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Chapter no 15 – JASE

Vow of Thieves (Dance of Thieves, #2)

The tide, there was a rhythm to it.

In.

Out.

It was winning. I felt it pulling me under.

 

 

 

Blackness. It was all I knew. And silence. Had I stopped breathing? But the pain was still there. The pain was everywhere.

I had to be alive.

 

 

 

Burning. Wet. My skin, my lips, everything on fire.

Hell. I had to be in hell. And I couldnโ€™t find my way out.

 

 

 

Heโ€™s coming to.

Bloody saints. Not now. Keep him quiet.

I tried to reach up, to feel my eyes, to see if they were open, because I still only saw blackness, but the slight movement ignited a red-hot poker stabbing into my shoulder. I groaned and a hand pressed hard over my mouth.

โ€œShhh,โ€ a voice hissed. โ€œUnless you want to die!โ€

I was still because I couldnโ€™t move. I couldnโ€™t reach up to push the hand away. I heard something creak over my head. A wooden floor? Muffled voices.

No love lost between us and the Ballengers โ€ฆ

โ€ฆ burned us out โ€ฆ

If any were here, weโ€™d be the first to hand them over โ€ฆ Good riddance, I say.

If you do see him, youโ€™re to report it immediately.

I heard the sound of horses riding away, and the hand lifted from my mouth.

I felt myself slipping again, falling back into some dark cave. โ€œWho are you?โ€ I whispered.

โ€œKerry.โ€

โ€œKerry of Fogswallow?โ€

โ€œHow many Kerrys do you know?โ€

Only one. A small child was able to hold me down.

 

 

 

The heavy scent of burning tallow stirred me awake. When I opened my eyes, a candle flickered in a glass lamp and shadows shifted on walls. Barrels lined the room, and there were rushes scattered across the floor. I was lying on a pallet. Caemus sat next to me on a milking stool. Shadows filled the hollows of his face. None of it made sense. What was I doing here? What had happened to me? And then, bit by bit, the black fog rolled back. We had been attacked. Kazi and Iโ€”

I tried to rise, but instead I sucked in a sharp breath, coughed, and pain shot through my chest.

โ€œHold on, there,โ€ Caemus said, gently holding me down. โ€œYouโ€™ve barely got one foot out of that underworld. Donโ€™t go stepping back into it.โ€

โ€œWhere am I?โ€ I whispered.

โ€œThe root cellar. Lucky thing you dug it. Donโ€™t know where else weโ€™d hide you.โ€ He poured water from a pitcher into a cup. โ€œHere,โ€ he said, bringing the water to my lips. I struggled to drink. Even my tongue ached. It was dry, coated, and salty. My lips were cracked, and I shook with the effort of lifting my head, even with Caemusโ€™s help.

He set the cup aside. โ€œThatโ€™s enough for now. We didnโ€™t think you were going to make it at all. Youโ€™ve been in and out for days now.โ€

I couldnโ€™t remember any of it. โ€œWhereโ€™s Kazi? Why isnโ€™t she here?โ€

And then the fog rolled back a little farther. Baricha. I had told her to run, to get away, but instead she jumped from her horse and fought them, beating them away from me, ordering the horses to run. She killed one, and then another, and then a fistโ€”a fist punched into her stomachโ€”but I couldnโ€™t move. I couldnโ€™t get to her. I couldnโ€™t do anything. I had never felt more helpless. Baricha. Tigone ran into the forest. Metal flashed, voices shouted, the world faded in and out. Pieces were all I could rememberโ€” slamming to the ground, footsteps, someone lifting me.

โ€œHe only brought you.โ€

โ€œHe? Someone brought me here? Who was it?โ€

โ€œI donโ€™t know. It was dark, the middle of the night. He didnโ€™t say his name, and it was hard to get a good look at him. I think he wanted it that way. He told me to take care of youโ€”to do my best, but not to call a healer. He said they were watching all the healers, following them. He tried to give me coin for your safekeeping, but I wouldnโ€™t take it. Before he left, he wiggled your ring off your finger. Said he needed it, and I didnโ€™t argue, seeing as he was trying to save your life.โ€

They.

