gorge’s steep, jagged depths. She shuddered
and tightened her grip. Kyne’s silent chuckle vibrated through
her body.
“See how she clings to life,” Katya’s voice mocked from
behind. “Despite the wounds your father inflicted on him, Aubin
clung to life as well. Throw her away, Kyne.”
Sianna felt Kyne stiffen at the venom in Katya’s words.
“Why did you not kill her yourself when you had the
opportunity?” Kyne questioned softly. “Why did you bring her
to me?”
Ahead the path widened. Without answering, Katya spurred
her quinar forward, pushing past Kyne and Sianna. Deju’s
hooves churned the ground, throwing dirt and rock into the
beckoning void. Quinar and rider raced away, but Katya’s
tumultuous emotions lingered.
“Who,” Sianna asked, “does Katya hate more, herself or
me?”
“You need not fear Katya. It is not her place to carry out
judgement against you.”
Sianna lifted her head. “I don’t fear Katya. Though she
may hate me, she’ll not harm me. It is not in her to strike down
any creature weaker than herself. Nor do I fear judgement, for
I’ve done nothing to be judged guilty of, other than being born
my father’s daughter.”
“In my people’s eyes, that alone may be guilt enough.”
“Is it enough in your eyes?” she countered.
In answer, Kyne pulled Hakan to a halt and called out,
“We’ll rest here.”
Stopping at the edge of a mountain plateau, the group
dismounted to stretch their legs and give their beasts a moment’s
rest from the steep climb. The animals lowered their heads to
the dry grass covering the flat piece of land nestled in the midst
of towering peaks and deep crevices. Katya and Deju were
nowhere to be seen.
Sianna slid from Hakan’s back. Her legs wobbled a bit, but
she quickly got them under control and stepped away. Behind
her Kyne dismounted. He murmured to Hakan, who snuffled
in reply. She walked around, easing the stiffness from her limbs,
enjoying the weak warmth of the sun shining down on her head.
When she looked over her shoulder, she saw Kyne in deep
conversation with Graham. Both men appeared disturbed, and
she could sense Graham’s determination. Easing closer, she
peeked around Hakan’s bulk to listen.
“You must keep her identity a secret from those in the
stronghold. If anyone discovers she’s Laila DiSanti, she won’t
live out the day,” Graham said.
“And how do you propose I do that? Even if we can convince
Katya to remain silent, what of Je’al and the others? A secret
shared is no secret,” Kyne said.
“Leave Katya to me.”
Kyne merely lifted his eyebrows at Graham’s statement,
but said nothing.
“The others can be sent out on sentry patrol,” Graham
continued. “By the time they return, the problem will be resolved.”
Kyne raked a hand through his dark hair. “As usual, you
are right, my friend, but how do we explain the woman’s
presence?”
The argument so obviously won, Graham smiled. “Already
the castle walls bulge with those who seek your protection and
those who wish to fight at your side against the tyrant. What’s
one more refugee from DiSanti’s reign?”
“True, but how will we keep her under guard if none know
her identity? Unguarded, she could simply slip away.”
“No one will question your right to have her in your quarters.
In fact, there are plenty who will cheer your return to the land
of the living from your self-imposed monkhood. And,” Graham
grinned, “those who will curse the woman because they desire
to be where she is.”
Kyne’s expression changed from puzzlement to indignation.
“I’ll not...” He whirled away from Graham’s mocking smile
and met her gaze. Color stained his cheeks. Did he care what
she might think of the arrangement? Apparently, yes. What did
she think? Goose bumps blossomed over her body.
“I’ll see to giving the men their instructions.” Graham turned
and walked away, leaving