Текст книги "Touch of Power"

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Resuming my inspection, I examined the children on the right side. The second-to-last patient stirred at my touch. He woke, squinting in the lantern light.

“Are you a new nurse?” he asked.

Mindful that this boy could tell Tohon or his nurse about my visit, I chose my words with care. “No, I’m just stopping in to check on everyone. How do you feel?”

“Much better now.” He sat up in bed. His black hair stuck straight up on one side. He glanced around the room with a sad resignation. “I’d thought I was going to die, too.”

Hope touched my heart. Maybe he’d survived the toxin. “How long have you been here?”

He shrugged. “Don’t know. Awhile. Why?”

“Just curious. So you were very sick?”

He nodded. “Everyone here is very sick. This is the dying room.”

I stared at him for a moment. It was all I could do as waves of dismay swept through me.

He stared right back. Suspicion lurked in his golden-brown eyes. “Shouldn’t you know all this?”

The boy acted older than he looked. I crouched down next to his bed so we were eye level. “You’re half right. I am new here so I don’t know everything. But I want to.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t like it when kids are sick.”

“I don’t, either, but no one can stop it.”

“Why not?” I asked.

“We’ve been chosen by King Tohon for an important job. He says we’re helping him learn what medicines are good for his soldiers. And no one disobeys the king.”

The boy reminded me of Flea—wise beyond his years. “How many rooms are there?”

“Three.”

It was difficult to keep my expression neutral. Tohon must have a room for each stage of the toxin. “All filled with kids your age helping the king?”

“Yep.”

“Is there a room for those who have survived?”

Another shrug. “Don’t know.” Then he smiled. “Guess I’ll find out.”

“What’s your name?” I asked.

A guarded look replaced his grin. “Who wants to know?”

“I’m Avry. I’m working for King Tohon, too, but it’s like you said, I can’t refuse the king.”

“I’m Danny.”

I shook his hand. “Danny, can you do me a favor and not tell anyone I was here?”

“Why not?”

“It would get me into trouble with the king. I doubt anyone will ask you, but just in case.”

“Okay.”

“Thanks.” I stood to leave.

“Will you come back and visit me?” Danny asked.

“If I can, I will. However, I have a feeling the king might bring you to me at some point.”

“Why?”

“To help care for his soldiers.”

He hugged his thin arms around his chest and shivered.

I rushed to assure him. “But not as a test subject. As a…nurse.”

“Oh. That would be fun. I hope he does.”

Smiling, I pulled his blankets up as he lay back on his pillow, tucking him in. If he considered being a nurse fun, then he would make a great healer.

My thoughts swirled as I left the room and Tohon’s lab, locking the doors behind me. How many more children would die because of his experiments? How could I stop Tohon? Cutting off his supply of toxin would mean killing all the Death Lilys in the compound. And what would keep him from planting more? Assassination was the only solution I managed to produce. My contract with him hadn’t included a clause for attacking or harming him. But could I? One-on-one, my magic wasn’t strong enough. But with Kerrick’s? Maybe, and only if we fought him in the woods.

I arrived at the infirmary without any memory of the trip. My workers moved around the main room, snuffing the lanterns and attending to the morning chores. Once they understood that the new procedures improved a patient’s health, they were quick to adopt them. Those who refused had been replaced.

Starting near the door, I checked on each patient. A few slept, but most woke with the activity and brightening sunshine. Sweat beaded on the forehead of one soldier, who didn’t stir when I placed a hand on his cheek. His skin burned.

“Emre, when did you last check on Gantin?” I asked.

“Before bed. He was sitting up and making jokes with Lieutenant Fox.”

In the bed next to Gantin, Fox pushed up on an elbow. “He didn’t complain of anything.”

I glanced at the lieutenant. “Gantin wouldn’t. Don’t you remember how he kept quiet the whole time I stitched him up?”

Fox grinned. “No, ma’am, I believe I passed out after the first sight of blood.”

“And you call yourself a soldier,” I teased.

