Read thefiremargins Online

Authors: Lisanne Norman

thefiremargins (53 page)

BOOK: thefiremargins
7.48Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads
 

* * *

 

Mara stood watching while Dzaka sat on his haunches examining the crumpled pieces of metal, trying to see where they overlapped or were crushed together. Making his mind up, he began to separate two of them.
As he pulled one piece free, he gave a yip of annoyance when a sharp edge of the metal cut into one of his fingers. Throwing the offending piece aside, he began to lick the blood off his finger.
"You've hurt yourself," said Mara. "Here, let me have a look." Taking a tissue from her trouser pocket, she stepped over toward him, reaching out and taking hold of his hand.
She pressed the tissue to the cut, dabbing the blood away so she could examine it.
Acutely uncomfortable, Dzaka submitted to her ministrations, all the while aware of the interest in him that she was radiating.
"You'll live," she said, smiling up at him, her touch on his hand becoming much lighter as she stroked the sensitive areas of his palm.
He snatched his hand back, moving away from her, aware his tail was flicking in agitation but unable to control it. "It's fine, thanks, Mara," he said. "I've got to get back to my work. Jack wants it as soon as possible."
"Are you sure you won't stay and help me?" she asked. "It can't be much fun having Kitra following you about all the time. It really is an awful imposition on your good nature. Stay for a while. She's bound to get fed up and go home eventually."
"Ah. No thanks," he said, backing off.
Almost at a run, he headed over to Jack's work table. "Jack," he said. "Sorry, but I've got to go now."
"Go? Go where?" asked Jack, continuing to peer through the magnifying lens at the object he was cleaning.
"Away from here. Home."
Jack looked up, surprised at the intensity in Dzaka's voice. "Why?"
"Mara— and Kitra!" He leaned forward on Jack's table. "I can't stay here with both of them like this!"
"That's what comes of being popular," said Jack drily. "Don't you feel flattered?"
"Ohhhh! You don't understand!" he hissed, pushing himself away from the table. "They're
both
trouble!"
"Then hadn't you better decide on which one you want?" asked Jack, peering over his glasses again.
Dzaka gave a low roar of frustration and spun away from him, heading out of the cavern.

 

* * *

 

The upward sloping tunnel that led from the lower chamber was clear all the way through to the entrance to the second cavern complex. There, the stark white of the lighting units illuminated what had obviously been a living area large enough to house some thirty people. This area had only suffered a light rockfall or two, probably the result of seismic activity over the last millennium and a half.
The metal skeletons of beds, their fabrics long since decayed, lined the walls. Springs so rusted that they disintegrated if touched showed where mattresses had been. Beside them, remnants of wooden night lockers stood in various stages of dissolution. Here and there lay the odd personal item, waiting for an owner long since dead. A brush, a jar of hair beads, and broken cosmetic containers were just some of the belongings that had fallen abandoned on the floor. Whoever they'd been, they'd left hurriedly with not enough time to collect all their possessions.
At one end of the dormitory, a narrow passageway through to the next chamber was blocked by a metal door that was amazingly still intact after so long. The other end was partitioned off from ceiling to floor by panels of wood, large areas of which had rotted away.
"Maybe this is the place Kaid described seeing in one of his replays," said Carrie, walking toward the partitions. "The one he listed as a training session."
"Don't touch them," warned Kusac, hurrying over to her. "Some of the panels are better preserved than others."
"I'm only going to look," she said, peering through one of the larger gaps. "Looks like a kitchen area." The disappointment in her voice was noticeable.
"It is," said Kusac, gently taking her arm and drawing her back from the partition. "I think you're right. This has the look of the place Kaid's book describes. That door, though," he said, flicking his ears toward the small corridor, "there has to be something important behind it for it to warrant such heavy security. That other replay of Kaid's, the one about Rezac and Zashou forming their Leska Link, it was in another cavernous area, wasn't it?"
As they approached the door, Carrie freed herself and walked a few steps ahead of him. Stopping in front of it, she examined the surface closely.
"Yes, it was. They were making notes— on paper, not comp pads, so they possibly didn't have such advanced technology as Earth or Shola has now," she said as she began to run her fingertips gently over the surface. "Or they no longer had access to it. Taking notes, compiling facts, waiting for results ... I wonder. Could they have been running data through a computer? And if so, what kind of data?"
"And why were they here," added Konis, joining them.
This is the first time I've seen Carrie work,
he sent to his son.
Interesting. I can feel her doing something that resembles probing, but what exactly ...
"It is probing," said Carrie absently, unaware of the starts of surprise from the two males behind her. "They were hiding. Hiding from the Valtegans."
It unnerves me when she does that,
sent Konis.
Even I can't listen in to private links!
Her senses are extended while she's working. She's bound to pick up a lot more,
replied Kusac.
"If you two stopped gossiping," said Carrie, moving over to the rock wall at the side of the door, "you'd be able to help me get in here. I'm sure there's a mechanism somewhere." She began to search the surface of the wall, trying to find any crevices or loose pieces where a switch could be concealed.
She gave up after five minutes fruitless searching. "Dammit! I
know
there's a way in somewhere around here!"
"Leave it for now, Carrie," said Konis, reaching out to gently draw her away from the enigmatic door. "The way in will be found eventually. If it isn't, then it will have to be forced."
"It shouldn't have to be forced! I know there's a mechanism, if I could only remember where," she said, pulling away from him to return to the doorway.
Kusac intercepted her this time. "No. You've spent long enough looking. We should be leaving now. They've orders not to start work until we do."
As they began walking down the corridor back to the main chamber, high on the fortified walls of Stronghold, a gray-cloaked priest was standing with his Companion.

