Текст книги "Mark of the Thief"

Автор книги: Jennifer A. Nielsen

сообщить о нарушении

Текущая страница: 14 (всего у книги 18 страниц)

It took everything I had to get to my feet. There was little left in me but the desire to see my sister, and that would have to be enough. Crispus ran back with the bulla in his hands. He hung it around my neck, and it immediately began to supplement my energy.

“I’ll come with you.” Crispus’s offer was stupid, but brave. Two words that accurately described me at the moment as well.

“It won’t be safe,” I said. “Please don’t.”

“Better hurry,” Radulf said, for only me to hear. “I won’t allow Livia to remain there for long.”

I did hurry, leaving the same way I had come. Once I was outside, I wasn’t sure which way to go, but then saw a strange light, pulsing and floating midair, beckoning me out of the gardens and back to the road beyond the bath walls.

With every step, the bulla continued adding to my strength. I only hoped it would be enough for when I found Livia – if I found Livia. Radulf wouldn’t make it easy.

But once I got farther out, I saw her from a distance, lit by starlight. She stood on a narrow road between lines of small, thatched-roof homes, dressed in a long, pale yellow tunic, and with her hair pulled back in braids. Never before had I seen her in such fine clothes. She seemed to be looking around, as if trying to find someone. Maybe me.

“Livia!” I called as I ran toward her. “How did you get here?”

But she didn’t answer. And then I came to the right angle to understand why. She was a trick of light, Radulf’s plan to pull me outside. Exactly what I had feared, and what Aurelia had warned me about.

“Where is the real Livia?” I yelled. “Why did you take her?”

The trick of light that had been Livia shifted. Her image dissolved, which almost felt like losing her again. But worse still, as she faded, Radulf appeared in her place.

He wasn’t really here either, or at least, I didn’t think he was. But some part of his consciousness was standing directly in front of me.

“How did you do that?” I asked.

“A trick like this isn’t even complicated magic. Wait until you see everything I can do.”

“Try it, and then you’ll see everything I can do too,” I muttered. “Mine is worse.” That last part was a lie, one neither of us believed.

He frowned at me. “Why must we fight? It doesn’t have to be this way.”

“I disagree. I think this is exactly the way things must be.”

“Livia is a part of my household now. She says I am like Halden, the father she never knew.”

My brows furrowed at the mention of my father. Even if Livia had known his name, he would’ve been nothing like Radulf. Surely she didn’t believe that.

“Your mother could come here as well. You’d have your family back, Nic.”

“Nobody knows where my mother is,” I said.

“Are you sure? What if I am the only one who does know? What would you trade for that information?” He laughed and reached out one hand. “I see the bulla responding to the moonlight. Give it to me. Now.”

It was glowing as brightly as when it had first shone in Crispus’s atrium. I wrapped a hand around the bulla and felt its growing burn. “You’re not here. You couldn’t take it even if I tried to give it to you.”

“I’m here enough.”

“Nic, who are you talking to?” Aurelia ran up behind me. Crispus was with her.

“Go away!” I shouted back to them. “Please!”

Aurelia pulled out her knife. “Tell me who’s here. Is it Radulf?”

So she couldn’t see him? Only me. In his arrogance, Radulf smiled and said, “Ah, so you have another friend now? Are you sure you can trust them?”

“More than I’ll ever trust you,” I shouted.

He only laughed at that. “You’re probably right. Though if you can’t protect yourself from me, how can you protect them?”

I turned back to Aurelia and Crispus. “Get back inside. Now!”

“Nobody’s here, Nic. This is only happening inside your head.” Aurelia stepped forward and grabbed my arm, but I shook it off.

Worse still, I noticed that families from the thatch homes had heard the noise and begun to wander outside. If Crispus and Aurelia couldn’t see Radulf, then neither could they. All they would see was the boy from the amphitheater, wearing a glowing bulla worth years of their income, yelling at an empty road. Now I was not only dangerous and valuable; I was a madman as well.

“Let’s go home.” Crispus spoke gently, like I was a child. “All of us together. C’mon, Nic.”

But my attention flew back to Radulf, who said, “Two hundred years ago, while Nero was emperor, a great fire destroyed nearly all of Rome. It burned for six days and nights. Some think that Nero started the fire himself, to clear away old homes and make room for his new palace.” He paused and looked at the thatch homes around him. Not everyone had come outside. But those who had were pointing at me, no doubt thinking about the reward my capture could give them.

“Do you think that story’s true, Nic? Would a leader of Rome, even their hero, really harm his own people to get something he wanted?”

“No.” Panic rose inside me. “Don’t do this!”