His humor faded. “I call myself a farmer, but King Tohon called me a soldier.”

“We have something in common. He called me, as well. And he’s a hard man to refuse.”

“We could resist,” Fox said. “But then we’d be dead and still working for him.”

I shared a sympathetic look with Fox before I turned to my helper. “Emre, fetch me a tablespoon of fever powder, please.” I inspected Gantin’s stomach wound. It had been stitched closed five days ago, and the sutures would be removed in the next couple of days. No puss or red streaked his skin, therefore no infection. Which meant the cut had gone deeper than it looked, causing internal bleeding or it could be another problem altogether.

Emre returned with the medicine.

I mixed the white powder in a glass of water and handed it to Emre. “Dribble a little of this into his mouth at a time, letting him swallow between them. It should reduce his fever.”

“What if it doesn’t?” Lieutenant Fox’s face creased with concern.

“Then I’ll take care of him personally. Don’t worry.” I moved over to the lieutenant’s bed to let Emre finish the job. “How’s the leg?” I asked him.

“Better.”

“Ready to put weight on it?”

He gave me a queasy look. “No.”

I pulled back his covers and pressed my hands to his right leg. The thigh bone had been broken in three places and I’d had to heal him. His shin bone had also been fractured, but I allowed that one to heal on its own. The leg felt strong.

“I know you’re enjoying being spoiled, but you have to work your muscles. Come on, up on your feet.” I pulled his legs off the bed.

He groaned, but not in pain. “You’re a hard lady to refuse.”

I put his arm around my shoulder and helped him stand. Fox wobbled on one foot, leaning on me.

“Put the other foot down. Your leg will hold. Trust me.”

He cringed in anticipation, but blinked with surprise. Distributing his weight, he straightened.

I beamed at him. “See? I wouldn’t lie to you.” I called another one of my workers over. “Please take the lieutenant for a walk. Once around the room.”

As she led Fox down the aisle, I checked on the next patient. “How’s the arm, Henson?”

He didn’t get a chance to reply. A bang sounded as a group of bloody soldiers pushed through the door. They carried six wounded men. I rushed to them, calling for a few helpers. The injured men were all unconscious, which, considering the severity of their wounds, was a kindness.

It was times like this that I wished for another five healers. All the men needed extreme measures. One died as I inspected the gaping hole in his stomach. Three others wouldn’t make it another hour. The remaining two had the best chance. But which one should I take first? I chose the weaker of the two. Before assuming his injuries, I instructed my helpers on how to keep the other alive. And how to assist with the walking wounded who had carried their buddies here.

My magic felt as if it jumped when I placed my hands on the first soldier. He had broken five ribs and one had pierced his lung. Breathing became difficult as pain ringed my chest; I collapsed on an empty bed. The commotion in the infirmary faded.

Darkness had fallen by the time I woke. Voices muttered, but no one in the infirmary was awake. In fact, it appeared as if everyone had been tucked in for the night. I reached over to the man lying in the bed next to me. The second man had survived the day and his pulse felt strong. Emre dozed in a chair next to him.

Before healing the soldier, I woke Emre.

“What’s the status on Gantin?” I asked.

“Better. No fever and resting quietly.”

“Good. Go to bed, Emre. I’ve got this one.” Plus the night nurses would be doing their rounds soon.

The voices outside stopped when Emre left. I would have ignored them except I heard Estrid’s name. The injured man would last a few more minutes. My ribs ached as I stood and searched for the source of the voices. They came from behind the infirmary. I crept back to my office. Glad the high window had been opened and no lanterns had been lit in here, I climbed up on my desk to peek outside.

Two men talked in low tones. My eyes needed a minute to adjust to the darkness. A weak yellow glow from the infirmary’s windows shone on them and the four dead bodies. The bodies had been covered with linen sheets and laid in the large stone basin, waiting to be prepared for a proper burial. Since I started here, we hadn’t had to use the prep area.

I recognized the one man as the captain of the injured unit. Tohon was the other.

