Poison Study Part 20

I was astounded. I had never heard Rand speak with such harsh sarcasm before, and more than that, if Star was a magician, I could be in serious danger. My mind spun, but it was all too complex to contemplate at this time.

"I don't need to read your mind," Star called after him. "All I have to do is review your history, Rand. It's all there."

Silence settled. The only noise coming from Star's study was the crinkle of papers being turned. Valek stood, pulling me up with him. His man had returned. Handing him the notebook, Valek descended the steps.

I followed Valek through the dark streets of Castletown. We kept to the shadows, avoiding the patrolmen. Once we had escaped the city's limits, Valek relaxed and walked beside me on the main road to the castle.

"I'm sorry," Valek said. "I know Rand was your friend."

His use of the past tense jabbed like a knife's point between my ribs.

"How long have you known?" I asked.

"I've suspected for the last three months, but only procured the hard evidence this month."

"What tipped you off?"

"Rand and his staff helped me with that poison test I gave you. He stayed while I laced the food with poison. I left that goblet of peach juice on my desk to keep it clean. It was a fair test. Blackberry poison was in that cup, but I didn't put it there." Valek paused, letting the information sink in.

"An interesting property of blackberries is that only when they're prepared in a special solution of grain alcohol and yeast and cooked with extreme care to the proper temperature are they poisonous. Most cooks, and certainly not their a.s.sistants, don't possess the skills or the knowledge to achieve that result." Valek sounded as if he admired Rand's ability to brew the poison.

The full understanding that Rand had tried to poison me almost knocked me off my feet. I stumbled as a surge of nausea boiled in my stomach. Das.h.i.+ng to the side of the road, I vomited into the bushes. Only when my body had ceased its convulsions did I realize Valek was supporting me. One of his arms was wrapped around my waist, while a cold hand pressed against my forehead.

"Thanks," I said, wiping my chin clean with some leaves. With trembling legs, I let Valek lead me to the castle. If he hadn't continued to support me, I would have curled up on the ground and called it a night.

"There's more. Do you want to hear it?" Valek asked.

"No." The truth, but as we drew closer to the outer wall of the castle complex, I made an ugly connection. "Did Rand set me up at the fire festival?"

"In a way."

"That's not an answer."

"The goons that nabbed you waited for you near the baking tent, so I suspected that Rand had told Star you would be there. But then he wouldn't let you out of his sight. It was as if he was protecting you. Remember how upset he was when he couldn't find you. How relieved he was when he spotted you alive and whole?"

"I thought he was drunk," I said.

"I suspect Rand is an unwilling partic.i.p.ant. At the time of the poison test, he hardly knew you, but as your friends.h.i.+p grew, I imagine he finds himself in a difficult situation. He doesn't want to hurt you, but he needs to pay off his gambling debt. Star has an extensive organization, with plenty more thugs to replace the ones I took care of, thugs who would be willing to break a few bones for their boss. Does that make you feel any better?"

"No." My reaction to Rand's betrayal seemed extreme even to me, but I couldn't switch it off. It wasn't the first time someone had played false with me and it wasn't going to be the last. Brazell had deceived me. I had loved him like a father, and been loyal to him. In the end, it took almost a year of enduring his experiments before my feelings dwindled to the point where I could see him as he really was. But I had always known my young devotion to him was one-sided. Since he had never given me any reason to think he cared for me, his actions had been easier to stomach.

Rand's friends.h.i.+p, on the other hand, appeared genuine. I had begun to feel as if I had finally made a decent-size hole in the stone barricade I had built around myself. Big enough for me to slip through and enjoy our time together. Now the wall was crumbling. I felt stones pelting me and burying me deep beneath the rubble. How could I trust anyone again?

"Anything else you want to tell me?" I asked Valek as we stopped a few feet short of the castle's south entrance. "Did Ari and Janco set me up for Nix's attack? Do you have another test of loyalty for me up your sleeve? Maybe the next time, I'll actually fail. A prospect that seems appealing!" I pushed away Valek's supporting arm. "When you warned me that you would test me from time to time, I thought you meant spiking my food. But it seems there is more than one way to poison a person's heart, and it doesn't even require a meal."

