Cast in Sorrow (Luna Books)(40)

Teela exhaled. Kaylin's arms were too numb to feel what she assumed they otherwise would; Teela was casting. "I can see one," Teela said.

"There are two. I recognize them both."

* * *

Kaylin didn't take her eyes off the sigil. The first time she had seen it, she had been suspended in the wreckage of her home. The second time, she'd been in the fiefs. This sigil mirrored the second sighting: it was strong, bold-and not small. But it was shadowed by a second signature.

The first time she'd seen the effect, she'd assumed the hand of two mages.

But she'd seen the inverse in the outlands, and she knew that the second sigil was barely visible because it so closely mirrored the first. The color was faint, the signature so weak it was barely visible. But she thought it faintly green-green smoke. Green shadow.

The small dragon sighed-audibly-and lifted a wing; it drooped. Clearly they weren't the only ones who were tired.

"Lift both." Teela came to stand on the dragon side of Kaylin. When the dragon failed to obey, she grimaced and added, "Please."

He hissed at her, but condescended to lift his second wing.

"Honestly, kitling, I'm thinking of removing them and making them something more dependably wearable."

The dragon batted Teela's face. Kaylin felt she deserved this and said nothing. But she looked, as Teela looked. Through the wing, the sigils were clear, and they were both distinct.

"There are two," Teela said. Kaylin glanced at her; in profile, she could see pursed lips. "I concur."

"With what?"

"The portal is active."

"Can you contain it, or should we try to find another way-" A thunderous roar ate the rest of the sentence.

* * *

"Teela-are they here to find you?"

Teela stiffened. "Why," she said, in the conversational tone she used on drug dealers who thought the Barrani Hawks were bribable, "would you ask that question?"

"Because you're not dead, and the guards are."

"They-and who exactly do you mean by that amorphous ‘they'?-didn't stop to ask questions. The guards," she added, "are dead because they were not powerful enough. I am. How did you get here?"

"Gaedin and Serian dropped us through the floor."

Teela's eyes widened slightly. They couldn't get any bluer. "They risked the judgment of the green?"

"Yes. We were kind of hemmed in by the equivalent of an Arcane bomb and a looming shadow portal; there wasn't a lot of out left."

"And the green accepted you."

"More or less. Look-could we just do it again?"

Teela's eyes widened for real this time. "Only you could say something that careless. Kitling, there's a reason that men are now dead throughout this hall."

Kaylin had been wondering.

"It is the same reason that many of my kin choose to avoid the wakened Hallionne where they have any reasonable choice."

"This wasn't reasonable," Kaylin pointed out.

"No. Understand, Kaylin, that not all of the men who serve the Lord of the West March are native to the West March. They have all witnessed the recitation, and they are all Lords-but they are Lords of the High Court."

"Could you enter the tunnels?"

Teela said nothing. Kaylin thought that was the whole of the answer. The roaring-and the sound of cracking wood-continued at their back. "No. If I enter the tunnels, I will never leave them."

* * *

The small dragon lowered both of his wings. Before either Teela or Kaylin could complain, he pushed himself off Kaylin's shoulder, squawking in a way that suggested frustration and anger. It was almost comical to watch his chest swell in outrage.

Almost.

"If you surrendered to the judgment of the green, why are you here, kitling?"

"Where should I be?"

"In the heart of the green, of course. The Lord of the West March rules the green, but his power is political; it is not of the green, and his hall is in no way at its heart."

Great. "Teela-"

"Stay away from the green."

"I can't exactly fly. This entire place is the green, as far as I can tell."

One black brow rose. "You are meddling in things you don't understand."

"So what else is new? Believe that I wouldn't be meddling if anyone actually took the time to-oh-explain things first!"

The roaring banked sharply. Kaylin wilted. "...Sorry."

Teela shook her head. She nudged Kaylin out of line of sight of the door's damaged frame. The doors were present, but they were off their hinges. Nothing short of a small workforce could close them. "You watch your familiar." Sword held loosely in hand, she turned her back on Kaylin; Kaylin held her daggers.

Kaylin-it is not safe to remain in the hall.

Yes, we're aware of that. The center of the dining hall is a portal and we'd like not to accidentally walk back into the outlands.