“…sure, Captain?” Tohon asked.

“Yes, sire. No one matching that description was among the attackers. All wore Estrid’s red uniforms except for those three I described.”

I wondered if the three were Belen, Loren and Quain. That would mean Tohon had been asking about Kerrick.

“Explain to me again how their smaller force overwhelmed yours?” Tohon didn’t sound happy.

“We had no warning, sire. It was the middle of the night, in the middle of a town in Vyg that we had secured months ago. It was a small group who attacked. They came in quick, and left just as fast. We gave chase, but lost them in the woods.”

Tohon appeared to consider the information. “Doesn’t your unit have special forces?”

“No, sire. Captain Young’s unit works with them.”

“All right, Captain. Return to your men.” Tohon remained standing next to the dead as the captain walked away.

He waited until the captain rounded the corner before lifting the sheet on the nearest body. Tohon pulled a syringe from his pocket. Shoving the needle into the dead man’s arm, he pushed the plunger. Then he rested his hand on the dead man’s forehead before letting the sheet fall. He did the same thing for the other three, injecting, then touching them. Odd. Was he doing an experiment?

I pressed both my hands to my mouth, muffling a very girlie scream when the first body moved. Tohon yanked the sheet off and helped the formerly dead and naked man stand. Soon the three others joined their comrade. Tohon pushed them and they walked in a line, heading toward the other side of the compound. A tiny macabre parade. He guided the dead men by touch. I watched until the darkness swallowed them.

Sinking down to my desk, I sat there in shock. Tohon had just reanimated the dead. What was in the syringes? Did he use magic? Probably when he touched their foreheads. I had known his special soldiers were dead—without souls—but their bodies hadn’t decayed so I hadn’t been entirely convinced the bodies had ceased to function.

Those four had been dead. No doubt about that. I mulled over the horror, but I couldn’t think of an explanation for what had transpired outside.

“Miss Avry?” The captain stood in the doorway of my office. “My sergeant doesn’t look good. He’s coughing up blood.”

Spurred into action, I slid off the desk. “Sorry, I needed a glass of water.” I followed him back to the sergeant.

The man’s body convulsed as he sputtered. His ribs had been broken as well, but his spleen had also been damaged.

“How did they get hurt?” I asked.

“A man the size of a bear came up from behind, picked him up and squeezed. He did it to both of them.” The captain shook his head. “I’d take a sword to the gut rather than be hugged to death.”

Only Belen had the strength. “Neither of these men will die from their injuries.”

“They might die of embarrassment.”

I laughed. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”

“Deal.” The captain shook my hand, but then he sobered. “Thanks for saving them.”

“I wish I could have saved them all.”

“It took us too long to bring them here. You should be in the field with us.”

“I should. Talk to Tohon.”

“My superior officer has already tried. His request was denied.”

“Perhaps next time you could send a runner and I could meet you halfway.”

“I’d like to be optimistic and say there won’t be a next time, but Estrid has gone on the offensive and I think it’ll just be a matter of time.” He sighed. “In case we need you again, I’ll remember to send word.”

“Then I hope I don’t hear from you.” I meant what I said. If Ryne stopped Tohon, then the war would be over. Until Estrid decided she didn’t like sharing power with Ryne.

The captain nodded. I assumed the sergeant’s injuries and returned to my bed. For now, one problem at a time was all I could handle.

More midnight attacks harried Tohon’s troops, which meant more soldiers for me to heal. On the fourth evening since I’d seen Kerrick in the garden, Tohon visited the infirmary. He walked around the main room, talking with the patients. When he finished, he gestured for me to follow him into my office.

He closed the door, then sat on the edge of my desk. “I’m leaving tomorrow morning for a few days. Estrid’s holy army is getting feisty and needs to be taught a lesson.”

Not sure why he confided in me, I asked, “Should I prep for more wounded?”

“Not too many more. I’m taking my special soldiers. They should upset Estrid’s sensibilities.”

I waited for him to get to the point.