"Everyone makes choices in life. Some bad, some good. It's called living, and if you want to bow out, then go right ahead. But don't do it halfway. Don't linger in whiner's limbo," Valek said, his voice gruff. "I don't know what horrors you faced prior to your arrival in our dungeon. If I had to guess, I would think they were worse than what you have discovered tonight. Perhaps that will put things into perspective."

He strode into the castle. I leaned against the cold wall, resting my head on the unyielding surface. Maybe if I stayed here long enough, my heart would turn to stone. Then betrayals, tests of loyalties and poisons would have no effect on me. But the cold eventually drove me inside.

"Apply a force on the wrench. Not too much. You need a firm yet gentle touch," Janco said.

With healing hands still sore, I clumsily placed the tension wrench into the keyhole and applied pressure.

"Now use your diamond pick to lift the pin that's trapped by the tension, lift it until it breaks," he instructed.

"Breaks?" I asked.

"Reaches alignment. When you put a key into a lock, the metal ridges push the pins up so you can turn the cylinder and open the lock. The pins hold the cylinder in place. You'll need to do one pin at a time, and continue the pressure."

I slid the pick into the lock past the wrench. I maneuvered the pick, lifting each of the five pins. I could feel a tiny vibration in my finger joints as each pin broke with a subtle yet distinct click. When they were all aligned, the cylinder turned and the door unlocked.

"Good job! d.a.m.n, Yelena, you're a fast learner." Janco paused, his brow creased in concern. "You're not going to use this to do something stupid, right? And get us into trouble?"

"Define stupid," I said. When Janco's eyes widened, I added, "Don't worry. I'm the only one who would get into trouble."

He relaxed, and I practiced on another lock. We were in the lower level of the castle where no one would surprise us. It had been four days since the night I had learned about Rand. Valek's orders had been to act as if nothing had happened. He wanted to discover the full extent of Star's organization before exposing them. Valek was a true predator, I thought sourly, eyeing his prey before pouncing for the kill.

I knew I wasn't ready to play the friend to Rand, so I had been avoiding him, which wasn't hard to do. The castle crawled with Generals and their retinues, making every worker in the complex busy, including Rand.

Brazell was another reason I was glad to be out of sight. His black-and-green soldiers had infected the castle, and keeping away from them was becoming difficult. Although, I didn't mind hiding in Valek's suite. He had stolen a box of Criollo, and I was contented to munch a piece each time I tasted the Commander's food.

Ari, Janco and I had postponed our training sessions for the duration of the Generals' visit, but I had managed to rope Janco into teaching me to pick locks. Giving him the gold coin from Star had provided an added incentive. Valek had said I could keep it since working undercover wasn't part of the food taster's job. But the heavy weight of it in my pocket had been a constant reminder of Rand's treachery, so I decided to put it to good use.

"This last lock has ten pins. If you can open this one, you'll be able to handle all the pin-tumbler locks or key locks in the castle. Except the dungeon bolts. They're complicated, and it's not like we can practice on them." Janco's forehead furrowed. "You're not going to need that skill, are you?"

"I sincerely hope not."

"Good."

After several failed attempts, I managed to pop the lock open.

"Now you need to practice. The quicker you can spring a lock the better," Janco instructed. "I would let you borrow my picks, but I never know exactly when I might need them." He winked, a mischievous glint sparkling in his eyes. "So..." He pulled another set from his pocket. "I used that coin you gave me to buy a set for you." He handed me a black cloth case.

"That money was for you."

"Oh, there's plenty left. Even after I bought you this." He flourished an ebony-colored wooden rod as long as my hand. It was decorated with a bright silver b.u.t.ton, and silver symbols were engraved on the side.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Push the b.u.t.ton," he said with glee.

I pressed down with my thumb, and started when a long gleaming blade shot out. It was a switchblade.

