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Janco squinted. “He was gone at dawn. Hey! That rhymes. I could use it when I fight.” He practiced a variety of rhyming combinations.
Ari ignored him as he calculated how far Rye could travel in three hours. Far enough, and if he chose the wrong direction, catching up to the greenie would be almost impossible.
When they had finished packing, they returned to Valek’s office to wait for Maren’s report. Ari endured Janco’s fidgeting for an hour before she showed.
“Nothing. The castle’s clean,” she reported.
“Did you check—”
“Yes, Janco. I checked all your hiding places.”
“Even the—”
“Storage rooms.”
“And the—”
“Servants’ quarters. And the little nook you found near the dungeon.”
Ari suppressed a chuckle at Janco’s chagrined expression. “Good work, Maren. You’re in charge until we get back.”
“Swell. What should I tell Valek when he returns?”
“If we don’t come back, send him east.”
Janco shot him a concerned look. “Do you think we’ll need him?”
“If there’s magic involved, he’d be our best defense.”
“That’s not fair,” Janco said.
Ari knew better than to ask what wasn’t fair, but Maren didn’t.
“Valek gets everything. Immunity to magic, Yelena, super assassin skills—”
“We’re wasting time.” Ari shouldered his pack. “Let’s go.”
They traveled east through the Snake Forest, stopping only to check for signs of Rye. Someone had passed through here a while ago, but it was difficult to determine who. When the sun set, they made camp near Lake Keyra. Janco wilted under the weight of his pack and deep lines of exhaustion etched his face.
“I’ll take first watch.” Ari offered after they ate dinner.
Janco flashed him a grateful smile and collapsed onto his bed roll. Ari moved away from the small camp fire to let his eyes adjust to the darkness. He circled their campsite, halting every ten steps to listen for odd noises. Ari doubted they would encounter trouble so early in their search.
When the moon rose, he returned to the dying campfire. Embers pulsed with a weak glow and Ari bent to add wood, stirring the fire to life. A small flame erupted.
Then the world paused. All the nighttime noises ceased. Movement froze. But it seemed only Ari was affected. The single flame had tripled in size by the time Ari reconnected with the world around him.
A shuffling step sounded behind him. He spun, reaching for his sword. It wasn’t in his scabbard. Men dressed in colorful robes surrounded Ari. They aimed their scimitars at him.
CHAPTER FOUR
“Ow! Go away!” Still half asleep, Janco swatted at the annoyance. It persisted, pricking him with sharp little jabs. The scar below his right ear tweaked in warning. “What the?” He jerked awake. A tall man wearing an obnoxious dress hovered over him. Although the garment was gaudy, Janco’s gaze had focused on the scimitar inches from his nose.
He rolled away, reaching for his sword, but his scabbard was empty. And now he had two men threatening him with their long blades. Liquid moonlight shone from the sharp metal.
Janco’s insides cramped for a moment. A painful contraction—his body’s reaction to his brain’s acknowledgement that he was seriously screwed. Then it eased. Calm and acceptance flowed. If this was the end, he’d make the most of it.
Glancing around, Janco spotted his partner kneeling in the middle of their camp with his oversized hands laced behind his curly head. Four other men flanked Ari.
“Get up.” The man closest to Janco ordered. The blue and gold stripes on his garment shimmered. “Hands behind your head.” Stripey poked Janco in the back. “Now join your friend.”
Janco shot Ari a poisonous glare as he knelt next to him. “What ja do, Ari? Fall asleep?”
“Ambushed,” Ari said in a flat voice.
Janco recognized the tone. If he gets the chance, Ari would make these men pay for ambushing them.
“We can take them. Three each. I’ll take the left,” Janco said. The men closed around them.
“They’re armed and we’re not,” his partner countered.
“Hasn’t stopped us before. And besides, if they wanted to kill us, we’d be dead by now and would be having an entirely different conversation. I wonder if I’d still be mad at you, or if we would talk in words or pictures. Maybe in smells. That would be cool.”
Their attackers glanced at each other in confusion. Good. It would keep them guessing. Janco drew breath to continue.
Ari interrupted, “Scimitars aren’t their only weapon. They’re magicians.”