He slid off the desk and stood close to me. “I debated taking you with me.”

Not good. I kept my expression neutral. “And?”

“You’re more useful to me here.” He reached to touch my face.

I stepped back. “Do you know when you’ll return?”

“Why? Are you going to miss me?”

“I’m assuming when you return, there will be fewer wounded. I just wanted to gauge how much longer to expect casualties.”

“I should be back within the week.” He moved toward me again.

Retreating, I bumped into the wall.

Tohon pressed his hands on the wall on either side of me. He leaned in. “We’ve been so busy. I’ve missed you.”

His lips brushed mine and a spark of heat shot through me.

“You’re exhausted, my dear. Please don’t overexert yourself for my men. You’re more valuable than they are. Even if they’re dead, they continue to serve me.”

I opened my mouth to ask a question, but he cut me off with a deeper kiss. This time Tohon’s magic buzzed through my body, turning my willpower into goo. Without thought or any control on my part, my arms wrapped around his torso as I pressed against him. Still locked in a kiss, the room spun…or was that me? The next thing I knew, I lay on top of the desk completely at his mercy.

The logical part of me had retreated to a small corner of my mind. It commented on the direness of the situation out of habit. Unfortunately, nothing could be done at this point. His life magic had overloaded my senses.

Tohon broke off the kiss. And I think I whimpered in protest.

“I’m getting tired of chasing you, my dear. Perhaps this little reminder of what I’m capable of will make you more willing to meet me halfway.”

My senses returned. I clutched his arms before he could pull back. “Is this what you really want, Tohon? A lover forced by magic to be with you? Why not find someone who loves you without using your magic?”

A dangerous glint shone in his eyes. “Where’s the challenge in that?” He pulled away.

“How is using your magic a challenge? I’d call that cheating. The true challenge would be to not use your magic at all.”

“What are you suggesting?”

He used the same phrase as Kerrick had. I wondered if they had learned that technique in school. “I’m suggesting you find a woman who will love you. A lady who hasn’t been influenced by your magic.”

“And that’s not you?” His voice stayed flat.

I stood on very thin ground. “You just used your magic on me.”

“What if I hadn’t?”

The ground crumbled beneath my feet. “There are…things about you I can’t accept.”

“Kerrick has killed people, as well.”

“I know, but he doesn’t turn them into dead soldiers.”

“Anything else?”

“The Death Lilys. I can guess the next logical step in your experiments with the toxin.” No sense letting him know I found the children.

“We need more healers.”

“We do, but your methods are immoral.”

He considered. “Do you realize your honesty could make your situation worse?”

“Yes.”

“Then why are telling me all this?”

Good question. “I don’t know.”

“Perhaps you’re scared.”

“Of course I’m scared. It’s bad enough that my own magic sends my heart reeling when you touch me. But when you use your magic, all my self-control is gone.”

“I was thinking you’re more scared that the things you can’t accept about me won’t matter to you once you get to know me better.”

Wow. This man was seriously deluded. I thought it best to stop with the honesty before I dug myself in deeper.

He took my silence as acceptance. “The heart is a strange beast and not ruled by logic, Avry. I think you’ve already figured that out.”

Tohon left the next morning. I checked my patients and discharged a few. Both Gantin and Fox were strong enough to return to the barracks. Keeping busy all day, I tried not to dwell on what might happen this evening. All the soldiers in the compound were used to seeing me go between the infirmary and castle at all hours of the night. I had swiped and hidden a uniform close to Sepp’s size in my office.

I debated about Danny. The boy shouldn’t remain with Tohon, but after I healed Ryne, I wouldn’t be able to teach him if he developed healing powers. If not, he still shouldn’t be here. If there was time, I decided to send Danny with Ryne and Sepp. Kerrick and Sepp could teach him about magic, and I would give him my journal of notes. If there wasn’t, I would help him escape before the plague symptoms incapacitated me. And if I wasn’t locked in the dungeon.

