The Crimson Campaign(The Powder Mage Trilogy)(66)

"What do they want them for?" Adamat said. "The Kez don't want powder mages alive. They've no need for smugglers. They use assassins."

"Experimentation," Vetas said.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know. Just a guess."

"Where can I find them?"

Vetas looked away for a moment. Adamat stepped forward menacingly. There was no fear in Vetas's eyes. Not until Bo began to rub his thumb and forefinger together.

"A pub near the waterfront," Vetas said, his eyes twitching toward the water flowing through the mill trough.

A pub, eh? Probably not more than half a mile from this very place. "Tell me everything," Adamat said.

He questioned Vetas for half an hour, getting the names of contacts, locations, and passwords. He had to be thorough. Slavers in a place as civilized as Adopest tended to operate in utmost secrecy, and would have taken dozens of precautions.

Adamat finished his questions and headed immediately toward the door. He couldn't get away from Vetas fast enough. The man revolted him. He'd taken Adamat's wife and children and put them through unspeakable trials. He'd plotted against Adro, and he'd dealt with the lowliest of scum.

Bo jogged to catch up with Adamat as he climbed the stairs back to the mill's main floor.

"You didn't ask him anything else," Bo said.

"I don't need to know anything else."

"Claremonte's plans? His designs on Adro? You don't want to know all that?"

Adamat stopped and turned to the Privileged. "Later. I have to get my son back."

"It's too late. If slavers have him, he'll be out of the country by now."

"How would you know?" Adamat demanded.

"Common sense," Bo said. "And remember. The royal cabal was a dark place. Dealing with slaves was one of many things they did."
 
 

 

"Bah!" Adamat strode toward the front of the mill.

Bo kept up, much to his annoyance. "We've been questioning Vetas for two days. Claremonte is planning something big. Not even Vetas knows it all, but Claremonte might even have plans of invasion!"

"And I suppose you're going to help stop him?"

Bo's silence made Adamat sigh. The Privileged had no interest in helping. He'd probably leave the country now that his debt to Adamat was paid. It seemed that Bo had just enough civic sense of duty to try to convince Adamat to help stop Claremonte.

"Even Vetas said that your son would be gone by now," Bo said.

"And you trust him? That's awfully naïve for a cabal Privileged."

Bo leaned in toward Adamat. "I broke him," he said in words that were nearly a growl. "He wouldn't dare lie to me."

"It was too easy," Adamat said. "I know what type of man Vetas is. He's keeping something back."

Doubt flickered across Bo's face, then resolved itself in a scowl. "No. He won't. He can't. Like I said, I broke him."

"You should keep at it." Adamat's stomach twisted at the words. This kind of torture made him sick. Even when applied to Lord Vetas. "There's no telling what else he has in that head of his."

"He'll be dead within hours," Bo said.

"Ricard's orders?" Perhaps Ricard thought Vetas was too much of a liability to keep alive for long. If Claremonte managed to find and rescue him, the following wrath would be terrible indeed.

"I don't take orders from Ricard. No, nature will finish what I started. It's taken what little knowledge I have of healing to keep him alive. I tore his arms off, and then spent the last two days questioning him. You think he'll live long? No. By nightfall I'm throwing his corpse into the Adsea and getting the pit out of this country."

"Well, then." Adamat took a deep breath and smoothed the front of his coat. Here he was, back to square one. All his allies were gone. The Proprietor had cut off contact. Ricard was busy dealing with the fallout of Vetas's capture, and Bo was leaving the country. Adamat was alone again. "I guess this is good-bye."

Bo tugged at the fingers of his right glove and pulled it off. He extended his hand. "Thank you."

"No," Adamat said, clasping the hand. He felt his heart skip a beat. Privileged did not shake hands with anyone. Not ever. "Thank you."

Bo headed back toward the mill basement. Adamat watched him go, hoping that perhaps he'd change his mind and stay in the country. Maybe he'd even help Adamat rescue Josep. But after a moment Bo disappeared downstairs.

Adamat headed into the street. This would be difficult. Maybe, just maybe, he had one friend left in Adopest.



