Authors: Ari Marmell
Someone slipped beneath her other arm, balancing her between the two of them, and their pace increased dramatically. Every step, every jostle, every moment was a new blade of anguish, but Widdershins gritted her teeth and let herself be carried along, slowly reawakening.
The hall was choked with smoke, but not nearly so badly as the chamber had been. Olgun's touch, shaky but as comforting as ever, hummed around the edges of her wounds, worked at shoveling the
thickest of the cobwebs from her mind. And finally, she began to more clearly make out what was happening around her.
The man on her left, the one who'd only just appeared, she didn't know, though the general posture and shabby upkeep said “Down-and-out thief” to her. But the other, shorter oneâ¦
Well, though he currently lacked his accustomed ostentatious hat with even more ostentatious featherâwhich he would no doubt claim he had plucked from the tail of a phoenixâshe could not possibly have failed to recognize the ornate mustache or deep-blue eyes, to say nothing of the bright-blue and white and yellow and violet of the tunic and half-cape.
“Renard?!”
Her old Finders' Guild mentor offered a genuine smile between harsh gasps for breath. “As ever and always at your service, Lady Widdershins.”
Had her arm not already been around his shoulders, and were she not currently being dragged at a near running pace through the Guild's chapel, she could have hugged him.
Wait. The
chapel
?! Why theâ
But Shins received her answer before she could ask. Several more of who she presumed were Renard's people waited therein, standing perhaps a third of the way around the chamber from the idol of the Shrouded Godâaround a gaping trapdoor that Widdershins had never known existed!
“Bwuh?” she inquired.
“I know every secret of this place,” Renard said as he gestured for the others to clear a path. “This was the nearest hidden ingress to where I figured you would be. Well, the nearest one I trusted, now that Lisette knows of the concealed passage from the Shrouded Lord's chamber itself.”
“Let us,” a rather more imperious voice insisted, “save the questions and answers until we're clear. If that's all right by all of you?”
Shins craned her neck, wincing at the pain. Almost beside them
was a dark-haired, dark-skinned, darkly-clad woman, of sharp and almost-but-not-quite regal features.
Igraine Vernadoe, priestess of the Shrouded God. Widdershins realized it must have been she who'd been praying earlier.
“Didn't know you cared,” Shins managed with the faintest smile.
“I could still be talked out of it,” Igraine warned as she dropped through the trapdoor.
Renard followed, and the next moments were sheer torment as several hands clasped Widdershins's body andâgently as they could, which under the circumstances wasn't veryâlowered her down. Renard took one of her arms again, Igraine the other, and they proceeded down the cramped, dust-choked, web-bedecked passageway at what could, at best, be described as an impatient shuffle.
“Others not⦔ Shins gagged at the sudden inhalation of dust, sneezed hard, and spent the next minute or so waiting for the world to stop spinning beneath the onrush of pain from her injuries. “Not coming with us?” she finally croaked out.
“I still have a few people loyal to me left in the Guild,” Renard said, drawing an unexplained glare from the priestess. “That's how I knew you were there, dear lady; they dispatched a runner to me the instant you arrived. If all went as planned, in the chaos of the incursion, nobody should be able to identify them as having assisted the âinvaders.' They should have been able to reseal the trap, too, so that the bitch and her people can't follow us.”
“And,” Igraine added as they passed one of the old wooden support struts, “if they do appear to have found the tunnel, we have other safeguards in place.”
Following her gaze, Shins noted a parcel of some sort tied to the beam. A parcel with a fuse protruding from it.
“Notice there are no torches or lanterns?” Renard asked. “Very sensitive fuses. Bring a flame anywhere near them, andâ¦loudness ensues.”
Shins blinked, felt Olgun doingâ¦whatever his equivalent of blinking was. “But I can see.”
“Luminescent fungus. Deliberately cultivated long ago. Of course, anyone who finds the tunnel but doesn't know about that is going to assume they require a torch⦔
“Got it. Thereby loudness.”
“Precisely.”
Shuffle. Shuffle. Step.
This is actually starting to hurt a little less.
