Siege of Stone

CHAPTER 50

Even after they got safely back inside the walls of Ildakar, Lila kept running as if they were still being pursued. Bannon panted hard, and his muscles ached. His shirt was torn, his trousers caked with mud and blood, but he was free!

When they reached a yaxen trough in the lower levels of the city, he dropped to his knees and wheezed, “Stop, I need to rest.” He plunged his hands into the water and splashed his face. The cool liquid felt glorious, washing away sweat, grime, and blood. He let out a long sigh and kept his eyes closed as water trickled from his long tangled hair. He scooped up a handful and drank deeply.

Sweat shone on Lila’s skin as she stood next to him, proud. He remembered when she had looked so imperious in the training pits, provoking him to fight harder. Now her gaze was strangely soft. Still unable to believe what had happened, he said, “You came back for me.”

“I did.” She put her hands on her narrow hips, touching the small cylinder of the agile knife that could inflict so much pain. She nudged him with her knee. “Come, we need to let the others know. After Nicci’s sand panther spotted what might have been a rude prison for captives, they didn’t believe I had any chance of finding you.”

Bannon levered himself to his feet. Without looking back, she set off at a brisk pace to the upper levels, expecting him to follow. Her hips swayed beneath her black waist wrap, and Bannon saw the rune-marked skin on her back over the landscape of taut muscles. He increased his pace to walk next to the morazeth, rather than behind her like a pet on a leash. “How many others were killed during our sortie? Was the surprise attack a success?”

Lila turned to him with her shadowed eyes. “We killed many of the enemy. Two morazeth died, but we made a good accounting of ourselves.”

“Two morazeth? Which ones?” He had resented the women for how they treated the trainees, but now he felt a strange heaviness to learn that some were gone.

“Ricia and Marla. Genda was wounded, but she will recover.” Lila showed no emotion when she recited the names. “When I lost you on the battlefield, I…” She had to struggle to get out the word. “I apologize. I will attend to you more closely from now on, if we ever find ourselves in a similar situation.”

Bannon drew a shuddering breath, not wanting to think about what must have happened to Brock and Jed. “Let’s hope it never happens again.”

She paused. “General Utros and his army are still undefeated, and Ildakar is still under siege. Surely, there will be more battles.”

Bannon gripped Sturdy’s hilt. “I know. I just wasn’t looking forward to it.”

Dawn wouldn’t come for another hour yet, and the streetlights still blazed, lit by transference magic. Lila led him directly to the ruling tower, though he couldn’t imagine the duma members were meeting at such a late hour. He wondered how Nicci had reacted to the news that he’d been lost on the battlefield.…

As they reached the top of the plateau, he glanced longingly at the grand villa. Right now he wanted to sleep in his guest bed for days, but he had to report to the duma first. He followed Lila into the tower and up the waterfall of stone steps to the ruling chamber, which was lit by a warm fire and burning candles.

Elsa, Oron, Damon, and the chalky-white Lani were huddled over unfurled scrolls, studying a map of Ildakar, the winding streets and aqueducts that riddled the bluff. The duma members looked up at the disturbance, and Lila spoke before anyone could react. “I have rescued Bannon Farmer. He was exactly where Nicci’s panther suspected prisoners might be held.”

Nathan emerged from a side alcove carrying a thick book, which he dropped on the marble floor. “Dear boy, you’re alive! So many died that we couldn’t even tally their names, but you’re alive!” Grinning, he bounded over, and Bannon could barely breathe as the wizard embraced him. “Dear spirits, you’re alive!”

Bannon didn’t know what to say.

Nathan released him and stepped back, just staring at him with sparkling eyes as if to convince himself the sight was true.

Regaining his balance, Bannon looked around the chamber. Duma members stared at him, their faces full of questions, but he didn’t see Nicci. He wanted to tell her that Mrra was still prowling out in the hills.

“We fought hard. I…” He tried to organize his rattling thoughts. “I couldn’t have done it without Lila. She came for me. For me, Jed, and Brock. I—”

Oron came forward, his long yellow braid hanging on the left side of his head. His face was stony, without sympathy, exactly the expression he’d worn when skinning the poor fur animals. “You were with Jed and my son? We thought they died on the battlefield.”

“Yes, we were all prisoners, and General Utros was going to interrogate us. When Lila and Mrra came, though, we broke free. We all ran…” Each word felt heavier as he spoke it.

Oron stood waiting for a full report. “And?”

Lady Olgya came up to stand beside him, also concerned. “What about Jed?”

Bannon glanced at Nathan for support, but knew he would have to say what he needed to say. “Before we got far, the alarm was sounded. W-We ran as fast as we could, but the enemy soldiers closed in. I called for Jed and Brock, but they … they thought they’d have a better chance if we split up. While Lila and I fought our way through, those two ran in different directions. I never saw them again. I don’t know if they were captured or killed.”

Oron considered this for a long moment as the other duma members remained silent and sullen. Finally, he frowned and turned back to the stone tables. “My son was worthless anyway. What is worse, to be killed in battle, or to be captured?” He made a disgusted sound. “Twice?”

Olgya shivered, closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her expression was like iron. “I already accepted that my son was dead several nights ago. Come, we have business to do and an entire city to save.”