 

* * *

 

"You make it difficult for me to concentrate, Kha'Qwa," said Lijou as she came within his cloak to escape the bit-ing wind.
"You'll manage," she said, leaning her head against his shoulder. "You were the one who asked me to meet you here. All I'm doing is supplying an alibi, not seducing you."
Lijou lowered his face till his cheek touched the top of her head. "Then since one of Ghezu's guards is coming this way, perhaps we should pretend to be taking a few moments for ourselves," he murmured gently in her ear before beginning to nuzzle it.
She sighed, relaxing her body against his and stretching her arms round his back and up onto his shoulders. "You never could act, Lijou," she whispered as they heard the approaching footfall of Kaibah, one of Ghezu's personal guards. Her face turned toward Lijou's and she began to delicately nibble at his cheek and jawline, sensing through her empathic talent his reluctant response.
Eyes half closed, he was peripherally aware of the guard passing them and his hands instinctively tightened on her shoulders.
Kaibah stopped. "Afternoon, Guild Master," he said. "Cold today, isn't it?"
"Go chase a tree-rhudda, Kaibah," growled Kha'Qwa, not bothering to turn round. "We didn't come here looking for an audience."
Lijou barely suppressed his grunt of surprise and interest as unseen, her hand slid through the opening of his robe and began to caress his thigh.
Her gesture had the desired effect on both males. Kaibah, seeing the expression on Lijou's face, realized why they were there and as his ears lay flat in embarrassment, he began to back away hurriedly. As for Lijou ...
"You utterly unrepentant she-jegget!" he hissed, trying to keep his voice low while surreptitiously trying to remove the hand that was determined to become more intimate.
"What's wrong? You wanted us to take some time for ourselves," she whispered.
"Yes, but not this! My reputation will be in shreds!"
"You mean you haven't come up here before?" she asked, still managing to evade him. "In that case, it'll enhance your reputation among the males," she chuckled. "Not to mention some of the Sisters! Trust me."
Lijou gave up and instead pulled her close, swinging her round so her back was to the keep wall. "Since this is what you want," he began, but she stopped him.
"Now send your message," she said, her face deadly serious.
"Now?"
"Now. You'll find it easier when you have an incentive. Use that energy to send it. I've had lovers who were telepaths before. It worked for them."
Not quite convinced, Lijou began to visualize Kusac, reaching out to find the unique pattern of his mind. Within moments, he'd not only located him but sent the warning.

