A Veil of Secrets Page 18

  After that journey, nothing the second world had to offer would much surprise me.

  The final harbinger, the one who had freed Wishövi from the fabric, darted toward me.

  Clever female, she was using the protective barrier to shield herself from Pascale’s deadly aim.

  She cocked her head at the bodies then at me. “Did Idra send you?”

  “Idra is dead.” I lifted the knife and advanced on her. “If you leave now, I will let you live.”

  Her laughter rattled my nerves. “You sided with them. Are you insane? They will kill you. If not today, then they will end you tomorrow or the day after. They won’t suffer you to live among them.”

  Her words struck home. Edan and I had been displaced before. Now…who would accept us?

  “All I can do is what I think is right.” I steeled myself against those fears. “I won’t let you harm these people. You may be right. They might turn against me. Or you could be wrong. They might see that, despite what Idra has done to me, I am still every bit as much a person as they are.”

  “I would kill you,” she said thoughtfully, “but you won’t survive long out here.”

  “I might surprise you.” I shrugged. “Now go, before I change my mind.”

  Her wings spread. “Mercy is for the weak.”

  Yet she accepted my offer and lunged for the cover of the trees.

  As soon as she was out of sight, a female ran from the safety of the dayflower field to tend to the unconscious Wishövi. Old Father began his slow approach while others crowded around the youth. I eased back out of their way to give them room to tend him. I had no idea where they would take him.

  So much of the city was lost.

  Pascale sidled up to me. “That was a mistake.”

  “Their queen is dead. They know now that we can cross into their world. This proves we can kill them in numbers.” I watched the harbinger until she became a speck in the sky. “Let her return home alone, defeated. Let her spread her tale to her sisters. Let them realize Araneaeans are not as weak as Idra led them to believe. We are not food. We are not to be preyed upon or infected. Let them build their numbers if they choose. We will call for reinforcements and be prepared to meet them. If they want a war, we will give it to them.”

  “Marne’s right.” Lleu inspected the corpses at my feet. “We needed to send a message, and they should have no trouble reading ours. We should spread the word too. The cure can’t help many yet.” He winked at Pascale. “That poison, though. It knocked them on their arses. We circulate the recipe and warn other clans to post archers on their borders. It won’t save everyone, but it may save a few.”

  “I can do that.” Pascale jabbed me with her finger. “What about you?”

  “What about me?” I rubbed the spot.

  “Where will you go now?” She stared off into the distance. “Where will any of us go?”

  A good question. If only I had an equally good answer for us all.

  “Go home,” I counseled her. “Your family would understand why you couldn’t stay here.”

  “I’m not ready yet,” she said softly. “I wonder if I ever will be.”

  “Might I speak with you?” Old Father’s voice was rough from his chanting. He held his arm out to me, and I took it. “Walk with me. We have much to discuss, and I do not want to slow the others’ progress. Wishövi needs drink and rest. There are younger legs that can fetch for him.”

  The elder leaned heavily against me. The toll of protecting his clan showed in the paleness of his face. His chest rattled while we walked, and I wished he wouldn’t speak for fear of him collapsing.

  “We can talk later,” I said to fill the silence.

  “Later is too far away for someone as old as I am.” He chuckled. “Pascale told me why you left. You should have come to me and voiced your concerns.” When I tensed, he sighed. “I understand why you chose to run. If I had suffered at the hands of others as you have, I would have done the same.”

  Heat rose in my cheeks. Confiding in Old Father had never crossed my mind. I had assumed he would side with his maven or paladin, but I was learning among the Salticidae, his rank was higher.

  “Our city must be rebuilt. Our clan lives closer to the veil than any other clan dares.” He paused. “Today the two gods saved that which will secure our clan’s future, but the cost was great. Lives and homes were lost. Possessions that cannot be replaced have been reduced to ashes for the sacrifice.”

  I let him talk, unsure where he meant for me to comment.

  “Pascale told me about your adventure, as much as she knows. I hope you fill in the rest.” His breathing grew harder. “You walk between worlds as I do. That skill is a gift. One you must use with discretion. Though the spiritlands and the crossroads are different, I believe we are kindred. We have a lot to learn from one another—and your world—if you are still willing to become my pupil.”

  My breath caught in my throat. “What do you know about the crossroads?”

  “Only what the old stories say, that the damned walk its streets and feast on Araneaean flesh.”

  I shuddered to recall the vendors and their carts of meat. “The old stories got those parts right.”

  “It is said the two gods created the crossroads as an intersection between the Above, the second world and the Below. Those who the gods banished there were trapped forever between worlds. The roads stretched forever, and they were doomed to wander them. At first, the two gods sent only their enemies, lesser gods, to the crossroads. But soon after, they created First World and populated it with creatures from their imaginations. Not all their creations were good. The gods separated the bad from the rest and banished them. Their intervention came too late, and the first world was destroyed.”

  “By fire,” I finished. “It seems their tastes haven’t changed.”