But he raised his hands together and a ball of fire formed between them. He threw it at the home closest to him, which immediately lit with flame. The people around it screamed and went running. More people emptied from their homes as Radulf formed a second ball of fire, and then a third. Within seconds, homes on both sides of the road were engulfed in flame, and it was spreading.

I looked around, unsure of my capabilities, but certain I had to do something. I glanced up at the skies, wondering if it was possible to create a rainstorm. If it was, I had no idea how to make it happen. Maybe that was a good thing anyway – I didn’t dare stay out here if the storm also created lightning. I had to think of something else. Aurelia was yelling at me from behind, and Crispus was likely doing the same, but I couldn’t hear either of them. Why couldn’t they have stayed in the baths when I asked them to?

The baths!

I turned my focus there, on the open-air pool. Could I do that, pull at something so formless and vast as all that water? I had to try.

I gathered the bulla’s magic in my arms and then used it to call to the water. I didn’t need much – just enough to put out the fires. For a few moments, I wasn’t sure if anything would happen, but then above the noise of burning and the people’s cries, I heard the splashing of water. It traveled as if through an invisible tube, and with each hand, I sent half to each row of homes, letting it rain down on them like waterfalls. But, as with everything I attempted, there was so much more water than I had intended. It came down like an ocean had overturned on us, creating a river in the streets that forced the people still there to run behind me, away from the deluge.

I hoped that at least it would carry Radulf away in its current, but it didn’t. He wasn’t truly here, so the water passed through him like he was made of air.

“You are stronger than I thought.” For the first time, Radulf sounded worried. Then his voice turned icy. “But only because of that bulla. No matter how much power it has, you will always be weaker than me. Because I don’t care about any of those people behind you. I will sacrifice them all to get that bulla!”

“Everyone get out of here!” I yelled to the crowd.

“Why?” a man yelled back. “So you can finish destroying our homes? Get him!”

I threw a hand toward them, intending to create some sort of invisible barrier between us. Instead, it threw the people back, like they had been pushed by giants. Where they had stood, a vast ditch opened up in the ground, too wide for them to jump and too deep for them to climb through. One man fell in while trying to lunge at me, and I yelled for the others to help him get out, then to stay back.

Ahead of me, Radulf snarled and drew in a deep breath so forceful that it pulled in dirt from the higher grounds, which writhed and swirled around him like a horde of angry snakes. Once it had collected, he threw everything forward. It came at me like a storm, full of violent wind, dust, and rocks that hit me head-on.

I held up both hands, hoping to contain enough of the storm to protect Crispus and Aurelia, and the others behind me. They might not be able to see Radulf, and for all I knew, they couldn’t see this storm either, but surely they’d be able to feel it.

Radulf continued sending anything his fierce wind could pick up, rocks and downed branches and parts of the homes that were shredding apart. I didn’t dare let it fly past me and hit someone else, so I took all of it, absorbing the blows as best as I could.

“What is he doing?” I vaguely heard Aurelia shouting behind me. “Crispus, help me across! We have to grab him.”

I didn’t know how she intended to get across the ditch, or if Crispus was helping her, but I couldn’t pay attention to them now. Instead, I pulled my hands together and tried to gather the storm, letting it build in my hands the same way it had done for Radulf.

Before I’d finished, Aurelia’s hands were on my shoulders and she was saying something. Radulf smiled. “You know the truth about her, don’t you?”

That caught me off guard, but only for a moment before I threw what I had gathered back to Radulf. The storm left my hands with the strength of the bulla, making it far worse than what he had done to me. It knocked him backward, and when he sat up again, a long scratch was on his cheek.

“Thank you, Nic,” he said calmly. “Now I know exactly what you’re capable of. I will be ready when we meet in person, and I promise to bring the whole of my powers against you.”

And then he disappeared.

I lowered my arms and only then turned to Crispus and Aurelia. Their faces registered horror when they saw me. Behind them, the families stood in clumps, frightened by what I’d done, maybe angry too. A fallen plank of wood was lying across the ditch, which they must have used to get across. With the wind Radulf had created, it could never have remained in place … unless the storm was invisible too. Nobody felt it, or saw anything other than my standing in front of them, fighting something they could not perceive.

“Your face!” Crispus said.

I felt with my fingers the cuts and bruises I already knew were there. But I tried to smile through it and said, “I’ve looked worse before.”

Aurelia shook her head. “No, you haven’t. The corpses of Pompeii look better than you do.” But then she smiled too, a little.

I put my hand on the bulla, which was beginning to cool, and though we remained in the moonlight, its glow was fading. Perhaps because I had faded too.

