"I'm not sure how this is going to work," Sister Ariel said. The woods were fully dark now, except for the light of her magic. "If I saw correctly, this form of magic should be especially easy for you to absorb. Just take in as much as you can."

"Then what?" Kylar said.

"Then you run."

"I run? That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard." You speak when you should listen, You speak when you should listen, the Wolf's voice echoed in his head. He gritted his teeth. "Sorry. Tell me more." the Wolf's voice echoed in his head. He gritted his teeth. "Sorry. Tell me more."

"You won't get tired.... I think. You'll still pay a price for whatever of your own magic you use, but you won't pay nearly as much for what you take from me," Sister Ariel said. "I'm ready, are you?"

Kylar shrugged. The truth was, he felt more than ready. His eyes were tingling the same way they'd tingled when he'd first bonded the ka'kari. He rubbed them again.

I'm getting more powerful. The thought was a revelation. He'd been learning to control his Talent better during his training on the rooftops, but this was different. This was different, and he'd felt it before. The thought was a revelation. He'd been learning to control his Talent better during his training on the rooftops, but this was different. This was different, and he'd felt it before.

He'd felt it every time he'd died. Every time he died, his Talent expanded, and something was changing in his vision, too. The thought should have been exhilarating. Instead, he felt the cold fingertips of dread brush down his naked back.

There must be a cost. There must be. Of course, it had already cost Kylar Elene. The thought made him ache anew. Maybe the costs were merely human ones. Of course, it had already cost Kylar Elene. The thought made him ache anew. Maybe the costs were merely human ones.

The Wolf had spoken of Durzo committing a blasphemy even worse than taking money to die. Had Durzo committed suicide? Yes. Kylar was sure of it. Had it been just for curiosity? A l.u.s.t for power? Or had he felt trapped? Suicide was impossible.

To a man as unhappy, as lonely, as isolated as Durzo had been, being bound to life would surely be odious. Oh, master, I'm so sorry. I didn't understand. Oh, master, I'm so sorry. I didn't understand. And just like that, the raw wound that was Durzo's death tore open again. Time had done little to heal Kylar. Even knowing he had released Durzo from an existence he didn't want was no consolation. Kylar had murdered a legend, murdered a man who had given him everything, and he had done it with hatred in his heart. Even if Durzo had intended it as a sacrifice, Kylar hadn't killed him for mercy. He'd murdered him for raw vengeance. Kylar remembered the sweet bile of fury, of hatred for every trial Durzo had put him through, that bile had saturated him, kept him strong as he clung wounded to the ceiling of that tunnel in the stacks. And just like that, the raw wound that was Durzo's death tore open again. Time had done little to heal Kylar. Even knowing he had released Durzo from an existence he didn't want was no consolation. Kylar had murdered a legend, murdered a man who had given him everything, and he had done it with hatred in his heart. Even if Durzo had intended it as a sacrifice, Kylar hadn't killed him for mercy. He'd murdered him for raw vengeance. Kylar remembered the sweet bile of fury, of hatred for every trial Durzo had put him through, that bile had saturated him, kept him strong as he clung wounded to the ceiling of that tunnel in the stacks.

Now Durzo was truly dead, released from the prison of his own flesh. But it felt lonely and raw and unjust. Durzo's reward for seven centuries of isolation and service to some goal that he didn't understand shouldn't have been death. It should have been an unveiling of the worth of that goal. It should have been reunion and communion commensurate with seven hundred years of isolation. Kylar was just coming to understand his master now, and now that he wanted to make things right, there was no Durzo to make it right with. He'd been clipped out of the tapestry of Kylar's life, leaving an ugly hole that nothing could fill.

"I can only hold the full measure of my Talent for so long, young man," Sister Ariel said, sweat beading on her forehead.

"Oh, right," Kylar said.

A pool of concentrated light burned in Sister Ariel's hands. Kylar put his hand in it, willing the power into himself.

Nothing happened.

He brought the ka'kari up to the skin of his palm. Still nothing happened.

It was strangely embarra.s.sing to look so inept. "Just let it happen," Sister Ariel said.

Just let it happen. That p.i.s.sed him off. It was that falsely wise c.r.a.p that teachers pulled. Your body knows what to do. You're thinking too much. Right.

"Will you look away for a sec?" he asked.

"Absolutely not," Sister Ariel said.

He'd done this before while wearing the ka'kari as a second skin. He knew it could be done.

"I can't hold this for much longer," Sister Ariel said.

Kylar drew the ka'kari into a ball in his hand and palmed it, holding his hand palm down over the pool of magic in the sister's hands. He thought it was quick enough she didn't see it. Come on, please work! Come on, please work!

~Since you ask so nicely...~ Kylar blinked at that. Then the pooled magic winked out like a candle in a high wind. Kylar only had a moment to be unnerved before the thought was obliterated. Where the metallic sphere touched his palm, Kylar felt like he was holding lightning. He lost control of his body as it arced through him, freezing him in place, ignoring his desire to pull away-pullawaypullaway!-before he fried.