The day seemed to drag. I practiced with my throwing knives, but it was more to burn off my anxiety. When I healed another person, a connection was forged. An emotional attachment like a sense of ownership that was impossible to ignore. They were my patients. My scars all had names and the thought of injuring a soldier I had healed—even if it was one of Tohon’s—made me queasy.

Finally, the sun set and I tried to sleep for a few hours on an empty bed in the infirmary. My thoughts churned, making it impossible to relax, so I retreated to my office and waited for Sepp.

When he arrived, I almost jumped out of my skin.

“Any trouble?” I asked him.

He looked the same. “No. No one’s insane enough to scale the outer wall. Your note said the Lilys won’t harm Ryne. Are you sure?”

Note? “Didn’t…?” Kerrick’s name hovered on my lips, but I swallowed it back instinctively. “Yes, I’m sure. As long as he’s with you.”

If Sepp noticed my stumble, he didn’t react. I handed him the uniform and turned around. He fussed about changing. I really didn’t miss Sepp these past three weeks. In fact, I’d take Kerrick in a bad mood over Sepp any day.

When he was ready, we crossed to the castle. Only a few soldiers lingered outdoors. We entered without any problems. Lighting a lantern, I led him to the coffin room. Nothing had changed.

Sepp tsked over the display of death. “Typical of Tohon to be so showy.” He tapped on the glass. “What keeps the other two from decaying?”

I glanced at Ryne, then the others. The difference between them and Ryne showed in the pallor of their skin. Sepp had said his powers were the exact opposite of Tohon’s. I considered Sepp’s death magic and how he froze life in a fake death. Perhaps Tohon froze death in a fake life.

“Could their bodies be in a stasis similar to the one you used for Ryne?” I asked. “That would explain why they haven’t decomposed.”

Sepp shot me a surprised look. “That’s possible.” Then he turned to a dark corner of the room. “Did she get it right, Tohon?”

Chapter 25

“She has it half right,” Tohon said. He stepped from the dark corner.

The shock left me breathless and gasping, as if I’d fallen into an icy river.

“Surprised to see me, my dear?” He gestured to Sepp. “Have you ever heard the term opposites attract?”

“When…?”

“We first met at the Healer’s Guild before the plague,” Sepp said. “We got along rather well except we disagreed about helping the Guild.”

Frozen, I chipped at my confusion. “Is that how you found Ryne? Through Sepp?” I asked Tohon.

“No. Kerrick is so predictable with his caves. Eventually, my men discovered the area where Ryne’s guards had been taking their sunlight breaks. Then it was just a matter of time.”

“He ambushed me,” Sepp said. “But he spared my life and convinced me he is right. Tohon’s going to unite all the Realms and bring peace to everyone. Think about it, Avry. It took Kerrick two years to find you. During that time, Estrid has moved west and Tohon built his army. Two years lost. I wasn’t going to waste my gifts for the losing team. Bad enough you didn’t arrive at the cave when you should have. I almost died from the infection.” His tone was peevish.

“I’m regretting that already,” I said. But his words when you should have clanked. Tohon had been the one to delay me. Was that on purpose?

“Oh, you’ll be regretting much more, my dear.”

Just when I thought that wasn’t possible, Sepp asked, “You have an empty coffin. Do you want me to put her into a stasis?”

I clamped down on a cry of dismay.

“What are you thinking, Sepp?” Tohon asked.

“I’ll go to Estrid’s camp, find Kerrick, tell him Avry’s plan failed and that she’s in here. He’ll come rescue her, and we’ll set another trap for him.”

“Rather time-consuming,” Tohon said. Before Sepp could protest, he continued. “Kerrick’s already here.”

Pain crushed my chest.

“Here? In the castle?” Sepp seemed surprised.

“No. But he’s around. Probably sulking in the woods nearby.”

“But—”

“He probably watched you climb the wall. When you don’t return and there’s no sign of Ryne or Avry, he’ll come.”

“How can you be so sure?” Sepp asked.