Crispus offered me his arm for support and said, “Whatever that was, Nic, it looked like you were attacking those homes, all of these people.”

“I wasn’t,” I whispered.

“We know.” Aurelia drew out her knife and yelled to the crowd, “Everyone get back. Let him pass through!”

They did. With me leaning on Crispus, we waded past them through the muddy waters. His wagon was waiting near the baths, which, thankfully, wasn’t far away.

“Where’s Caela?” I wanted to bring her to Valerius’s home. For her sake, and mine.

“She flew away.” Aurelia’s voice was gentle now. “We couldn’t stop her. I’m sorry.”

I pressed my lips together and gazed over the skies, hoping to see her. It would’ve been nice if she cared for me as much as I did for her.

“Let’s go,” Crispus said. “When people get a good look at their homes, they’ll be angry with you.”

“I made things worse. For all of us.”

“At least we know what your magic can do,” he said.

So did Radulf.

He had promised to come back at me with the whole of his magic. Tonight’s display only came from a shadow of who he really was. I lowered my head and let Crispus help me into the back of the wagon. Before getting in, I said, “Radulf knows my limits now, while I only know a piece of what he can do. What I have won’t be enough to defeat him.”

After returning to the senator’s home, I went directly into my room, so tired that in my final moments before falling asleep, I wasn’t entirely sure whether I’d chosen the bed or the floor. I slept for a while, but the night was so warm, I eventually gave up and wandered outside to practice again, alone.

Shortly after sunrise, I returned for the morning meal, but hesitated in the doorway, not sure how Valerius would greet me. I was prepared for anything from a sharp scolding to full arrest.

Actually, the arrest seemed most likely. So really, I was prepared to run.

But when he saw me coming, Valerius stood and greeted me warmly, and invited me to sit beside him. Certain it must be some sort of trick, I glanced behind me for the closest escape, but then I saw Crispus and Aurelia already reclined comfortably around the table, and figured everything must be safe.

“Your face looks better than I expected,” Valerius said. So he knew.

I touched my cheek. The tenderness of bruising had disappeared and I only felt one remaining scratch along my forehead. Even that wasn’t as bad as it ought to have been. “I think I heal faster … than usual.” Looking over the group in front of me, I said, “If I’ve put any of you in danger —”

For a moment, Valerius’s eyes seemed to redden, but then he shook it off and said, “You’re a good person, Nic. Too good for this net you’re caught up in, and I’m sorry for that. Now come and eat.”

I sat between Valerius and Aurelia. As a kindness, she already had piled my plate with food and set it down in front of me. I dug into it immediately.

“I explained everything to Father,” Crispus said.

“And I believe it’s good news,” Valerius added. “Your magic is growing in strength and in control. You directed the water over those fires, and it obeyed.”

“More than I wanted. I might’ve put out the fires, but I also flooded their homes.”

“Who cares about their homes?”

“I care! And you’re a senator, you should care too!”

“Nic, my only concern right now is what you can do, and you showed progress last night.”

“Radulf wasn’t really there, only a whisper of him. It will be different once we come face-to-face.”

Valerius stared directly into my eyes. “But I believe in you. I believe your strength will grow to match his. After all, you have the bulla, and he does not.”

“You’re asking too much of Nic,” Aurelia said. “Learning magic takes more than a few hours in a field.”

Valerius’s features hardened when he faced her. “But it’s better to fight Radulf on our timing, not his.”

“Not if this is your timing. And not if Nic has to go back into the arena. It’s not an equal match.”

“When would it ever be equal? Besides, fighting Radulf is Nic’s plan, not mine. He knows what he’s up against better than anyone.” Valerius shook his head. “I want him to win, Aurelia, just as you do.”

“Do you?” she asked. “Because there are other ways —”

“If there were an easier way, I would’ve found it already. But no fears, I have a plan. Crispus, show us the banner.”

Crispus reached behind him, then stood and unrolled the large maroon banner of Rome. In vertical gold letters across the top were the letters SPQR, standing for Senatus Populusque Romanus. The Senate and People of Rome. A picture of a sickle and pruning knife had been emblazoned in the center of it, and the family name, Gens Horatius, was stitched along the bottom.

“For generations, this banner has represented the house of Senator Horatio,” Valerius said. “At tomorrow’s games in the amphitheater, I will hold this banner high and ask the people to cheer Horatio for his support of the empire. Once he sees the people on the emperor’s side, he won’t dare join Radulf.”

“Join Radulf?” Aurelia sniffed angrily. “Horatio is no traitor. He’s the presiding magistrate of the Senate. Second only to the emperor.”

