Chapter Five
Razai stared forlornly at her cup of tea, wishing it was something stronger as she half-listened to Renny Senshall and Leena catch up on the events of the past few weeks.
Finally the young concubine gave enough of an opening for Leena to bring up the reason they'd come to Tyrsall.
"Mother Yewen in Four Roads suggested I ask you for an introduction to Mother Ola," the Sanvari woman said. "The problem with expanding Travelers' Posts to the north is in identifying safe locations for teleporting. Treya said the Three Orders chapter houses are known for passing along messages, and the local lords won't interfere with them. We can say it's magic without telling anyone the whole the truth."
Razai glanced around, making sure no other patrons of the teahouse were listening in on the discussion.
Renny narrowed her gaze. "How would this affect the deal you made with Varsin?" she asked. She'd always been smarter than she acted.
"I'll keep to my arrangement with your family," Leena said. "Mother Ola could offer our services to others, but at a higher rate than what you're paying. I'd prefer if you delivered your messages to the chapter house, though, so I don't have to make two stops."
A disappointed frown passed over Renny's face. She liked having visitors.
"Treya's right," she said. "In most places, the chapter houses are protected from interference, either by law or tradition. And facilitating communication is the reason the Orders came about to begin with. I can't say how Mother Ola will respond, but I'll introduce you."
Razai's attention was drawn to a tall young man with bushy sideburns strolling past the teahouse. As he walked by, he turned his head to stare directly at her through the window. She knew that face--a face that shouldn't be in Tyrsall.
"I just saw an old friend go by," she told the other two women. "I'll be back in a minute."
She rushed out of the teahouse before they could ask any questions, but the man was already out of sight.
Where is he?
she asked.
Close. Waiting. Ahead.
The whispers were afraid.
Razai headed the same direction the man had been walking. At the first alley she passed, an arm reached out and grasped her wrist, pulling her into the shadows between buildings.
"No knife at my throat?" the man said. "You're slipping."
She jerked her arm out of his grip with a scowl. He knew she hated being touched.
"I recognized you," she said, her voice flat. "What are you doing here?"
"With Yelena gone, so are her wards," Vatarxis replied. "Tyrsall is no longer a death sentence for demons." It was strange to hear his voice without the deep vibrations added by his larger demon form. She hadn't seen him take on a mortal body since she was a child, when he was teaching her to fight like a human.
"I mean
why
are you here, now, talking to me?"
"I came here for my own purposes, so imagine my surprise to sense your presence in the city. But very well, if you need a reason, tell me why you approached Rusol. You were supposed to be watching Corec."
"You don't already know the answer?"
"I can't see everything that happens everywhere. Why should I need to, when I have my
very
honest and trustworthy daughter to handle things for me? So talk."
"Rusol is my nephew," Razai said. "Grand-nephew. You didn't think I would just ignore that, did you?"
"Had a little family reunion, then?" Vatarxis asked. "Did you tell him the truth?"
"No. He's a paranoid lunatic. Whatever you were hoping to get out of him, you'd better do it soon. He's building up a list of enemies longer than your own."
Vatarxis steepled his fingers together and rested his chin atop them, a pose he couldn't manage in his true form. "That's your honest assessment of him? You don't think he can be trusted?"
"Ignoring the fact he tried to murder me? No, I don't trust him at all."
Her father was silent for a moment, then nodded. "The important part of the plan is out of his hands now. There's a child in Sanvar who can take his place. I'd hoped to get more out of him, though."
Razai put together the hints Vatarxis had dropped in the past. "If you're looking to make an alliance with the wardens, Rusol isn't the one to start with."
Her father eyed her. "Let's pretend for a moment that you're right about what I want. Who better than one of our own kind? Badru would rather gut me than speak to me, yet these days he's nothing more than a crazy old man howling at the wind. I could crush him, but where's the thrill in defeating someone who's lost the fight before it begins? There are no other leaders left among the wardens. Kono could have led if he wanted to, but he doesn't care about anything beyond his own borders. Hildra's convinced herself that the purpose of the wardens is to hide in the shadows. Rusol was meant to be a fresh start."