  “Those the gods banished are old. The old do not change.” He shrugged. “They adapt to survive, but in their hearts, they are the same. They want the same things now they did then. They hunger.”

  “Do you think the Necrita are First People?” Idra claimed she had seen the second world born.

  “If they are not First People, then they are children of First People.” He slowed until I stopped to let him catch his breath. “When the gods created Araneaeans, they were imperfect also. But since the gods molded males and females in their own images, they are more lenient with the Second People.”

  “My circumstances have changed since I was last in Beltania.” It was hard to believe how much was different. “My brother was taken by Idra, as Pascale told you, but when I found him, he had been changed.” It stunned me how much it hurt to admit that. “He is what I am. The bargain we made then isn’t enough to keep me and my brother alive. Idra mentioned an alternative, but I doubt her word.”

  One sigil, if it delivered the venom to my system properly, would cut our needs in half. I wasn’t ready to face life with a sigil, so I dismissed the possibility in favor of the certainty.

  “Is his mind clear?” Old Father lurched into motion.

  “He has gaps in his memory, as do I. He will suffer through withdrawal for several weeks. He’s sick now, feverish. The next few days will be the worst. He will only survive if he gets treatment.”

  He nodded. “You believe he will recover and function as you do?”

  “I have no reason to believe he won’t.” I would force him to recover if I had to.

  “Good.” He picked up his pace until the ruined city came into view. “We could use him too.”

  Because I was starting to feel hopeful, I dared ask him, “What are you offering us exactly?”

  “I will teach you how to distill the antivenin yourselves. I will provide for you to start, but I will expect you to devote part of your day to tending the dayflowers if you expect to continue to reap the benefits from them.” He s
ighed as he took in the charred husks of buildings. “We will provide a clan, a home, for you both. In return, we ask for your allegiance. We ask you to help protect us from this.”

  “Will your people be as accepting as you are?” Already I was drawing looks.

  “Today they saw you fight your own kind to save them.” His cloudy gaze held mine. “They saw what you risked to protect them, saw you save Wishövi from those who would have killed him. They might not accept you as they did before, but they will respect you. They owe you and the others their lives. I am but one old male. I could not have held a prayer vigil much longer, and they know that.”

  “You have made us a generous offer.” I kissed his cheek. “I must speak with Edan first.”

  “Of course.” He gestured ahead. “Would you walk me to my chair?”

  I followed where his walking stick pointed and saw that of all the houses reduced to mud brick and ashes, his home still stood. The rugs in the door and windows were blackened with soot. The tree in his yard was the one spot of green left. His chair waited under its crooked limbs, and I led him there.

  “How is it this place is untouched?” I asked. “Did you perform the blessing on your home?”

  He grunted while getting comfortable. “What sort of povosqa would I be if I protected my home and let the others burn? No. I did not bless this building. My duty was to our people. Possessions we can replace. Those we can’t we must lift high as sacrifices to the two gods for sparing our lives.”

  Decades of his work must have seeped into these walls. Perhaps that had been blessing enough.

  Surveying the city, I saw how few others were so lucky. “What will the clan do for shelter?”

  “The weather is mild. We have time to make tents before the rain comes. See how the brick still stands? We will scrape and polish each one. The forests were untouched by fire. We can rebuild the interiors with our own timber. It will take a few years for us to recover, but we will.” His eyelids lowered. “Until then, we survived. We upheld our bargain with the gods. The dayflowers are safe.”

  Fear of me or a sense of duty sent a young female scurrying over to examine Old Father. She let me know she would watch over him and that my presence was unnecessary, for which I was grateful.

  Too long had I been separated from the two people most dear to me. I was ready to leave.

  Unsure where Asher would have sought refuge, I spent the rest of the day scouring the area.

  I found him at last, standing on the wooded riverbank with his back facing me.

  The surge of warmth that spread through my chest left me breathless. When he turned, his smile was the most perfect welcome. He opened his arms, and I ran into them. I hit his chest so hard Asher staggered back, lost his footing in the sand and toppled to the ground with me on top of him. I smiled down at him while pushing up from his chest and straddling his hips so I could look him in the face.

  His hands gripped my thighs. “You look triumphant. Am I to assume all went well?”

  “All went as well as could reasonably be expected.” I bent to kiss him again. “How is Edan?”

  “I gave him an injection.” He shuddered. “I never want to see that much of your brother’s arse again.”

  “Perhaps I can find a way to ease your suffering.” I shifted my hips, and his rose to meet mine. He was hard between my legs, and his grip turned bruising. I toyed with the closure of his pants, tracing a fingernail over his straining erection.

  “Marne.” He groaned my name. “As much as I would enjoy being compensated, your brother is—”

  A shadow fell across us. Edan said, “Right here.”

  Asher’s hands slid from my thighs to the ground. “I was going to say on a pallet beneath those trees.”

  “How are you feeling?” I yanked my hand from Asher and tugged my skirt down over my legs.

  Edan covered his eyes. “Sick.”