Amazed, I stared at my gifts. "Thank you, Janco. But why did you buy these for me?"

"Guilt, I suppose."

"Guilt?" Not the answer I had expected.

"I called you a criminal. I was once a criminal, but I've gone past it, and no one has held it against me. Besides, I have a terrible feeling you may need them. General Brazell's soldiers have been swaggering around the barracks, bragging about who is going to *take out' Reyad's killer. They're quite imaginative, and I had to hold Ari back from challenging the lot a couple of times. Ten against one isn't good odds, even for Ari and me."

"I'll stay away from them," I said.

"Good. I'd better get moving. I've drawn the night s.h.i.+ft. But, first, I'll escort you to your room."

"That's not necessary."

"Ari would kill me if I didn't."

We walked together toward Valek's suite. When we reached the corner before the main doors, Janco stopped just out of sight of the guards.

"Almost forgot," he said, reaching into his uniform pocket. He pulled out a sheath for the switchblade. "It goes around your right thigh. Remember to make a nice big hole in your pants pocket, so when you pull the weapon it won't get caught in the fabric."

He was about to leave when I stopped him. "Janco, what are these symbols?" I pointed to the silver markings on the handle of the knife.

Janco smiled. "They're the old battle symbols used by the King when he sent out messages and orders during war times. It didn't matter if the enemy intercepted them, because they were unintelligible to anyone who didn't know how to decipher them. Some of the soldiers still use them. They work well in military exercises."

"What do they say?"

His grin widened. "Too easy, Yelena. I'm sure you'll figure it out...eventually." Always the prankster, Janco laughed with delight.

"Come here," I said, "so I can punch you."

"I'd love to oblige you, my dear." Janco dodged beyond my reach. "But I'm late."

23.

AFTER HIDING JANCO'S GIFTS deep in my uniform pocket, I went into Valek's suite. He was working at his desk, but he looked up as soon as I entered the room, giving me the impression that he had been waiting for me.

"Where have you been?" he asked.

"With Janco," I said. But I was wary. As long as I arrived at the scheduled times during the day, Valek didn't ask about what I did with my free time.

"Doing what?" Valek demanded, standing with his hands on his hips.

The comical image of a jealous husband popped into my mind. I stifled a smile. "Discussing fighting tactics."

"Oh." Valek relaxed his stance, but moved his arms awkwardly as if he felt he had overreacted and was trying to cover it up. "Well, that's all right. But from now on, I need to know where you are at all times, and I suggest you stay in the castle and keep a low profile for a while. General Brazell's guards have set a bounty on your head."

"A bounty?" Fear pulsed through my chest.

"It could be a rumor or just drunken soldiers' talk. But until they leave, I want you protected." Valek's tone was firm, but then he added, "I don't want to train another taster."

"I'll be careful."

"No. You'll be paranoid. You'll move in a crowd, keep to well-lit areas and you'll make certain to have an escort with you whenever you're walking down empty hallways late at night. Understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. The Generals' brandy meeting is scheduled for tomorrow evening. Each General will bring a bottle of his finest brandy to share as they discuss Ixian business late into the night. You will be needed to taste the Commander's drinks." Valek lifted a box of eight bottles from the floor. They clinked musically as he set the carton on the table.

Pulling out a small drinking gla.s.s, he said, "I want you to sample each brandy once tonight and at least twice tomorrow, so you know how each tastes clean of poisons." He handed me the gla.s.s. "Each bottle is labeled according to the type of brandy, and which General brings it."

I grabbed a decanter at random. It was General Dinno's cherry brandy made in MDa8. Pouring a mouthful, I took a sip and rolled the liquid around my tongue, attempting to commit the taste to memory before swallowing. The strong alcohol burned down my throat, leaving behind a small fire in my chest. My face flushed with the heat.

"I suggest you use the *slurp and spit' method so you don't get drunk," Valek said.

"Good point." I found another gla.s.s for spitting, and then worked my way through the remainder of the bottles.