They were watching healers. โ€œWho are they?โ€

โ€œI donโ€™t know. We havenโ€™t gone back since the fires. Weโ€™re making do with what supplies we have here. Itโ€™s too dangerous in town.โ€

He had to tell me twice. Maybe three times. I was still drifting in and out, trying to grasp his details. Taking sips of water. Coughing. Still feeling like I had a foot in an underworld that didnโ€™t want to let me go.

He said that about two months ago there had been a bad fire. The north livery burned down. All the horses inside died. The next night there was another fire and then a raid on a caravan. More trouble came after that, but he and the rest of the settlers had stayed away, afraid of being hit on the trail, not to mention that since five Vendan soldiers had absconded with the Patrei, Vendans hadnโ€™t exactly been welcome in town. Except for a hurried trip to get some medicine at the apothecary, they hadnโ€™t been back. Caemus mostly kept his head down, not wanting to be noticed, but from the little he gathered from whispers at the apothecary, it seemed the Ballengers had

been running everywhere, trying to stop whoever was stirring up the mayhem before an army had marched in and taken everything over.

โ€œAn army?โ€ I asked. Each new bit of information he gave me seemed to twist into something more impossible. โ€œWhat army?โ€

โ€œI donโ€™t know, but I heard thereโ€™s a lot of them. I got a glimpse of a few as I rode in.โ€

An army from where? A neighboring kingdom? Or had the leagues joined forces? I thought about Fertigโ€™s gang and Kaziโ€™s observation that they were well trained.

โ€œAnd Torโ€™s Watch?โ€ I already knew the answer. I had seen the broken spires, the walls. But I still couldnโ€™t understand how. Our defenses were impenetrable. Our walls, our guards, our vantage point, and the steep grade leading to Torโ€™s Watchโ€”an army with a dozen ballistae couldnโ€™t breach our walls. Our archers would take them out before they were even in range. โ€œHow did they bring down the wall?โ€

Again, he said he didnโ€™t know for sure, but he said they had weapons unlike anything he had ever seen. โ€œWord is, the whole nave of the temple is gone and that one shot brought it down. The apothecaryโ€™s wife said they did it just to get everyoneโ€™s attention. It worked. No oneโ€™s challenging them now.โ€

This was not an army coming in to rescue a town. It was an invasion.

Paxton, Rybart, and Truko. It had to be. They had joined forces.

I was afraid to ask, but more afraid not to. โ€œWhat did the weapons look like?โ€

โ€œThat was the strange part,โ€ he said. โ€œThey werenโ€™t that large. They carried them on their shoulders.โ€ He went on in some detail. They sounded exactly like the launchers Beaufort was designing for usโ€”the ones we never got.

โ€œWhat about Kazi? Do you know where she is? Do they have her?โ€

He shook his head. โ€œDonโ€™t know. The man who brought you didnโ€™t say, and like I said, we havenโ€™t been back to town.โ€

But I did know. They had her. She was their prisoner. That was the only way Kazi wouldnโ€™t be here beside me. Unlessโ€”

I remembered them swarming over us, black shadows moving over the dark hillside.

โ€œI have to get toโ€”โ€ I leaned over on an elbow, trying to sit up, then fell back, unable to breathe. Caemus cursed, saying I was going to break open the wounds that Jurga had stitched shut.

โ€œYouโ€™re not going anywhere. Even if she is in town you wouldnโ€™t be any help to her, not with the shape youโ€™re in. And not with just one of you, and hundreds of them.โ€

โ€œBut my family. They couldโ€”โ€

โ€œTheyโ€™re not helping either. Theyโ€™re all hiding inside that mountain of yours. I know that much.โ€

The vault. And that meant it was really bad.

โ€œI have to get to them. Theyโ€™ll know what we were up against. Theyโ€™ll help me findโ€”โ€ But then I felt the black fog rolling back in, and my eyelids eased shut against my will. I was afraid I might not open them again, afraid that this time the underworld might pull me under and not let go.

The cellar, the musty air, the pain, everything slipped away.

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