“Thank you.” Heartfelt but silent, audible to no mortal listener. A warm glow, hesitant but growing stronger, in response.
Stumble.
But only a little less.
Shuffle. Shuffle.
And only then did her mind begin finally to catch up with the events of the last few minutes.
Wait one frog-hopping minute! “
I
have people still loyal to
me
⦔? Not us.
Me.
“How do you know Lisette knows about the escape tunnel in the Shrouded Lord's office?”
“Renard⦔ the priestess warned.
“Oh, what difference does it make now, Igraine?” he grumbled. “I know because I used it to get away from her the first time. And it was a near thing, believe you me.”
Shins could only shake her head, whichâunder the circumstancesâdidn't accomplish much save to drag her hair through the wet blood across her back, and then brush the tips across the pair helping her. “Renard Lambert. The Shrouded Lord. I have to confess, I didn't see that coming.”
“Anonymity is the whole point,” Igraine groused. “Or it's
supposed
to be.”
“Does it really matter anymore? I'm not in charge. There
is
no
more Shrouded Lord. And even if there ever is again, we both know it won't be me, not after Lisette took over on my watch. No way the priests would allow it.”
Shins heard a low mutter from the woman to her left, but it certainly didn't sound like a denial.
“I wasn't a good fit, anyway,” he admitted to Widdershins, shifting her weight on his shoulders a bit. “I'm not ruthless enough. Never have been. The Finders might have been a little nicer under me, but they also weren't nearly as profitable. Even if Bitch Suvagne hadn't returned and yanked the rug out from under all of us, I probably only had a couple of years left before I was replaced. A process, I should hasten to point out, that I might or might not have survived.
“No, when all this is over, someone else gets to take up the burden. I'm done with it.”
“
Someone
obviously thought you were right for the position,” Shins said after another moment.
“How do you mean?”
“A position that powerful, where being imposing is basically your
job
â¦?”
“Yes?”
“Well, they
clearly
waived the height requirement for your sake!”
Igraine's normally tight expression shattered in a burst of laughter, however reluctantly. Olgun joined her, though only Shins knew, and after a prolonged gawp, so did Renard himself.
When he'd calmed again, he squeezed Widdershins's shoulder, as lightly as he could manage. “You've been missed, my dear. And I think Igraine and I both needed that. Hasn't been a great deal to laugh about these days.”
Shins elbowed himâso weakly it really wasn't much more than a faint brushing, but all she could manage for the nonce. “If you've been trying to lie low,” she scolded, “those colors aren't exactly the most inconspicuous. You look like a birdhouse. Without the house.”
“I do not, alas, dress so fashionably on a daily basis under the circumstances. Tonight, however, was a special occasion.”
“I can't imagine why,” Igraine interjected. “It's not as though you needing to be rescued from obscene quantities of danger is an uncommon occurrence.”
“Hey! I resent that uncomfortably accurate assessment! Guysâ¦Renard⦔ The passageway tilted, perhaps attempting to buck her off, and her head and body began once again spinning in multiple directions at once, including a few she'd never heard of. “I needâ¦I need a few minutes. I'm sorry.”
“No apologies.” The priest and the former Shrouded Lord carefully sat Shins down on the gritty floor. Renard swept his half-cape from around his shoulders and draped it across hers, so she need not lean her lacerated back against the unyielding and rather dramatically dirty wall. She offered him a soft smile and a grateful nod; even that was nearly enough to make her topple over, vomit, or both.
Renard's fingers twitched with every wobble, reaching to catch her. “Gods, youâ¦Igraine, can't we do something? I don't understand how she's conscious, let alone at all mobile!”
“Well, we all know Widdershins isn't a normal girl, don't we?” The priestess knelt, gently prodding at the younger woman's injuries. “If sheâ¦Heavens and hells, you should be dead!”
“It's almostâ¦hurtful how many peopleâ¦seem to think that of me,” Shins gasped, flinching at every poke.
“I have some clean rags, enough to slap a few makeshift bandages on the worst of these, butâ”
“Just keep me fromâ¦falling apart for a few days.”
