“Who is that?” Frank growled softly.“Rabarta Arthara, the Chief Minister of Basanta. Why, Sainika?”The Anmah said nothing but took one step toward the six men. The Chief Minister was looking at some fabric, but when Frank moved, his head snapped up, and his eyes fixed on the Sainika. He grinned, and his white teeth flashed.“Jana, clear the market, now!” Frank snapped.“Why, Sainika?”“Because there is going to be a fight.” Frank took another step toward the Azazil and drew his sword. Jana gasped when he saw the glowing white of the blade, and the Chief Minister’s grin disappeared abruptly. The five other men moved in front of him and unsheathed their own swords. The people in the market saw this, several screamed, and they all scattered into the streets. Jana had not moved, but Ga’briyel’s goal had been accomplished. There were no innocents around to worry about.“Yisu, kanba vol si e en sakorota. Veya Azazil lo tainon nun lenfi,” the Anmah said in a loud voice, and the Chief Minis
Frank sank down on one of the many benches and looked up at Debhida as he stopped in front of him. “I felt it. I have the lovely ability to feel evil, my friend. Although I did not realize daemons felt the same as Azazil. I suppose I will just have to try the banishing phrase, and if it does not work, the creature must be a daemon. I only have twenty-one more of them to kill, after all.” He said the last with a grimace, and Debhida sat down next to him.“I hope you truly understand how much people appreciate what you do for them, Sainika,” the older Anmah said softly. “Everyone in this city was afraid of the Chief Minister and his men, and now we know why.” Debhida looked around the market, staring at the people with suspicion. “Are there any others here?”“Not that I have felt, but in a city this size, I may not be close enough to feel anything. Tomorrow I will walk the city and see what I can find out.” He looked at Debhida, who was still staring at the people going about their busi
“A fine horse, Frank.”The Anmah smiled as he turned to face Telantes. “Yes, he is.”“His name?”“I do not know it yet. I am testing him to see if I want to buy him. The test is over, however. This is the one I want.”“Will you return to the cave for your tack? You know you are supposed to be headed south, not north.”“No, it will stay there for now. Perhaps I can stop at Torkeln and send someone back for it.” Frank sighed, and his smile faded. “I would like to see my family again.”“Have you not seen your son in your dreams?”“I have, but it is not the same. I want to hold him and kiss my wife and sleep by her side at least one night. One night, Telantes. Is that too much to ask?”“No, Ga’briyel, it is not.” The spirit tilted his head as he listened to Yisu. “Yisu says you may spend three days and two nights at home once you get there, but that is all. You must be on your way south after that.”“I know,” Frank said softly as he moved to the stallion. He rested his hand on the horse’s
“Come on, Klyar, there’s nothing here, and I want to sleep in an inn. I’m sure you would prefer a stable to a clearing, too, so get moving.” No matter what Frank did--snapping the reins, digging his heels into the bay’s flanks, even dismounting and attempting to pull the horse down the road--Klyar refused to take another step, his eyes showing the whites, his ears pinned back, and his breath coming from his nostrils in sharp snorts. The horse was terrified, and Frank once again searched the area around them for any indication of what he was reacting to. Eventually, he saw something.In the middle of the road about twenty paces ahead, three figures appeared. They did not come from the forest, and they did not come from the direction of Torkeln--they just appeared, much as Telantes had the first time Frank saw him. These three were not Debaduta, however. The man was dressed in clothing that Frank had only seen in history books. He had on bright red trousers that clung to his hips but th
Frank walked to the ladder, expecting to have to wrestle it next to the instruction books, but to his surprise, it glided smoothly across the floor on small wheels, somehow attached to the shelving high above him. He stopped it near the books, climbed to the top, and gathered the three books to himself and carefully climbed back down the ladder. He grabbed the spellbook he had been looking at as well and left the building. The door slowly shut behind him, and when he looked at the stone, he could not see any sign that there was a door there at all. He supposed that was a good thing in case someone blundered through the illusion spell and ran into the stone. He moved to Klyar, put the books in the saddlebags, swung into the saddle, and turned the stallion back toward the road to Torkeln.Riding through the night and into the next day, Frank finally came to Sarat. The road to Torkeln ran straight through the center of the village, and there were homes lined on either side of it. Klyar w
Mari came out a few minutes later with a covered plate and a mug, a deep frown on her face, and her fury was almost enough to make Frank uncomfortable. He ignored the heat, however, thanked her for the food and ale, and began to eat. Mari moved behind the bar and started cleaning it with incensed swipes of her cloth, glaring daggers at Frank the entire time. He tried to ignore her, but as her fury grew, so did the heat directed at him, and finally, he put down his fork and stood up. He walked to the bar and leaned on his forearms.“Listen to me, Mari,” he said disdainfully. “You may have every man in this flea-bitten village wrapped around your finger, but I am not one of them. You may as well stop being angry with me because I am never going to accept your company. I love my wife, and I would never do anything with another woman. Never! So either leave this room or curb your fury, or I will leave now and pay you nothing. I will consider the food and the stable as payment for putting
Frank stepped forward and placed the tip of his sword on the second man’s chest. “You were going to kill me, were you not?” he asked, his eyes glowing.“Yes, sir, I was, but only because Samsaya ordered it done. As Yiramiya has said, if we do not kill you, we will die horrible deaths.”“Not if I kill that son of Sayatan first,” Frank muttered. “If I leave you here, will you interfere with me doing so?”“No, Sainika,” the first said, and Frank frowned.“How did you know what I am?”“Samsaya told all the villagers you were Sainika. I do not know exactly what that means, but he wants you dead. If we do not do it, someone else will.”“Not if I have anything to say about it.” Frank shoved the two men to the side and armed himself with every blade he had brought with him after strapping his sword belt around his waist. “Stay here unless you truly wish to die,” he told them as he moved to the door. “Where is Samsaya now?”“He stays in a cottage a league east of here in the forest, Sainika,”
“Take care of the bodies,” he growled at the nearest man who bobbed a quick bow and then turned to gather quite a few other men to do the Anmah’s bidding. The women who had watched the spectacle moved toward the villagers Frank had managed to simply render unconscious and started dragging them out of the middle of the road. Frank watched for a while, and then he sheathed his sword, spun on his heel, and entered the inn. Trudging up the stairs, he went to his room, pulled off his boots, and lay down on the bed to wait for morning.Three days later, weary to his very bones, Frank spotted the red tiled roofs of Torkeln from a rise about five leagues north of the city. Since the incident in Sarat, the Anmah had avoided all contact with the few villages he had seen, preferring to sleep in the forest rather than be subjected to another night of fighting. He sighed in relief when he saw the city and pressed Klyar on as fast as the horse could carry him. When he finally reached the north gate