  I stood and stepped over Asher to approach my brother. “What can I do to help?”

  He peered at me from between his fingers. “A vow of chastity would be nice.”

  I laughed.

  Asher did not.

  Chapter Twenty

  Rather than return to Beltania, I decided we should give Edan another day to recover before we brought him into the city. The Salticidae deserved a quiet night to pray and make peace with the loss of their homes and possessions. They were a devout people. They would do as Old Father instructed.

  They would thank the two gods for their lives and then rebuild them.

  I admired their resilience.

  Strange to think that Edan and I might soon become part of their community.

  “Did he drink it all?” Asher asked as I made my way back to his side of the camp.

  Edan dozed on a pallet beneath the pines while Asher and I sat on the grass.

  “He did.” I turned the cup upside down. “His fever is down, though he swears catching you and I together was what gave him the headache. It’s more likely my talk of the future that unsettled him.”

  The future. Strange to have time sprawled before me, to have a life to plan for again.

  I had explained Old Father’s offer to Edan. His thoughts mirrored my own. If we wanted to live, we had to stay where there was a supply of dayflowers until when—or if—Henri discovered a more permanent treatment. Until then we had to make plans based on the here and now.

  “You have a big decision to make.” He stretched his legs in front of him.

  “We do, but then, we don’t.” I leaned my head against his shoulder. “There is only one choice.”

  He made a considerate sound. “I think if Lleu vouches for me, I can get transferred here. There’s nothing to hold me in Erania. Given the circumstances, it shouldn’t be an issue at all. I have no doubt the Araneidae and the Mimetidae will rush to secure the Salticidae. Paladin Vaughn can consider me a volunteer.”

  I jerked upright, bumping our heads together. “You’re going to transfer to Beltania?”

  He rubbed his jaw where it had rested on me. “You sound surprised.”

  “I am surprised.” I twisted to face him. “Living conditions here were primitive compared to our lush appointments in Erania. That was before the fire gutted all the buildings. Old Father expects the clan to live in tents while the city is rebuilt. Life here will only get harder in the coming days.”

  “I was born and raised in Cathis.” He stared at me. “I am used to going hungry, to working hard. It doesn’t matter where I am, as long as you are with me. You see this as a sacrifice, but it’s not. It’s greed. Now that I have known the luxury of spending whole days with you, I don’t want to lose that.”

  My face grew warm. “You make being together sound so simple.”

  “It’s only as difficult as we make it.” He risked a smile. “I had hoped you felt the same.”

  “I have my brother to consider.” I glanced his way. “Edan needs me now more than ever.”

  “I understand that, and I would never come between you.” He shifted toward me. “I want to be a part of your life. I don’t need to be the center of it.” He touched my cheek. “I don’t need much to be happy. Just you.” His gaze darted toward Edan. “He and I might never be friends, but I think we will eventually stop trying to kill one another. After a while, we might even begin to tolerate each other.”

  “When you phrase it that way…” I rolled my eyes, “…how can I resist?”

  “You could tell me no. You could tell me you aren’t ready or aren’t interested.” The seriousness of his expression disarmed me. “I would never force you to do anything you don’t want to, Marne.”

  “I know.” My heart cracked when I glimpsed this side of him, the side Lailah had damaged.

  Sitting next to me was a show of trust. That he cared for me was the ultimate show of faith.

  “I wan
t you to stay.” I pushed his shoulder until his back hit the ground, then I curled against his side. I stretched out beside him and rested my head on his chest. “Do you still have the last sigil?”

  “I put it back in the box.” He ran his fingers through my hair. “Why do you ask?”

  “Idra said something before she died.” I smoothed my hand down the hard ridges of his stomach and relished the soft catch of his breath. “She told me if I wore a sigil, that its venom would keep me alive. I wouldn’t have to take the antivenin any longer because the sigil would regulate the venom in my system.” He tensed under me. “The obvious issue being I would have to bond with a sigil, then I would have to wear it for the rest of my life.” I sighed. “I can’t decide if I’m being selfish to dismiss the idea or if I’m being smart. Isn’t wearing a sigil one step closer to becoming a true harbinger?”

  “While I am disinclined to believe anything Idra told you, the logic is sound.” His fingers toyed with my hair. “If a sigil bonded to you and based its venom profile on your blood, it’s a possibility.”

  “I wish Henri were here.” I pressed my face against his shirt. “He would know what to do.”

  “It seems to me the Araneidae will send an emissary to Beltania to survey the damage and offer their assistance. Who’s to say that person can’t be Henri? Zuri’s ankle should be healed by now. She would jump at the chance for some fresh air and sunshine. If we catch Maven Sikyakookyang before she sends her report to Maven Lourdes, we can send a message of our own to him.” Asher vibrated with his laughter. “If you told Henri you had a live sigil, he would have his laboratory strapped to the back of an ursus and be on his way here before he finished reading the letter. What do you think?”

  “It’s a great idea.” I pushed upright and kissed him soundly. “He would come for Zuri alone.”