Adamat paused on his doorstep and looked through the front window.

The blinds were drawn, but through the cracks he could see the twins playing on the rug in the living room. One of them had a wooden boat. The other one wanted it, and pushed the first over, snatching for the toy.

Adamat felt a smile tug at the corner of his mouth. They'd been through so much, but they still played and argued like regular children. He'd expected them to be worse for the wear after their ordeals. Fanish, his oldest daughter, shouted from the back room, and a moment later she entered and separated the two, then berated them soundly.

He pushed the door open and stepped inside. It didn't take long for all the children to mob him as they all sought for a hug or a kiss. He knelt and let them fawn over him. Felt the relief to have them back home. He never would have thought he'd welcome the shouting and shoving after a long day of walking the street …  but he finally had his family back.

The smile slid from his face. No sign of Faye.

"Where's your mother?" Adamat asked Fanish, gently prying Astrit off his leg.

"She's in bed, Papa."

"Has she been down today?" Fanish looked at the younger children and shook her head. She was old enough to know her mother had been through a lot, and to notice readily that she was acting strange. She was also smart enough to want to keep the other children from worrying.

Adamat took his daughter aside. "Has she eaten?"

"No."

"What did you have for dinner?"

"Soup. It's still over the fire."

"Where'd it come from?"

"Ricard's assistant brought it by. Enough for three days for the whole family."

"Fell?"

"Her. Yes."

Adamat's fists tightened. The woman who almost cost Adamat his wife by letting Vetas escape. He'd never forget that. He stopped himself from getting worked up. This was no time to hold a grudge. "Get me a bowl of soup."

He set his cane next to the front door and hung up his hat, then took the soup from his daughter and headed upstairs. In their bedroom, Faye was lying with her back to the door, blankets pulled up around her shoulders even though it was summer and the house was quite warm.

"Faye," he said gently.

No response.

He went around to her side of the bed and sat gently on the edge. He could see the rise and fall of her shoulders as she breathed softly. Her eyes were closed, but long intimacy told him she was still awake.

"Love," he said, "you need to eat something."

Again, no response.

"Sit up," he said. "You need to eat."

"You didn't take your boots off." Her voice was quiet and timid. Not at all the scolding brashness that he was used to, and that worried him.

"I'm sorry, I'll sweep up. You need to eat now."

"I'm not hungry."

"You haven't eaten all day."

"I did."

"I talked to Fanish."

She was lying to him, and now she knew that he knew. "Oh."

"You have to keep up your strength."

"Why?" She pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders.

"For the children. For me. For yourself."

Faye didn't say anything. Adamat could see tears rolling down her cheeks, her eyes squeezed closed. He put a hand gently on her arm. Didn't she know she was safe now? Couldn't she tell that the children needed her more than ever? That he needed her?

"I'm going to find Josep," he said.

Her eyes opened. "You know where he is?"

"I have a lead."

"What is it?"

Adamat patted her arm and stood. "Nothing to worry about. I'll be back late tonight, though."

There was a knock on the door downstairs, and Faye shifted around in the bed, her movements jerking, her eyes wide and wild.

"It's just SouSmith," Adamat said, trying to calm her. "He's going with me."

"What is this lead? Where is my boy?" Faye demanded.

"It's nothing to -"

She grabbed him by the arm, her grip vice-like. "Tell me."

Adamat sank back onto the bed. He didn't want to worry her, but it seemed it couldn't be helped. "Vetas sold him to Kez slavers. Supposedly, Josep is a powder mage. I'm going to go meet with the slavers and try to get him back."

"No," Faye said, surprising Adamat with the force of the word. "You'll do no such thing. You've already scraped through so much danger. I'll not wait here for word of your death."
 
 

 

"I've dealt with worse than slavers," Adamat said.

"I know the type of men Vetas did …  business with." Faye spat the word. There was panic in her eyes. Adamat could see that her desire to get her son back was warring with the need to protect her husband and her remaining children.

"I have to get Josep back. I won't leave him to the Kez."

Faye squeezed his arm tighter. "Be careful."