“My people are loyal. There is no way Avry could have sent you a note. And I know Kerrick. He would never let her out of his sight. He talked to you in the garden the night of the party, didn’t he?”

No sense lying now. “Yes.”

“He’s predictable, Sepp. Don’t worry. We’ll have him by this time tomorrow.” Tohon turned to me. “You’re a smart girl, Avry. How can you believe this one man can make a difference?” He swept a hand toward Ryne. “I’ve won. You would have sacrificed your life for nothing. I can see you still don’t believe me. Kerrick has you brainwashed. Sepp, wake Prince Ryne.”

“What?”

“Wake him so we can all watch him die. Once he’s gone, he can join my special forces and I need not bother with him again. Avry can move past this nonsense and try to win back my favor.”

Sepp stared at Tohon for a full minute. I suspected he wasn’t accustomed to being ordered by Tohon. Then he moved to Ryne’s coffin.

“The top pane slides back,” Tohon said.

The death magician pushed on the sheet of glass, uncovering Ryne.

Tohon grabbed my wrist. “Don’t get any ideas, my dear. If you heal him, I’ll just take his life and then bury you.”

Sepp touched Ryne’s face. In less than a heartbeat, Ryne opened his eyes. He smiled at Sepp, but the mage kept his gaze on Tohon. The prince caught on quick. Sitting up in alarm, he scanned the room.

“Welcome to my castle, Ryne.” Tohon switched his grip to my upper arm, yanking me close. “Kerrick found you a healer. Too bad—like you, she’s mine.”

I tried to jerk away, but he sent a wave of pain that turned my muscles to jelly. I sagged to my knees.

“Where’s Kerrick?” Ryne asked. His voice was rough, but steady.

“He’ll be along shortly. Then we’ll have a nice little reunion before you die.” Tohon called for his guards.

Six soldiers appeared from the dark corner. There must be a hidden passageway like the one that connected my room and Tohon’s.

“Escort the prince to an underground suite,” Tohon ordered four of them.

The soldiers surrounded Ryne. The prince climbed from the coffin with dignity and grace. Impressive. He met my gaze and nodded before being led away.

Tohon’s fingers dug into my skin. “What should I do with you, my dear?”

“I—”

“It was a rhetorical question. I know exactly what happens next.”

He pulled me to my feet and leaned close.

“All the comforts and freedoms you’ve enjoyed are gone. You will have to earn your way back into my good graces.” He threw a pair of gloves onto the floor. “Put those on.”

When I didn’t move, his magic blasted through me, sending me back to my knees. Even if I could break away from Tohon, my odds of getting far were slim to none. I slipped on the gloves. He yanked me to my feet, spun me around and held my arms behind my back while one of the guards snapped a pair of manacles on me, cranking them tight around the gloves and my wrists.

“Take her to a cell close to Prince Ryne’s. Make sure her hands remain secured. I don’t trust her.”

The soldiers grabbed my upper arms—one on each side. They led me down so many steps, I lost track of the number. Better to count than to consider the future. Metal doors swung open and clanged shut. Rank odors fouled the air. Metal bars and sickly yellow torches blurred past. I glimpsed Ryne sitting on a big metal shelf that served as a bed in a cell two down from the one they shoved me into. They left, banging the door closed behind them. An empty cell separated us.

My accommodations included the same hard bed as Ryne’s, and a slop pot. I sat on the edge. Wiggling, I tried to slide my body through my arms. It didn’t work. Ryne watched my useless efforts through the bars. And so did the two who took up positions at the end of the hallway. The design of the prison made Ryne and I quite visible to anyone guarding this wing.

“Sorry the rescue failed,” I said.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Avry of Kazan.”

“I remember you. You were one of Tara’s apprentices. How is she doing?”

“Not good. She’s dead.”

He let out a slow breath. “What else have I missed?”

“Make yourself comfortable. This is going to take what’s left of the night.”

I told him about Kerrick’s two-year search and everything that happened since. He didn’t interrupt, but a few of the more alarming incidences caused him to cringe.

