, I hurried on. "They were conspicuous. If I noticed them with just a quick glance, then they begged for inspection to someone seeking information."

"What are you saying? Who are you accusing?"

A ridge of flesh grew above Valek's nose as his eyebrows pinched together. Alarm flashed across his face before being doused by his stone guise. His fleeting expression told me a great deal. Either Valek had been so convinced that I had gossiped to the servants that he hadn't considered other options, or he couldn't accept the possibility of a breach in his security. For once I had thrown him off balance, if only for a second. Someday I would dearly love to see him in an ungainly heap at my feet.

"I have my suspicions," I said. "But I'll accuse n.o.body without proof. It's unfair, and who would believe me?"

"No one." Valek s.n.a.t.c.hed a gray rock from his desk and hurled it toward me.

Stunned, I froze as the stone whizzed past and exploded on the wall behind me. Gray debris pelted my shoulder and rained to the floor.

"Except me." He sank into a chair. "Either I'm addicted to risk or you're starting to make sense and we have a leak. An informer, a gossip, a mole. Whoever he is, we need to find him."

"Or her."

Valek frowned. "Do we play it safe and find another fugitive? Or cancel the exercise? Or continue as planned and make you both fugitive and bait? Enticing our spy to reveal himself." He grimaced. "Or herself."

"You don't think Brazell will come after me?"

"No. It's too soon. I don't expect Brazell to try to kill you before his factory is up and running. Once he gets what he wants, then it's going to get interesting around here."

"Oh good. I can barely stay awake now from all the boredom." My voice dripped with sarcasm. Only Valek would consider an attempt on my life a fascinating diversion.

He ignored my remark. "It's your choice, Yelena."

My choice wasn't contained in one of Valek's scenarios. My choice was to be someplace where my life wasn't in danger. My choice was to be where I didn't have an a.s.sa.s.sin for a boss, and some unknown person trying to make my already intense life even more complicated. My choice was freedom.

I sighed. The safer course of action was the most tempting, but it wouldn't solve anything. I had learned the hard way that avoiding problems didn't work. Run and hide were my trademark impulses, which only led to being trapped in a corner with no recourse other than to blindly strike out.

The results were not always favorable. The lack of control unnerving. My survival instinct seemed to have a mind of its own. Magic. The word floated at the edge of my mind. No. Someone would have noticed by now. Someone would have reported me. Or would he if that someone was Brazell? Or Reyad?

I shook my head, banishing the thoughts. It was in the past. I had more immediate concerns. "Okay. I'll dangle on the hook to see what fish swims out. But who's going to hold the net?"

"I will."

I let out a slow breath. The tight feeling around my stomach eased.

"Don't alter your plans. I'll take care of everything." Valek picked up the paper with my name on it. He dipped the corner of the page into a lantern, setting it on fire. "I should probably follow you to the fire festival tomorrow night. Unless logic has made you decide to turn down Rand's offer and stay in the castle." He let the burning paper float to the floor.

"How did you-" I stopped. I wasn't going to ask. It was well known that he didn't trust Rand, so I shouldn't be surprised that Valek had an informant in the kitchen.

Valek hadn't said I couldn't go. I made a sudden decision. "I'm going. It's a risk. So what? I take a risk every time I sip the Commander's tea. At least this time I might get a chance to enjoy myself."

"It's hard to have fun at the festival without money." Valek crushed the dying embers of the paper under his boot.

"I'll manage."

"Would you like an advance on your wage as fugitive?"

"No. I'll earn the money." I didn't want Valek to do me any favors. I was unprepared for thoughtfulness from him. For Valek to soften even a little might destroy our strange tug-of-war relationship, and I was reluctant for it to alter. Besides, thinking kind thoughts about Valek could be extremely dangerous. I could admire his skills, and be relieved when he was on my side in a fight. But for a rat to like the cat? That scenario ended only one way. With one dead rat.

"Suit yourself," Valek said. "But let me know if you change your mind. And don't concern yourself about the books. Read all the books you want."

Heading back to my room, I paused with my hand resting on the doork.n.o.b. "Thanks," I spoke to the door, unwilling to look at Valek.

"For the books?"

"No. The offer." My eyes traced the wood grain.

"You're welcome."

The castle hummed with activity. Smiling servants rushed through the corridors, laughter echoed off the stone walls. It was the first day of the fire festival, and the castle's staff hurried to complete their ch.o.r.es so they could attend the opening celebration. Their excitement was contagious, and even after a restless night of sleep, I was beginning to feel like a child again. Determined to push the ugly image of someone stalking me at the festival to a far, dark corner of my mind, I allowed myself to savor the antic.i.p.ation of the evening's events.

I fidgeted through an afternoon lesson with Valek. He was trying to teach me how to spot a tail. It was mostly common-sense advice, and some techniques that I had already read about in one of his books, and my mind wandered. I wasn't planning on looking over my shoulder all night. Sensing my mood, Valek ended the session early.

Soon after, I grabbed a clean uniform and the colored ribbons Dilana had given me and headed toward the baths. At this time of day, the steaming pools were empty. I washed fast, and sank into one of the baths. Inching my way into the hot liquid, I let each muscle relax, oohing and aahing until the water reached my neck.

Only when the skin on my fingers began to wrinkle did I leave the water. I had been avoiding the mirror for a month. Now, curious, I scanned my reflection. Not as skeletal, although I needed to gain some more weight. My cheeks were hollow and my ribs and hipbones poked through my flesh. What had once been dull, uncombable black hair now shone. The scar on my right elbow had turned from bright red to a deep purple.

Swallowing, I looked far into the mirror. Had my soul returned? No. Instead, I saw Reyad's smirking ghost floating behind me, but when I turned around he was gone. I wondered what Reyad wanted. Revenge most likely, but how would you confront a ghost? I decided not to worry about it tonight.

Changing into a clean uniform, I braided the brightly colored ribbons into my hair, I let the ends fall past my shoulders and loosely down my back.

When I reported to the Commander to taste his dinner, I expected a tart comment on my unmilitary hairstyle. All I received was one raised eyebrow.

After dinner, I raced to the kitchen. Rand greeted me with a huge smile. The staff was still cleaning, so I helped scrub the countertops and floors to avoid the awkwardness of just standing around waiting. Rand reigned over an immaculate kitchen, and only when the kitchen was spotless was the staff dismissed.