She Who Has No Name (The Legacy Trilogy) (65 page)

Samuel began to think of excuses, before realising he should not need to defend himself from her.  He lashed out with his response.  ‘That has nothing to do with anything.  Our plans are still the same.’

‘Oh really?  First
,
you come to kill her and now you sleep with her.  It sounds like things have changed a great deal.  What kind of assassin are you?’

‘I’m not any kind of assassin,’ he said in his defence.

‘Obviously!  You seem to be doing it all wrong!’

‘Quieten down,’ he told her.  ‘It’s all part of the plan.’

‘Oh?  Perhaps you could enlighten me, or is this one of your secrets?  Are you even trying to save your Empress any more?’

‘I was trying to get her to give me her ring, but that now seems impossible.  She never takes it off.’

‘I’m sure
that
was the only thing
you wanted!
’

‘She wants me to kill her arch-wizard.’

The Koian stopped at that, and considered the implications.  ‘Will you?’

‘I can’t.  Not now.  I wouldn’t stand a chance.  My magic is too unreliable.  I need to find Balten.  I need to return to the catacombs and retrieve the Argum Stone.’

This seemed to interest her greatly.  ‘When will you go?’

He had not really thought of it until that point.  ‘Now.’

‘I will come with you.’

‘No, you will not,’ Samuel stated definitively.  The suggestion was ridiculous.  ‘You can’t go anywhere without your attendant following and you would get us caught the moment you opened your mouth and said something stupid.’

‘I would not!’ she declared, insulted.  ‘I can lose that old woman easily and I am used to sneaking around.  Any chance I could get, I would sneak out of my temple and slip out into the city to learn what it was that the people did all day.’

‘And look how much that helped you.’

‘Damn you!’ she said and spat on the floor beside his boots.  Once again, she stormed out of the room, leaving the little
,
old woman padding softly behind her.

Samuel waited a few minutes until the shouting next door had receded and he then left his room.  He walked casually, heading in the direction he knew the dungeons to be.  He had spoken with the Emperor and Canyon about their time in the dungeon, but they were of no assistance with directions.

He made for one of the hallway entrances, hoping they would be less guarded than the main cavern opening.  Guards were there and Samuel waited just out of view with his back hard up against the wall. 

A spell!
he thought to himself and began desperately trying to clear his mind.  He fumbled desperately within himself for a spell of sleeping.  That would require the least energy and he did not want to kill anyone or cause any alarm that would see him locked in his room.  He thought he heard someone approaching and that broke his concentration, but then, calming himself again, he fell into the required state of mind and felt a tingle of energy quivering delectably before him.  He caught onto it and slowly began drawing the power into himself, channelling it and melding it, finally casting it out as magic—thin and ungainly as it was. 

When he felt the spell had been given time enough to do its work, he peeped out carefully from his hiding spot along the corridor.  Three slumped guards upon the floor signalled that he had been successful and he stepped from his hiding spot, almost dancing up to the sleeping trio with glee.  Regaining his composure, he noted that there was a Paatin spell set across the entrance, designed to detect the passage of magicians.  Fortunately, he had no need to fear it, for his lack of magical presence meant such spells were useless towards him.

Slipping through the magical barrier without event, he peered into the darker, rougher corridor that signalled the start of the mountain and began
to move
cautiously inside.

He wandered around fruitlessly for some time and was soon damning himself for forgetting the way, for the catacombs were labyrinthine in complexity.  He had to double back on himself many times to regain his bearings, ever worried that he would lose his way and become stuck in the caves.  The oppressive sense of the mountain weighed down on him in the darkness and he was thankful for his magician’s
sight
to guide his way.  Several times a sense of panic almost overcame him, and he would hurry back to the closest point of light to recover his wits.  There was the odd lantern set here and there, but most of the passages were kept in darkness. 

It took him some time to realise that most of the main passages that joined different sections of the subterranean chambers were the lit ones, while the dark tunnels tended to curl around and lead back onto themselves, or finish in drops or dead ends.  He doubted the guards ever used them and he suspected that many of them would be unknown, even to the guards, for they would have no reason to venture down such useless passages.

Tiptoeing around, he thought he heard footsteps echoing along the passage behind him.  Standing utterly still, he sent his senses back from where he had come, but no one was there.  Several times
,
he needed to dart away from patrols of muscled Paatin guards, but it seemed now his imagination had the better of him.  For a moment
,
he considered the story that Lomar had told him, of something that lurked in the tunnels, devouring those who strayed too far from the lit paths, and he had to shake the disturbing thought from his mind. 

He found several doors roughly hewn into the stone during his travels, but he could sense they did not contain Balten.  Eventually, he judged he had been gone for long enough and decided it would be wise to go back and return another time, before he was missed.  He turned about and made to retrace his steps when he bumped into something in the darkness and it squealed loudly, echoing all through the caverns, with refractions of the noise bouncing back at him from several directions. 