You are certain? Nightshade's voice was sharper.

Yes. It's Iberrienne's work, or I'm Barrani.

The frame of the door cracked; it made the sound best associated with lightning, except up close and personal. Kaylin turned to see something the size of a large horse. It looked like a forest Feral-but larger, clearer, more distinct. Teela spit out three harsh syllables as the Feral roared.

Purple flame-at least judging by the sudden heat of it-flew from its mouth. Teela raised sword and split the stream; it passed to either side of her without singing her hair. Kaylin, standing behind Teela, felt the heat; she held her ground, raising her daggers. There was no way to close with a creature like this; she could throw.

She wouldn't, unless Teela moved.

The small dragon turned. But he did inhale in that long, slow way that dragons sometimes did. When he exhaled, he exhaled a stream that was gray and white to the Feral's purple. It didn't reach the Feral because it wasn't aimed there. His target was the sigil, the signature that any significant use of magic left in its wake. Signatures weren't the magic itself; they were the traces it left behind.

She opened her mouth to tell him that this was a waste of breath-literally-but considered the waste of her own breath and shut up. The magic that Iberrienne used wasn't a magic that the Hawks studied-and generally loathed. It wasn't the typical Arcanist fare. The clouds that the small dragon breathed were unique, and what the small dragon saw-or knew-he couldn't communicate.

But he'd saved her life a handful of times, and she chose to trust him now. She didn't pause to see the effect of his breath, because big, huge, and ugly had pretty much crushed the obstructing remnants of the doors, and he was way too close for comfort.

She turned back to Teela, and Teela-without warning-sent her flying into the nearest wall. Since it wasn't that near, Kaylin bruised her shoulder before finding her feet; she dropped one knife and retrieved it in a running roll that brought her back to her feet again.

Teela was already on the move. She carried the sword as if it weighed nothing-as if it were just an extension of her arm. Purple fire hit the floor in a splash; Kaylin expected said floor to darken and scorch. It didn't. As long as she dodged breath-and jaws, and claws-she'd survive.

Given the presence of a Feral that really didn't look all that Ferallike up close, she considered a portal to elsewhere to be less of a risk than it had seemed a few minutes ago. Teela, however, didn't. Kaylin saw sparks fly as her sword scraped the lower edge of creature jaws. It did about as much damage as it would against flat stone.

The creature roared.

Kaylin leaped out of the direct path of its open mouth, narrowly avoiding flame. The creature appeared to be herding Teela toward the center of the room; Teela was having none of it. If the creature were larger, it wasn't faster. It was as fast, but the momentum gained when rushing made it harder for the creature to maneuver.

Teela didn't have that problem.

Light was reflected off the whole of the creature's face. Kaylin guessed that the only damage done in this melee would be to the edge of the sword, and she grimaced when Teela struck again; she hated the sound of metal against stone.

The creature's eyes were small and inset into the black bulk of a face that was mostly jaw; it moved fast enough Kaylin couldn't get a direct shot at them-but she tried anyway. When Teela's sword bounced for a third time, the creature's neck elongated, its jaws snapping instantly, and loudly, shut at the spot where Teela had been standing. Teela slid sideways and they closed on empty air; the Barrani Hawk brought her weapon down across a momentarily closed jaw, with enough force to drive its head into the ground.

Kaylin threw her second dagger at the creature's exposed neck.

It stuck its landing.

"Teela!"

Teela didn't answer, but she'd seen. As the creature raised its head again, its neck retracted; the dagger Kaylin had thrown was dislodged, and clattered to the ground. Kaylin watched it fall; it wasn't in the best position for retrieval.

She cursed; if she'd been Barrani, she'd have a sword, and the next time it extended itself she could attempt to remove head from neck.

If the creature hadn't been so adept at fighting on two fronts-when, admittedly, the second front was Kaylin and almost insignificant-Kaylin would have taken the time to watch Teela in action, because Teela in action had some of the deadly, beautiful grace of-of Dragons. She couldn't. If she wasn't causing damage, she was drawing fire, and if she wanted to continue to do so, she had to make sure none of it caught her.

She ducked and rolled when something flew at her face, and realized only when it landed that it was the small dragon.