As Janco stirred the stew, the two guards took turns bringing in more firewood. I grabbed a branch and made a torch. Devlen watched me. He had been manacled to the support beam in the living room. Last time we were here, I had been Devlen’s prisoner.
I stepped into the kitchen to search for food, but the few scraps of bread and cheese had spoiled. Crossing the living room to check the bedrooms, I trod on glass shards, the crackle-crunch under my boots unmistakable.
“I did not get a chance to clean up,” Devlen called.
I crouched. The shards reflected the torchlight. It had been one of the glass orbs the Stormdancers used to harvest a storm’s energy. Another pang of loneliness touched me. Kade had remained behind in Ixia to calm the lethal blizzards blowing in from the northern ice sheet. Kade would fill a number of orbs with the killing wind’s energy and save many lives. I closed my eyes, remembering his goodbye kiss. I would forgo my mother’s cooking for another moment wrapped in his long, lean arms.
Janco announced the stew was ready. I opened my eyes and straightened. My saddlebags remained where Devlen had tossed them in the corner with my sais still hooked onto them. Grabbing them, I returned to the fire, sitting down next to Janco.
Devlen groaned. “I should have hidden those.”
Janco perked up, peering over his bowl. “What ja got?”
“My sais.” I hefted the weapons. One in each hand. They looked like short swords except the main shaft was a half-inch thick and octagonal. A weighted octagonal knob at the top balanced the sai. It resembled a three-pronged pitchfork with a long center tine.
I held them in a defensive position. The metal shaft rested along my forearm. From this position I could block a strike, jab an opponent with the knob or switch my grip and do a temple strike with the shaft.
“Sweet,” Janco said. “Can I try?”
I showed him a few moves and he was proficient in no time.
“These don’t have the reach of a bow staff or sword, more of a defensive weapon. But in close…” He jabbed with both sais as if aiming at an invisible opponent’s ribs. The weapons blurred with the motion. “In close, you have it made. I’m gonna get me a pair. A Sitian souvenir.”
“She does not need to get close or even use those at all,” Devlen said. “Not with the other goodies in her bags.”
Janco stopped his attack and looked at me as if waiting for a treat. “Well? Spill.”
I unbuckled the flaps and upended the contents onto the wooden floor. Glass spiders and bees rained out in a loud clatter. Janco exchanged the sais for one of the brown spiders. He examined it in the firelight.
“Trapping Warpers not enough? Have you moved on to trapping spiders now?” Janco asked.
“No. Tricky had attacked me with a magical illusion of big spiders. When I channeled his magic into the orb they transformed into glass.” I suppressed a shudder. Those creatures had been a foot long.
“Why didn’t they turn into diamonds?”
“He directed his magic at her in the form of spiders,” Devlen said. “The magic only transforms into diamonds when she steals it.” Anger fueled his words.
“From what you did with your magic, I don’t blame her.” Janco exchanged the spider for a glass bee. “In fact, I’d rather she steal everyone’s magic. No power over another’s mind. No stealing souls. No crazy or weird stuff. Diamonds are much better.” He held the bee up to the firelight. The green-and-black stripes glowed. “Pretty.”
I shivered. “Pretty scary. They’re Greenblade bees. Their six-inch-long bodies are filled with lethal venom. Only I can crack open the glass and release the bee. One sting and you’re dead.”
“Cool.” Janco’s eyes lit with admiration.
Interesting how he could appreciate the killing power of a bee, yet he despised magical powers. I wondered if I should point out the inconsistency until I remembered Janco could argue about any point, logical or not. I would get an hour-long lecture on how everyone knows bees sting, but a magician could hide their lethality until too late.
The next morning we resumed our journey. I planned to find a town in order to rent or purchase horses, but didn’t know the surrounding area well enough. Unfortunately, Devlen was well acquainted. I hated to ask him for help, but the Council wouldn’t hesitate to send a retrieval party once they figured out I disobeyed their summons.
“Do you know where the closest town is?” I asked Devlen.
“Why should I help you?”
“Do you want to walk all the way to Fulgor?”
“I do not mind. I enjoy your company. The longer it takes for us to get there, the more time I can spend with you.”
“Watch it,” Janco warned.
“How about I make a deal with you?” Devlen stepped closer.
My legs wanted to step back, but I held my ground. “You don’t have anything to bargain with. We can just head east until we find one. Otherwise there’s a good stable in Owl’s Hill.”
“You do not want to get that close to the Citadel and Magician’s Keep.” He shook his head. “I do have something to bargain with.”
Unlikely, but I gestured for him to continue.
“Quartz and Moonlight.” He watched my reaction and smiled.
“Who are they?” Janco asked.
“Mine and Ulrick’s horses.” And I missed Quartz almost as much as I missed Kade.
“I’ll lead you to them and in exchange—”
“No way,” Janco said.
“Let him finish,” I said. And when the Ixian frowned at me, I added, “Please. They’re Sandseed horses.”
He nodded, but his expression made it clear to me he was unhappy.
“In exchange, I want you to remove the manacles.”
“No way,” Janco and I said together.
“I promise not to run. I have been cooperating with you the entire trip.”
“You’ve been a pain in the ass the entire trip,” Janco said. “I’m sure given the first opportunity you’d bolt.”
“And I can’t trust you at all,” I said. “There is no reason for you to keep your promise.”
Devlen sighed. “You know why I would not, Opal. Just look past the whole kidnapping thing and remember how you felt when we were together.”
“The whole kidnapping thing? You might be able to dismiss it out of hand, but, to me, it’s too big to look past.”
“You just want to deny you loved me.”
“I cared for Ulrick, whose body you stole. Not you!”
“Come on. You had to know I was not Ulrick. No one changes that much.”
I almost laughed. He had done it again. Played with my emotions. It was like arguing with Janco—a no-win situation. Devlen had been trying to trick me into saying I had fallen for him well aware on some unconscious level of who he was.
The real reason he wanted me close was for the chance to reclaim his magical abilities with blood magic. The same illegal powers that Devlen had used to switch souls with Ulrick in the first place.
“Okay. Fine. Keep lying to yourself. I will take you to the horses anyway.” Devlen led us to a large horse farm a few miles north of Robin’s Nest in the Featherstone lands.
Peter Featherstone, the stable’s owner, showed us to the pasture. Moonlight’s