“Olgun can handle the rest?” Igraine asked. Then, at Widdershins's start, “This entire city is in turmoil, not just the Guild. I've been spending a great deal of time consulting with His Eminence Sicard. I have a much better understanding of yourâsituationâthan I did.”
“Sicard hasâ¦a big mouth.”
“I'm sure you'll have your chance to yell at him.”
“Can we,” Renard begged, “discuss this someplace where we can all be a bit less filthy and bleeding?”
“You're starting to talk like her,” the priestess accused.
Shins snorted, winced, tried to think of a term to encompass both, and gave up. “He should be so lucky.” Another rough gasp. “He's right, though. It shouldn't be too hard to get to the Witch from why are you all giving me that look?”
Indeed, not only could she see it from her two fellow former Finders, she felt it from her third companion as well.
“Widdershins,” Renard pointed out gently, “the very first place Lisette is going to try to find you would be⦔ He finished with a shrug, clearly feeling it unnecessary to spell out any further.
Shins wondered if she had enough blood left to blush. Her cheeks certainly gave it a solid effort. “I knew that,” she grumbled. “I just wanted to see if
you
remembered.”
“I know I'm going to regret asking, but why, by the entire Pact, would
I
have forgotten?”
“Well, you and Igraine are both all blurry, and have been since you showed up. How am I supposed to know what
else
might be wrong with you?”
Renard and Igraine shared a wry and somehow vaguely resigned glance. “It's like you foresaw the future,” the woman said blandly.
Shins's own expression, however, had fallen dramatically. “We still need to go, though,” she insisted. “If Lisette shows up and I'm not thereâ¦Robin, and the others⦔
“You're in no shape to help them,” the foppish thief replied.
“No, but
you
are!”
“Shinsâ”
“Look, you and Igraine and the others have been in hiding for a while. You have safe houses and message drops, yes? So she and I'll find somewhere to hole up and then let you know where. But I need you to do this!”
She can't get hurt because of me. Not
again
â¦
“Okay, butâ¦Igraine can go just as easily as I can. I'll take you toâ”
“No. Robin, mayâneed a lot of convincing just now. And she knows you. She trusts you. Ish.”
“Trustish?” Renard protested, his tone forced and weak. “I don't believe that's in any way a legitimate word.”
“And now you're talking like someone
else
I know,” Shins sighed, ignoring Olgun's own somewhat strained chuckle. “Renard, there's nobody else. I'm running out of allies. I can't ask the Guard to protect her. Even if anyone there would listen to me, I'm wanted for killingâ¦actually, I have no
idea
who the figs I'm supposed to have killed!”
“I'd heard that you were wanted,” he told her thoughtfully. “But I'd not been able to learn why. Only that the word comes down from on high.”
“Lovely. And today was going so well. Point is, it has to be you. It needs to happen this way.
I
need for it to. Please.”
“Oh, just go,” Igraine ordered. “We both know you're going to give in eventually, so why waste the time?”
“You'll take care of her?” the former Shrouded Lord almost begged.
“No, I'm going to knock her over the head, steal her purse, dump her in a kennel somewhere, and run off to Rannanti with the proceeds.” Then, when the two thieves stared at her, “Get out of here, Renard.”
After one last moment of reluctant fidgeting, he got. For a minute or so after
that
, the women just sort of studied each other.
“It took both of you to get me this far,” Shins said finally. “Can you get me out of here on your own?”
“You'll have to take more of your own weight. But I'm stronger than I look.”
Shins forced herself to her feet, almost gasping in relief as a tiny current of Olgun's power ran through her. With his help, she
could
take more of her own weight.
Barely.
She chuckled, even as she caught herself with one hand against a support beam before she could stumble. “I think it's more important right now,” she commented through a tight grin, “that you be stronger than
I
look.”
Igraine clucked her tongue once, adjusted Renard's cloak around Widdershins to hide the horrid bloodstains and the immodest rips in her tunic, and then wrapped her own arm about the younger woman's shoulders.
“I've seen half-drowned kittens,” she said as they began a slow, unsteady walk toward the passageway's end, “that looked stronger than you do.”