His scar ached. Janco resisted the urge to rub it. “Magic.” He spat. “That’s not playing fair.”
“No one ever said life had to be fair,” Ari said.
“My mother did. Made me share with my—”
“Enough,” Stripey ordered. “No more jabbering. You will listen to me.” He frowned at them.
If it wasn’t for their colorful robes, the men would have blended into the darkness. Bald heads drank in the moonlight and bare feet stood in the classic fighting stance. Their family resemblance was unmistakable. Janco guessed the six of them were from the same Sitian clan. And since they favored the scimitar, they were probably from the Sandseed clan. Which, if Janco had the choice, wouldn’t be who he wanted to ambush him.
“We are searching for the same thing,” Stripey said.
“How do you know?” Janco asked.
“I read his mind.” The Sitian pointed to Ari. “Yours was too…chaotic. Too many useless thoughts to wade through.”
A compliment or an insult? Janco guessed compliment and preened.
“Why are you after Rye?” Ari asked.
“His weapon is not a normal blade,” Stripey said.
“I knew it! I told you the sword had a mind of its own. Wait till Maren—”
“Quiet!” Stripey slashed his hand through the air, rendering Janco literally speechless. He struggled to talk, but no sound escaped Janco’s throat.
Ari huffed in amusement. “Wish I could learn that trick,” he muttered.
Janco gave him a pained look.
“Rye’s scimitar is called Pemba and she is very dangerous. Forged with blood magic long ago, Pemba seeks to control the one who holds her hilt. Rye has woken her, and, every time he draws blood with Pemba, she grows stronger.”
“What happens when she gains control of Rye?” Ari asked.
“She will use him to slaughter as many people as possible, drawing even more strength from their blood.”
Janco knew he hated magic for a reason. He struggled to make a sarcastic comment, but couldn’t produce a sound.
“Sword bad. Got it. So why attack us and not Rye?” Ari asked.
“Pemba has gained enough power to counter our magic. We tried to reclaim her last night in the soldier’s barracks, but could not.”
The lack of substance, Janco thought, was magic. He hadn’t dreamed it. And he couldn’t even gloat about it—what a horrible time to lose his voice.
“You didn’t answer my question,” Ari said.
“We need your help in reclaiming the scimitar.”
Janco’s scar burned. Something didn’t jive. Six well-armed men with at least one magician should be able to acquire one scimitar.
As if reading his thoughts—chaotic my ass—Stripey said, “We do not blend in, while you should be able to get close to your colleague and steal her.”
How did Stripey know this weapon was female? Janco studied the Sitians, trying to deduce their motives.
Ari shook his head. “No can do. Valek deals with anything involving magic. When he returns—”
“It will be too late. Pemba will be unstoppable.” Stripey’s grip tightened on his weapon.
Janco noticed the other five men copied their leader’s gesture. Interesting how they all held their scimitars
at hip level and their fighting stances were mirror images of Stripey’s. His scar pulsed with pain, reminding him of his mother poking him with her long fingernails, telling him to use his brain.
An illusion! If Janco could talk, he would have groaned aloud. Stripey was alone. The other five were a magical illusion. He had paid attention when Yelena told him about illusions. But how could he tell Ari?
“The answer’s still no,” Ari said.
“I was not asking.” Stripey stepped close to Janco. The sharp edge of his scimitar touched Janco’s throat. “You will recover Pemba, or your partner will lose his head.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Ari’s partner had a scimitar against his neck. He met Janco’s gaze. The Sandseed magician had offered him an ultimatum. Either do what he wants or Janco loses his head. Ari wasn’t sure if Janco’s frustrated expression was because of the circumstances—he hated to be left behind—or because the magician had taken away Janco’s ability to talk.
Ari began to think Janco’s plan to attack despite the fact they didn’t have weapons was a good one. He unlaced his hands and stood slowly.
“Careful or your friend dies,” the Sandseed said.
Janco’s fingers twitched. He was signaling Ari something about numbers. Five into one and something about an intrusion. Did Janco think there were five more Sandseeds on the way?
“Rye has taken Pemba east. If you hurry, you can catch up with him,” the Sandseed said.
“Won’t work,” Ari said.
“Why not?”