After the moment of panic had subsided and he realised no
ghoul was about to devour him
, he
scanned the passage with his magical
sight
.  Strangely, it seemed that
he was alone
. 
Even so,
a footstep
sounded from
beside him and so he snapped out with his hand
,
latch
ing
onto a thin arm.

‘What are you doing here!’ he hissed.

‘I was trying to follow you,’ the Koian woman responded, sounding sheepish in the dark.

‘What a stupid thing to do!  You’ll give us away.  Quickly, let’s go!’

He kept hold of her hand and started dragging her roughly along with him.

‘It’s not my fault,’ she complained.  ‘I didn’t realise you would be so hard to follow.  Why were you running about so much, back and forth?  It looked like you’d lost your way.’

‘Shut up!’ he told her.

‘You’re going the wrong way,’ she said from behind him.  ‘It’s that way.’

It was utterly dark and he could not tell to which direction she was referring, but stopping, he scanned the branching passageway with his
sight
.  Finally, he had to admit to himself that she was right.

‘I know where I’m going,’ he said.

‘Then I’ll just shut up and let you get us lost,’ she responded.

‘Good!’

He pulled her all the way back to the main lit corridor, where she broke from his grip and followed him with her arms folded crossly.  They tiptoed to the point where they could see the three guards standing outside the narrow palace entrance: each looking nervous and peering into the tunnel towards them, into the impenetrable darkness.

‘Damn.  They’re awake.  How did you get past them?’ Samuel asked.

‘They were asleep before.  It was easy.’

Samuel nodded to himself.  ‘Then how do we get out?  I can’t use any magic in here.’

‘So you have some magic now?  That’s some good news, at least.  You’re not as useless as I thought.’

Samuel ignored her remark.

‘I’ll show you how I did it before,’ she said.

‘Before?’ Samuel asked.

‘Of course.  I’ve been in here many times now, trying to find the others while you were doing who-knows-what.  I would have thought they would have started catching onto me by now, but those three seem impressively stupid—even for men.’

She cupped her hands to her mouth to shout.

‘No!  Don’t—’ Samuel began, but she moaned out something to them in the Paatin tongue, using a long and wilting voice.  At once, the three men glared into the tunnel with fear and fled.

She chuckled softly and started at once down the passage towards them, with Samuel now following behind.

‘What did you say?’ he asked her.

‘I’ve been coaxing a few words out of Shara.  It took some imagination, but I finally got the word for
ghost
out of her.  At least, I think it’s something like that.  It doesn’t really matter.  The effect is the same.  Those three must be so afraid of the dungeons now; I’m surprised they still come back.  Having you send them to sleep must have really put the fear into them.  Also, I know the guards are afraid of the dungeons.  They think something lives in here.’

‘And how would you know that?’

‘I’m clever,’ she told him smugly.

‘I have heard that something does live in here.’

‘You are as bad as them, Magician, but perhaps that would explain the body I found—half a body, at least.’

‘What!’ Samuel stated in disbelief, but she started away before he could question her further.

Samuel was trying to slow her down, but she marched straight out into the light of the palace, smiling happily at the
absence
of anyone
who might be waiting to
catch them.  He almost choked in fear as she stepped straight through the magical membrane that covered the entrance, but she, too, passed through it without effect.

‘Quickly,’ she said.  ‘Let’s go before they get the nerve to return.  It’s almost time for them to be replaced, so they will have to come back or lose their heads if they are found absent.’

‘How do you know so much about all this?’ he asked her as they hurried back towards the main corridors of the palace.

‘I’m a god.  I told you.  My dreams are the hopes and fears of those around me.  I may not speak their language, and even their thoughts are unintelligible to me, but I see the activities of this palace played out before me every night in my dreams.’

‘Are you telling me the truth?  You must see some interesting things.’

She gave him a knowing smile.  ‘Oh, I do!  Unfortunately, I have no control over what I see, or whose thoughts they are, or I would have learnt much more.’

They had now reached the populated halls, and the palace staff each stopped their duties and bowed their heads as the two passed.  A call of joy sounded far behind and Shara came rushing up to them with relief painted on her face.  She had obviously been looking for them all this time and now seemed happy to follow along quietly as she regained her breath.

Finally reaching their rooms, Samuel stopped at the Koian woman’s door and faced her.

‘I don’t want you going in there any more.  I will do any searching that needs to be done.’

‘As you wish,’ she told him and promptly disappeared inside, followed by her Paatin shadow.  Somehow, Samuel doubted she would listen to him.

‘Don’t you ever send your servants out so you can be alone?’ Samuel asked of the Paatin Queen, for he was ever mindful of the array of guards and servants standing just on the other side of the thin veils that surrounded her bed.

‘What are you afraid they might hear, Samuel?  I’m sure they know what we are doing here.  There is nothing to be ashamed of.’