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Krelis stared at her.
“She is not to be harmed,” Dorothea repeated. “Bring her here.”
“Why would you want that filth in Hayll?” Krelis’s voice quivered with outrage.
Dorothea smiled as if he’d done something pleasing. “A young witch who would be trusted with such a task must be highly valued by the Queen and her First Circle, but she’s still just a pawn we might be able to use against the Gray Jewels—especially if Grizelle feels some emotional attachment to the girl. Here the little bitch can be taught to be of service.” Dorothea’s gold eyes glittered. “And if her own stubbornness or Grizelle’s unwillingness to extend some courtesies to Hayll results in the girl being disciplined, it’s something the Master of the Guard should see to personally. Don’t you think?”
Krelis bowed. “I would be pleased to teach the little witch how to serve.” More than pleased.
Dorothea studied him for a moment, then smiled. “I thought so.”
With a measured stride, Krelis walked across the large courtyard that formed the center of the guards’ quarters. Discreetly hidden from the SaDiablo mansion by a stand of trees, the quarters were close enough for the guards to answer a summons quickly and yet still far enough away not to intrude on aristo pleasures.
It also meant that the screams that accompanied punishment were distant enough not to arouse the Black Widows in Dorothea’s coven or the other witches in her First Circle. Or the High Priestess herself.
And it meant that the female slaves who took care of the guards’ needs weren’t blatantly in evidence. Not that the witches didn’t know about them. They knew, just as they knew that the common female servants were used by the court males in the same way.
Krelis walked toward the end of the courtyard, his eyes fixed on the naked man tied between the whipping posts. Using a hard c**k was one way to get rid of anger.
This was another.
Krelis stopped a few yards away from the whipping post and waited for Lord Maryk to join him. “Everything ready?” he asked calmly, pleased that his voice betrayed none of his doubts or fears.
Lord Maryk looked at him for a moment, then nodded.
Moving slowly, as if he were stalking prey, Krelis circled the whipping posts until he stood in front of the marauder leader.
“I helped you,” the man spat as he struggled against the leather straps holding him taut. “Is this how you honor your agreements?”
Krelis slapped the marauder, just hard enough to sting. “You’re a fool,” Krelis replied, filling his voice with contempt.
“We were ready for them. A perfect ambush about a mile from that bridge. I told you that. I brought you the buttons. How were we supposed to know the bitch would unleash witchfire like that?”
Krelis cocked his head. “You didn’t try very hard to find out what happened to the wagon, did you? Didn’t try very hard to catch up with the bitch when you could have taken her by surprise.”
The man looked at him defiantly. “We found the clearing. Found that rogues’ nest for you.”
“Found it empty,” Krelis snapped. “If it hadn’t taken youthree days to pick up the trail, it would have been stuffed with prey.”
“Wouldn’t have mattered if they were there or not,” the man argued. “Itold you what those protection spells were like.”
“Yes, you told me,” Krelis replied, making sure the man understood he hadn’t believed half of what he’d been told. “But you didn’t have to take the risk. You didn’t have to flush them out. All you had to do was keep them in and send a message to me. I would have been there with enough trained guards to take care of them.”
“I don’t see you sending any of your trained guards to do the hunting,” the marauder sneered. “I don’t see any Hayllians risking themselves against the Gray Lady.”
Rage burned Krelis.
Doubts and fear froze him for a moment, then, circling the whipping posts, he snatched the knotted, triple-tailed whip from a guard’s hand.
The whip whistled through the air. Struck. Cut deep.
“Beg for mercy,” Krelis snarled as he applied the lash over and over again. “Beg for Hayll’s mercy, and maybe I’ll let you go.”
The man screamed, begged, pleaded.
Deaf to all of it, Krelis let his anger sing through the whip.
Long after the marauder stopped screaming, Krelis finally dropped the whip and turned away.
Eyeing him warily, Lord Maryk stepped forward. “What should we do with that?”
Krelis didn’t look back at the mess that had once been a man. “Castrate him and break him,” he said harshly. “Then let the slave Healer see what she can do. If he lives, work him.”
Krelis walked away, fighting the need to run.
Once he was safely inside his office, he closed the shutters on the windows that overlooked the courtyard and pulled a bottle and glass from a corner cabinet. His hands shook as he poured a large brandy, downed it, and poured another. By the third glass, he felt like he could take a steady breath.
Turning, he stared at the two brass buttons that sat in the center of his desk.
Deceitful, Gray-Jeweled bitch. Deceitful, cowardly bitch to hide within the borders of her Territory. It was one thing to be up against the Gray Lady’s cunning; it was quite another to have some Green-Jeweled chit running around making a fool of him. He should have had her by now. It would have beenfinished by now if the little bitch had shown some sense or leadership ability. About the only rational thing she’d done was continue to head northwest toward the Tamanara Mountains, and even then her choices had no rhyme or reason. She was either very smart or very stupid. Either way, it shamed him that she’d eluded him so far.
Unless someone else was behind this.
Like that Shalador Warlord.
No. The man had spent the past nine years as a pleasure slave.He wouldn’t have many useful skills outside the bedroom, while he, Krelis, had spent centuries training to be a warrior, a guard.
He would show everyone, including the older guards who still had doubts about his ability to command, that he was worthy of being Master of the Guard by bringing the Gray Lady to her knees.
Except Dorothea wasn’t helping, which was something he hadn’t calculated on and didn’t dare point out. Perhaps it was better to say she was helping too much. That trap she’d convinced another Black Widow to set at the creek hadn’t done anything except spoil a good ambush. And no amount of gold marks and promised favors would keep marauder bands on the hunt if they became worried about getting caught in someone else’s trap.