 

* * *

 

In the passageway, Kusac staggered slightly, reaching out for the wall for support.
"What is it?" asked his father.
"Lijou," said Carrie, steadying her mate.
"I'm fine," said Kusac, standing upright again. "He warns us that Fyak has Kaid and that Ghezu's put a contract out on Dzaka. He thinks Ghezu's finally gone over the edge. We're to watch out for him, and for Kaid being taken to Stronghold."
"I'll warn Nesul and the High Command," said Konis. "We'll have Ghezu monitored as best we can. I didn't realize our Head Priest was capable of transmitting over such a distance."
"He had help," said Carrie, a small smile on her face as her hand reached for her mate's.
You didn't tell him it all. Could Ghezu have Kaid already?
Lijou thinks it possible, because of the bracelet. It could be that Ghezu's seen Kaid at Rhijudu and Fyak refused to hand him over. Lijou sent that Ghezu actually said Kaid was Fyak's prisoner. Let's not assume the worst.
We've got to do something, Kusac! At the moment we're doing nothing!
There's nothing we can do as yet!
Kusac gripped her arm more tightly.
If there was, I'd do it!
Then I'll do what Noni suggested. Go to the Shrine. Maybe Vartra can help, since He seems determined to be involved in all our lives!
It wouldn't do any harm,
sent Kusac.

 

* * *

 

Back at Stronghold, Kha'Qwa grinned up at her lover. "See? Now you've had your alibi, we can go indoors, where we can continue this in comfort."
Lijou returned her grin as the wind whipped at his cloak. "Not quite. I haven't
had
my alibi yet."
"I wasn't exactly being serious," she said, trying to push him aside. "It's far too cold up here today!"
"You started it, Kha'Qwa," he purred, running a hand through her short ginger hair. "Kaibah will tell everyone why we were up here, and you don't want to make liars out of us, do you?"
"Lijou! I'll freeze to death out here!"
"No, you won't. I don't intend us to be here for that long. Then we can do as you suggested; go into the warmth and continue this little encounter in comfort."
"Did I really say you lacked imagination?" she murmured.

CHAPTER 15

 

He lay still, barely conscious, aware only of the fire that flickered through his limbs and tail before centering once more on his back. The slightest movement of his head exacerbated the throbbing behind his eyes. He could smell water nearby, and though his tongue was swollen with thirst, he knew he couldn't reach it.
How long he lay like that, he'd no idea. He thought he heard voices at one point, but they meant nothing to him. Then, like the last time, their cold hands touched his body, pressing and probing at him. The hypoderm stung his neck and he knew relief as the numbness spread along nerves that were inflamed and raw. Not quickly enough though, as the dressing on his back was ripped off.
He moved then, flinching as the fresh pain coursed through him, too weak to even cry out. That was when he realized just how ill he was.
"Why wasn't I called from the first?" a voice demanded. "I want him moved immediately to the infirmary. I can't treat him here under these conditions!"
"You'll have to," Ghezu said. "He's being held secretly because he has friends in the Brotherhood. My contract requires that I interrogate him. He was working for Fyak, training his troops. There's a lot that the High Council needs to know."
"That's your concern, not mine. You know the rules. All prisoners undergoing questioning must have a member of the Guild of Medics present! You've abused this prisoner by not bringing him to me on arrival! And you didn't tell me his wounds were in this state! They have to be cleaned— I'll need to return to my infirmary. In the meantime, has he eaten or drunk anything since he arrived? I thought not! Get some fluids into him immediately. I'll be back as soon as I can."
They made him get up and sit on the edge of the bed. He was forced to drink water till it ran down his chin and started him coughing. Despite the analgesic, the pain was intense and he almost passed out. Then he was returned to the bed. Gratefully he sank back down onto his stomach, hands clutching the bed frame as he waited for the agony to subside.
The physician returned and began cleaning his wounds. Kaid lost consciousness almost immediately, and when he next woke, he was alone. He felt better— the effects of the stunner blast had finally gone. All that remained was the pain of the flogging.
One of the guards came in, bringing food and water. He was ordered to remain where he was, and for that one meal only, he was fed. Afterward, he slept till the physician woke him by removing the dressings and giving him more medication.
"You can get up when you feel ready," he said. "In fact, the sooner the better. I'm not replacing the dressings, those wounds need to breathe now. I don't need to tell you to make use of your back muscles, do I? Good. I'll see you in a few days, then."

BOOK: thefiremargins
7.48Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads

Other books

The Doll's House by Tania Carver
Kiss & Spell by Eton, Kris
Goodlow's Ghosts by Wright, T.M.
Rebel Spirits by Ruby, Lois
The Gate to Women's Country by Sheri S. Tepper
A Murder in Time by Julie McElwain


readsbookonline.com Copyright 2016 - 2024