“Someone is always listening. So be silent, and let’s keep moving.”
The girls sigh and hoist Aladdin up again, two with his arms, two with his legs. Exposed beams above them provide perches for me to flit to as I shadow them.
“He’s heavier than he looks,” one complains.
“It’s all these muscles,” says Ensi, giggling. She’s holding one of his arms, and she squeezes his bicep appreciatively. “You didn’t tell us he was so handsome. What a shame we had to put a bag over his head. And you had him wrapped around your finger!”
“Shush!” Their leader turns and draws a finger forcefully across her lips, signaling for silence.
Suddenly a shadow drops in front of them, and the girls halt. The shadow rises and drops its hood; it’s another girl, this one tall and lithe, carrying a supple bow.
“Raz!” Ensi cries. “What is it?”
She reports, “Guards ahead. Too late to run. Act casual.”
The girls curse, drop Aladdin roughly, roll him into a gutter, then lean against the wall, hiding him with their cloaks. I land on the edge of the roof above them, the cool night wind ruffling my feathers. From my perch, I can see around the bend in the road, where the guards are walking toward the girls. There are six in all, wearing chain mail and pointed helmets.
When they round the corner, the girls look down at their feet. If casual is their intention, they’re not doing a very good job. Five girls, dressed head to toe in black, standing silently in the gutter is not exactly a common sight at any hour, much less the middle of the night.
And indeed, the guards stop short when they spot them.
“You there,” calls one. “What are you up to? Don’t you know there’s a curfew?”
“Just heading home,” says the girls’ leader, keeping her eyes averted.
The guards, instead of walking on, gather around them, grinning and nudging each other.
“And where’s home?” asks the first. “Madame Padyme’s pleasure house, perhaps?”
His fellows laugh appreciatively, their eyes glowing with interest. The girls group closer together. Their hands move subtly, fingers wrapping around concealed weapons. Behind them, Aladdin groans.
The guard cocks his head. “What’ve you got there, eh?”
“None of your concern.” The girls’ leader lifts her chin, stepping forward and staring down the guard.
He only laughs. “Tell you what, ladies. We’ll make a deal. We’ll give you the chance to persuade us not to arrest you for suspicious behavior. What do you say?”
Ensi sidles up to him and runs her finger down his chest. “Well . . . I’d say that’s quite generous of you.”
His tongue darts across his lips, and he snakes a hand around her waist—only to have her twist out of reach and fling a hand toward him, a burst of blue powder exploding on his face. He drops instantly. Ensi already has another handful of the stuff ready, drawn from a pouch on her belt. The other girls draw daggers, and Raz nocks an arrow onto her bow. They all pull veils across their faces, protecting themselves against the powder Ensi throws.
The guards, startled only for a moment, pull out their swords, but the girls are already attacking. They move with deadly precision. Ensi’s poisoned powder takes down another guard, while the leader and a third girl knock another two unconscious with the hilts of their daggers. At first I can’t tell how the fourth girl bests her opponent—but then I see it: a yellow-and-white snake coiling up her arm. Its victim foams at the mouth, his eyes rolling backward in his head as he falls, a hand clasped to the bite on his neck.
The last guard backs away, his face white.
“I—I’m new at this. I never meant—please!” He turns and flees.
The leader nods to the archer. “Don’t kill him. They are just doing their job, however reprehensibly.”
Raz nods and draws back her arrow. The man is twenty paces away when she lets fly. The bolt strikes his helmet, knocking him flat before deflecting harmlessly. He strikes his head on the stones and falls still.
The fight is over before it hardly began, without a single guard getting in a blow. The girls clean up quickly, dragging them all behind a stack of barrels between two buildings, where they’ll likely lie unnoticed till dawn. Ensi administers a few drops of clear liquid to the one with the snakebite.
“He’ll live,” she says. “But he won’t be visiting his pleasure houses any time soon.” She spits on him, then giggles.
Their leader sighs and nudges Aladdin with the toe of her boot. “Well, not exactly how I hoped things would go. We’ll have to hurry.”