On the day of the meeting, I tasted each brandy twice more in Valek's suite, and then tested myself with a third round. Only when I could pinpoint by taste alone which cordial belonged to which General was I satisfied.

That night, I waited for Valek to escort me to the war room. He came downstairs decked out in full dress uniform. Red braids draped his shoulders; medals were lined up six deep over his left breast. He oozed dignity, a man of stature. I would have been impressed, except for the uncomfortable and peevish look he wore. A petulant child forced to wear his best clothes. I covered my mouth, but was unable to block my laughter.

"Enough. I have to wear this d.a.m.n thing once a year and, as far as I'm concerned, it's one time too many." Valek tugged at his collar. "Ready?"

I joined him at the door. The uniform enhanced his athletic body, and my thoughts drifted to how magnificent he would look with his uniform puddled around his feet.

"You look stunning," I blurted. Mortified, I blushed as a rush of heat spread through my body. I must have swallowed more brandy than I'd realized.

"Really?" Valek glanced down at his uniform. Then he set his shoulders back and stopped yanking at his collar. His cross expression changed to a thoughtful smile.

"Yes. You do," I said.

We arrived in the Commander's war room just as the Generals a.s.sembled. The long, slender, stained-gla.s.s windows glowed with the weak light of the setting sun. Servants scurried around the circular chamber, lighting lanterns and arranging platters of food and drink. All military personnel were attired in their dress uniforms. Medals and b.u.t.tons sparkled. I knew only three Generals by sight; the rest I deduced by the color of the diamonds on their otherwise black uniforms. Scrutinizing their faces, I memorized their different features in case Valek tested me later.

Brazell glared when I made eye contact. Adviser Mogkan stood next to him, and I s.h.i.+vered as Mogkan's eyes slid over me with cunning appraisal. When Brazell and Reyad had performed their experiments on me, Mogkan had always hovered nearby. His presence, sensed but unseen, had given me violent nightmares. Brazell's usual advisers were missing; I wondered why he had brought Mogkan instead.

The Commander sat at the tip of the egg-shaped conference table. His uniform was simple and elegant with real diamonds st.i.tched onto his collar. The Generals, flanked by their advisers, seated themselves around the rest of the table. Valek's chair was to the Commander's right, and my stool was placed behind them, against the only stone wall in the room. I knew the meeting would last all night, and I was glad I would be able to rest my back. Another advantage to my position was that I wasn't in direct sight of Brazell. Although I could avoid seeing the poisonous looks he might flash my way, I couldn't hide from Mogkan's pointed stares.

The Commander pounded a wooden gavel on the table. Silence fell. "Before we launch into the scheduled topics," the Commander said, indicating the detailed agenda which had been distributed earlier, "I have an important announcement. I have appointed a new successor."

A murmur rippled through the war room as the Commander walked around the table and handed a sealed envelope to each General. Inside the envelopes were eight pieces to an encoded puzzle that would reveal the new successor's name when deciphered by Valek's key.

Tension permeated the room. I felt it pressing against me like an overfilled water-skin about to burst. A maelstrom of expressions, surprise, anger, concern and contemplation crossed the Generals' faces. General Rasmussen of MDa7 whispered into his adviser's ear, the General's cheeks turning as red as his hair and mustache. I leaned forward in my seat and saw Brazell struggle to keep his face neutral as delight tweaked at his features.

Instead of erupting, the tension simmered, and leaked away as the Commander ignored it by beginning the meeting. Items related to MDa1 were the first order of business, to be followed by each district in order. As a bottle of General Kitvivan's special white brandy slid around the table, the Generals discussed snow cats and mining rights.

"Come on, Kit. Enough about the cats. Just feed them up on the pack ice like we do, and they won't bother you," General Chenzo of MDa2 said in exasperation, running a meaty hand through his moon-white hair. His full mane stood out starkly against his tanned skin.

"Feed them so they'll get healthy and fat and start breeding like rabbits? We'll go broke supplying the meat," Kitvivan shot back.