“Sepp’s working with Tohon. If it wasn’t for that little surprise, my plan might have worked.” My throat was raw by the time I finished.

“You planned to heal me?” Ryne asked.

“Yes.”

He stared at me as if trying to decide if my answer was genuine or not. “Even knowing you’ll die?”

“Yes.”

He flinched and glanced away. After a few silent moments, he said, “I can’t believe Tohon’s still experimenting with the Death Lily toxin. Even when he knows the danger.”

“Besides the obvious, what danger?”

“He could start another plague.”

Not the answer I’d been expecting. “Did he start the first one?”

“Not directly. He was helping the healers develop an antidote to the toxin. What they thought was an antidote turned into the plague.”

“How do you know?”

“I stole their notes after my sister died.”

“And you added to it,” I said.

“I was furious. The Guild had been doing research without taking the proper precautions. They were playing with dangerous substances. I always worried something like that would happen.”

He confirmed my suspicions about the Guild. “You should be happy that the Guild is gone, then.”

“I’m… It’s not like that. I wanted the handful of researchers in the Guild to be held accountable, not executed. I didn’t know the people would kill healers.” He rested his head in his hands. “I regret my actions. How could you even consider healing me when you knew about my involvement?” Ryne gazed at me as if in awe. “Can you even forgive me?”

“I already have.” Saying the words confirmed my decision in my heart and soul.

“How could you?”

“Two reasons. Kerrick and Belen. I trust them. It’s that simple.” I smiled, remembering Flea had said the exact same thing to me long ago.

“You said Belen is safe with Estrid. But Tohon said Kerrick will be here soon. Has he been captured, as well?”

I explained. “Tohon’s pretty confident Kerrick’ll try to free us.”

“Tohon’s confidence is one of his weaknesses. Although in this case, I’m with Tohon. I hope Kerrick finds a way to outsmart him.”

“Kerrick suspected Sepp wasn’t trustworthy.” I told him about the note. “If he’d known Sepp would double-cross us, he’d never let him come…unless he planned for Sepp to show his hand. But did Kerrick guess Tohon would wake you?”

“Tohon hasn’t changed since school. He likes to gloat. He likes to flaunt it when he has the upper hand—more weaknesses. I’m positive he meant to wake me at some point.”

“But now we have…seven days at most.” Until he died. “How do you feel?” I asked.

“Rotten. Everything aches and I’m sweating.” He lay down.

Stage-two symptoms. “At least you’re not throwing up.”

“Small mercies,” he muttered. “I’m not going to waste my time moping. Right now there’s not much we can do—unless you have a set of lock picks on you?”

He seemed so hopeful, I hated to disappoint him.

Ryne glanced at the guards and lowered his voice. “Aside from the guards doing something stupid, we’re stuck for now. Best thing I can do is learn everything I can about what Tohon is planning. Avry, can you tell me about his dead soldiers?”

I told him what I remembered. Thankfully, I hadn’t seen them since being in Tohon’s castle.

“You believe Tohon is putting them into a stasis right after they die. But he’s injecting them with a medicine or chemical to animate them. Right?” Ryne asked.

“Yes.”

“If we can figure out what substance he’s using, we can stop him from making more. Any ideas?”

I thought of my journal back in my office in the infirmary. It was possible, although unlikely, I had jotted down some useful information. “The Guild had lists of hundreds of different medicines from plants alone. My mentor knew all of them, but I only remember a few.”

“You’ve been with Tohon long enough to learn about his experiments. Has he mentioned anything else?”

“No. All he talked about was the Death Lily…” A memory snagged. When Tohon had injected me with the toxin, my essence had detached from my body. I had no control, but Tohon walked me back to my room and laid me down on the bed. My body had obeyed him. What would happen if he injected the toxin into a body without a soul? Would it do the same?

“Avry?”

I told him about the toxin. “It almost seems too coincidental.”

“It makes sense. The body has already died so the toxin won’t kill it.”