Sister Ariel was pulling back, but the ka'kari stretched between them, sucking magic like a lamprey sucking blood.

Kylar felt himself filling, gloriously filling with magic, with power, and light, and life. He could see the very veins in his hands, the veins in the few remaining leaves overhead. He could see life squirming and wriggling everywhere in the forest. He saw through the gra.s.ses to the fox's burrow, through the bark of the fir tree to the woodp.e.c.k.e.r's nest. He could feel the kiss of starlight on his skin. He could smell a hundred different men from the rebel camp, tell what they'd eaten, how much they'd worked, who was healthy and who sick. He could hear so much it was overwhelming, he could barely pull the strands apart. The wind made leaves clang against each other like cymbals, there was a roar that was the breathing of two-no, three large animals-himself, and Sister Ariel, and one other. The leaves themselves were breathing. He heard the heartbeat of an owl, the thunderous wallop of... a knee hitting the ground. light, and life. He could see the very veins in his hands, the veins in the few remaining leaves overhead. He could see life squirming and wriggling everywhere in the forest. He saw through the gra.s.ses to the fox's burrow, through the bark of the fir tree to the woodp.e.c.k.e.r's nest. He could feel the kiss of starlight on his skin. He could smell a hundred different men from the rebel camp, tell what they'd eaten, how much they'd worked, who was healthy and who sick. He could hear so much it was overwhelming, he could barely pull the strands apart. The wind made leaves clang against each other like cymbals, there was a roar that was the breathing of two-no, three large animals-himself, and Sister Ariel, and one other. The leaves themselves were breathing. He heard the heartbeat of an owl, the thunderous wallop of... a knee hitting the ground.

"Stop! Stop!" Sister Ariel said. She was slumped on the ground, and still magic flowed from her.

Kylar yanked the ka'kari back and took it into his body.

Sister Ariel fell, but he didn't even notice her. Light-magic-life-dazzled, bled, exploded from every pore on his body. It was too much. It hurt. Every beat of his heart scoured his veins with more power. His body was too small.

"GOOOOO," Sister Ariel said. It was ludicrously slow. He waited while her lips moved and the whisper thundered forth. "SAAVE..." Save? Save what? Why didn't she just say it? Why was everything so slow, so interminably, so d.a.m.nably slow? He could barely hold himself still. He was bleeding light. His head throbbed. Another chamber of his heart compressed while he waited and waited. "THE..."

Save the king, his impatience supplied. He had to save the king. He had to save Logan.

Before Sister Ariel spoke again, Kylar was running.

Running? No, running was too pedestrian a term. He was moving twice the speed of the fastest man. Three times.

It was sheer joy. It was sheer moment, for there was nothing but the moment. He dodged and twisted, he looked ahead as far as his glowing eyes could see.

He was moving so fast that the air began to battle against him. His feet couldn't gain the traction they needed to push him faster. He threatened to leave the earth.

Then he saw a camp ahead, right in the middle of his path. He jumped and he did leave the earth. A hundred paces he flew. Two hundred. Straight at a tree.

He threw the ka'kari forward and jerked as he slammed through the three-foot-wide trunk. Wood exploded in every direction, but he kept going. Behind him, he heard the tree cracking and beginning to fall, but he was already too far away to hear it land. three-foot-wide trunk. Wood exploded in every direction, but he kept going. Behind him, he heard the tree cracking and beginning to fall, but he was already too far away to hear it land.

So he ran. He extended the ka'kari before him so it cut the wind, extended it behind him so that it pressed his feet to the earth so he could run faster still.

The night faded, and he ran. The sun rose, and still he ran, a glutton devouring miles.

Sister Ariel crawled back to the tree where she'd bound Ulyssandra. It took a long time, but she had to. She wasn't sure if she slept that she would ever wake up. Finally, she reached Uly. The little girl was awake, her eyes red, tear tracks covering her cheeks. So she knew Kylar had awakened, and that Sister Ariel had concealed her, betrayed her.

There was nothing Sister Ariel could say. There was nothing either of them could do, anyway. Sister Ariel had loosed Vi and Kylar like twin hunting falcons. There was no calling them back now. If Uly were still here when Ariel woke, she'd take the girl to the Chantry. It would be a long trip, and it might give her some time to think about what she'd just experienced.

By all the G.o.ds, the boy had sucked her dry and still had room for more. Her! One of the most powerful women in the Chantry! He was so young, so blithe and terrifying.

It took all her willpower to unbind Uly. Touching magic now was like drinking liquor while hung over. But in a moment, it was done, and she collapsed.

49

Somehow, Logan had believed that there was something special about him. He'd had everything taken from him. His friends had been taken, his wife taken, his hopes taken, his freedom taken, his dignity taken, his navete taken. But his life had been spared.

Now that would be taken, too. The G.o.dking wouldn't leave him down here. Logan had already died once and been resurrected. This time, Garoth Ursuul would want to see Logan die with his own eyes. There would doubtless be torture first, but Logan couldn't care.