Nathan gave Bannon another paternal hug. “You look quite a mess. Go clean yourself up, eat, rest. When you have recovered, the duma will want a full report of what you saw inside the enemy’s camp.”

Bannon nodded sheepishly. “Where is Nicci? I should let her know that I’m alive.”

Nathan paused. “She has gone away.”

For an instant, Bannon’s heart failed, fearing that the beautiful sorceress had been killed on the battlefield.

“By now, she is in Tanimura, I hope,” Nathan continued. “She traveled in the sliph to spread a warning about General Utros and his army.”

Still protective, Lila placed a firm hand on Bannon’s shoulder, guiding him from the duma chamber. “We can discuss this later. Bannon Farmer is weary and hungry. I will see to his needs.”

The young man was relieved, not sure he could think straight after all he’d been through. He swayed on his feet as he followed the morazeth.

They headed toward the grand villa that had, until recently, been the lavish home of Maxim and Thora. Many of the rooms had been taken over by household servants who had worked there. Leading Bannon, Lila called out to two women who stood in the corridors under the open trellises. “Bring food. This man needs nourishment. He is a brave fighter for Ildakar.”

The women recognized Bannon and hurried off. When he reached his chambers, he looked at the broad bed with its silken sheets, the small table, a wardrobe for his garments, a pitcher filled with fresh water, a bowl with overripe and moldy fruit that had been there for days. Two tangerines were still intact, despite their hard, dry rinds. Bannon grabbed one and worked at the peel, but Lila took it from him and sliced it in quarters with her dagger. He slurped the sweet citrus fruit and felt a rush of energy. He let his eyes flutter closed as he let out a long sigh.

Lila moved about the room, businesslike. She found a soft cloth, moistened it with water from the pitcher, and began to scrub the dried blood from his face, rubbing hard as if she could wipe away the freckles as well. She dabbed at a scab on his mouth, then washed his neck. Her intent eyes seemed to be studying a specimen or preparing him for sale to some discriminating merchant.

“I just want to lie down and rest,” he said, feeling uneasy.

“Not yet. You have been through a difficult challenge, as hard as combat in the arena. You’re sweaty, your muscles are hard and knotted. You are not ready for sleep yet.”

The two servant women appeared, carrying platters with grapes, cheeses, a couple of hard rolls, and sliced yaxen meat. Bannon’s mouth watered. The tangerine hadn’t been enough. “Maybe I’m not ready for sleep just yet.” The women hovered, asking if he needed anything else, but Lila shooed them away.

Bannon ravenously tore into one of the rolls, then ate cheese and a handful of juicy grapes that he barely chewed before swallowing.

As he ate, Lila tugged at his shirt, but the fabric stuck to scabs on his back, and crusted dirt and blood made the cloth stiff. With a grunt of frustration, she used her dagger to slice the shirt down the back. He yelped in surprise, but she tugged the cloth away. “It was ruined anyway.” She tossed it into a pile on the floor.

Bannon chewed a slice of meat, tasting the savory juices. It was all he could concentrate on.

With the shirt gone, Lila used the wet cloth to rinse his back, then his chest, and Bannon relaxed. Only hours ago, he had been sure of being executed. He slid away from the tray of food and sat on the edge of the bed. After she finished washing his chest, she went behind him and kneaded his shoulders, then worked her way down his back. Morazeth trainers usually inflicted extravagant pain, but this was exactly the opposite.

“You have skills beyond combat, Lila. I’m glad.”

“I have many skills.” She placed her hand on his chest and pressed him abruptly backward onto the bed so she could remove his boots. “As you well know.”

“What are you doing? I’m tired and sore.”

“You had a great battle,” she said. “I … worried about you, and I am pleased you were not killed. I want to show my gratitude.”

“Thank you, but it’s not necessary.”

Lila had never accepted no for an answer. “Honor demands it.” After his hard days of training in the combat pits, she had claimed him as her lover, granting him a “reward” of physical pleasure, whether or not he wanted it. She had demanded it for herself and gave him no choice. “Do you have the strength to resist me?”

“I am not your prisoner anymore,” he said.

“You are still a man.” Her voice was gruff. With a gesture so swift he barely saw her move her fingers, she unfastened the wrap around her breasts and let the leather strip drop to the floor. “I no longer need to force you.”

Bannon felt the cool sheets under his bruised back, looked up at the naked Lila as she leaned forward, climbing on top of him. He remembered the three beautiful acolytes from Cliffwall, Audrey, Laurel, and Sage. They had been his first lovers, and they had given him amazing nights of pleasure, one after another, but the twisted magic of Life’s Mistress had turned those three beautiful women into monsters.

Could the opposite happen? A hardened morazeth turned into a soft and sensuous woman? As Lila bent closer to him and he felt her warm skin, smelled her musky feminine scent, he remembered how ruthless she had been, a steely trainer who forced him to do what she demanded. She had terrified him. When he looked at her now, she seemed warmer. Something had changed. She touched him with a hint of tenderness.

Tentatively, he reached up and brushed the bare skin of her back, feeling the mysterious symbols marked on her skin. As he ran his palms down her spine, he felt as if he might be reading an arcane book by touch alone.

“I did save your life, boy,” Lila said. “You owe me a reward.”

Bannon couldn’t argue with that.