“Which is why he must be stopped!” I turned back to Valerius. “Do you think this will keep Horatio from acting?”

“I hope so, though I’m afraid it won’t stop Radulf. Once he sees you in the arena, he will attack.”

“And then the people will understand what a monster he really is.” I shrugged, ignoring the growing pit in my gut. “It sounds simple enough.”

“Which is reason to doubt this plan,” Aurelia said. “Please forgive me, Senator Valerius. I know you are older and wiser than me, but you are wrong about Horatio’s loyalties, and it’s a foolish plan.”

“I am older and wiser,” Valerius said indignantly. “My plan will work.”

Aurelia stiffened at that. “You didn’t see Nic last night! He didn’t win. Nic barely held his own, and that was only because Radulf was testing his limits. Now Radulf knows exactly what Nic can do. How can we be sure you’re not trying to get Nic killed?”

“How dare you?” Valerius raised his voice, both angry and offended. “Nic is condemned by the emperor himself. Do you know what could happen to me if he’s discovered here? Why would I risk myself and my family if I wanted him dead?”

She shrank against the force of his anger, then gathered her courage enough to say, “You don’t understand —”

“And you do?” Valerius asked. “Who are you? A girl of the streets, of the sewers even? You have no education, no family name, and yet you question my plans to save the empire? All you have is that crepundia, proof that you were unacceptable to the family who gave you life!”

Tears welled in Aurelia’s eyes, then she pulled the crepundia over her head and threw it on the table. She gave me one last look before getting to her feet and running from the room.

“Father, you shouldn’t have said all that,” Crispus whispered.

“I know. That was cruel of me.” Valerius sighed, then he looked at me. “It’s not a perfect plan, and I know it doesn’t avoid a fight with Radulf, but I sincerely believe it’s our only hope. More important, I am certain it is the only chance you and your sister have.”

I nodded absently, but my attention was on the crepundia. Crispus still stood right behind it, holding up the banner with the sickle and the knife. Similar images were on the crepundia. I picked it up and felt a stab of realization. No, the images were identical.

Aurelia’s father was Senator Horatio.

I grabbed the crepundia and ran after her. She was in the atrium, arms tightly wrapped around herself, and staring at the rainwater falling into the pool. When she heard my footsteps, she turned to me. “What was I thinking, to yell at someone with his station in life? I know he’s shown us so much kindness, even saved our lives, and I’m grateful for that. But I don’t like his plan for you, Nic. I just don’t.”

I ignored that and instead held the crepundia out to her. I was so angry that it shook in my hand. “How long have you known Horatio is your father?”

Her mouth fell open and she seemed to be struggling for words. “How did you —”

“How long, Aurelia? Did you know at the beginning, when you threatened to bring me to him? Have you known all this time?”

She nodded, slowly. “That’s why it was so important to go to him. Once I proved who I was, I figured I could protect you.”

“You figured? But you didn’t know, did you. You weren’t trying to help me, or even to help Rome. I was only your ticket to getting close to him.”

Tears filled her eyes. “Yes, I did need you. How else could a sewer girl get the attention of the Senate’s presiding magistrate? But I wasn’t doing it only for me. Horatio can’t be as bad as Valerius says, and maybe he’d even help you. The best chance you have is if we face him together.”

“You’re wrong!” I spat the words back at her. “Valerius might have a dangerous plan, but it’s my only chance at freedom. The best I’d get from Horatio is a return to the mines, and probably something much worse. You know that, Aurelia!”

The tears overflowed onto her cheeks, painting wet lines wherever they fell. “I should’ve told you who my father was. I almost did, but each time I started to, I grew afraid of what you’d think.”

“Here’s what I think,” I said. “I think you lied to me. I think you used me. And I think you should leave. You have your reward money from Valerius. That will buy you enough status to get your audience with Horatio. Go and beg him to bring you home again. Because you won’t find a home anywhere near me!”

“Nic, I’m your friend!”

That was oil to the fire I already felt inside, and I nearly exploded. “A friend would’ve done what was best for me, not used me for her own purposes. A friend would’ve told me the truth!”

“Nic, please —”

“You would have sacrificed my life to get what you most want. So from now on, I fight for me. Not for your father’s sake, or Rome’s, and especially not for yours. Good-bye, Aurelia.” I bowed low to her. “Or shall I call you Aurelia, of the house of Quintus Horatio?” When I rose up again, I dropped the crepundia at her feet.

I started to walk away, but immediately there came a pounding at the entry. “Senator Valerius!” a voice announced. “Open up for the presiding magistrate of the Roman Senate. We have information that you are harboring a fugitive of the empire. We want the escaped slave, Nicolas Calva.”