If he'd been stronger, he would have tried one last desperate plan, but his fever had left him a sh.e.l.l. At the least, he could throw away his own life to kill Fin. He could have done it-before the fever. He'd just never been willing to make that sacrifice while he still had hope. He'd always wanted to preserve his own life, and so now he'd lost his life and gained nothing. Not even for his friends.

Logan brooded in the darkness. Mercifully, whatever Khali was, it had moved further away, and the smothering feel that had so suffused the Maw was now just a dull pressure. Everything that had seemed so unbearable about the Hole-the stink, the heat, the howling-was again familiar, if not comfortable.

"b.i.t.c.h, come here," Fin said.

Lilly stood and patted Logan's shoulder. She whispered to Gnasher, probably telling him to watch over Logan, and then she left.

Of course she left. He didn't even blame her, though it made him feel even more empty and desolate. Lilly had to be practical. The sentimentality of all the books Logan had once loved died when it came within smelling distance of the Hole. Lilly was a survivor. Logan was going to be dead within an hour or two. Life went on. Logan's heart might blame her, but his mind couldn't. In any other circ.u.mstance, he would have condemned himself for eating human flesh.

Then Gnasher got up and walked away.

Do I reek so much of death? It wasn't fair to blame Gnasher and not blame Lilly, but Logan did. He suddenly hated the simple, misshapen man. How could he leave? After all he'd lost, Logan wanted to at least believe he had gained a friend or two. It wasn't fair to blame Gnasher and not blame Lilly, but Logan did. He suddenly hated the simple, misshapen man. How could he leave? After all he'd lost, Logan wanted to at least believe he had gained a friend or two.

Gnasher probably didn't even know Logan was going to die. He'd just gone to play with the end of Fin's sinew rope-Fin was too busy banging Lilly to pay him any mind. Logan looked at Gnash and tried to see him with pity. The simpleton was surely here for less reason than Logan was. He hadn't betrayed Logan, he just saw a chance to play with something new. Fin never let anyone touch his rope.

Logan smiled as he saw Gnasher sit down and grab the rope in both hands, squeezing it as hard as he could with all the concentration in the world, as if it were going to get away from him. The man truly lived in a different world.

Logan was aware of the other Holers staring at him. He could tell what they were thinking. King. He'd called himself King as a grim joke when he'd jumped down here-a stupid, insane joke, but the joke of a man who'd just watched his wife bleed to death. It was taking them some time to absorb the fact that it was all real.

Tatts stood and walked over. He squatted beside Logan. Beneath the grime that covered his skin, his dark tattoos looked like vir. He sucked at his gums and spat blood; the scurvy was getting to him, too.

"I would have liked it," Tatts said, speaking for only the third time Logan had ever heard. "If you'd been the king. You got b.a.l.l.s like no royal I ever heard of."

"b.a.l.l.s!" Fin paused in his rutting and propped himself up on his hands and laughed. He was a gruesome sight, sweating and dirty, his mouth b.l.o.o.d.y, the sinew rope half undone, half still wrapped around his naked body. "Someone else is gonna have his b.a.l.l.s soon enough."

Logan looked away, still embarra.s.sed to see Lilly doing what she needed to do to survive, so he almost missed it. Lilly shoved and Fin cried out and Logan saw him at the edge of the Hole on his side, precariously balanced, arms scrambling.

Then Lilly kicked him in the groin with all her strength and he fell in the Hole.

Lilly flung herself away from the coils of rope that snapped taut beneath her. Tied to Fin, coil upon coil disappeared down the Hole.

Gnasher's arms jerked out and his entire body jumped forward. Then again and again as the sinew rope jerked Fin to a stop, dropped again, stopped again, and then began unwinding at great speed as gravity uncoiled the rope wrapped around Fin's body.

Finally, Fin's body must have hit bottom, because the weight on the rope eased.

Lilly cried out and hugged Gnasher and kissed him. "You did perfect! Just perfect!" She turned to Logan. "You, on the other hand, could have been a lot more helpful."

Logan was stunned. He'd tried to think of ways to kill Fin for-well, for however long he'd been in this h.e.l.l. Now he was just gone. Gone, and Logan hadn't done a thing.

"Now listen to me," Lilly said. "All of you. We're f.u.c.ked. We always have been. We all done what we done, and ain't one of us worth trusting. But King ain't one of us. We can trust him. We ain't got but half a chance, and to have even that, it needs all of us."

"What're you asking?" Nine-Finger Nick asked.

"We had a key. Now we've got Fin's rope. But we got no time. I say we lower King and Gnash into the Hole. King cuz we can trust him and he saw where the key fell, and Gnash because he's the only one strong enough to climb back up the rope if he needs to. They go down and take a look around, see if they can find a way out from down there or find the key. One way or the other, it might give us a chance to get out before the palies come back."

"Why don't we all climb down?" Nick asked.

"Cuz we all got to hold the rope, idjit. There's no place to tie it."

"We could tie it to the grate," Nick said.

"Fin's body's still tied to it. We'd have to make a tower three people high and then lift Fin's body weight-it's impossible. After King goes and unties Fin's body, we can do that. Then all of us can get out. Or if there's no way out down there, he might find the key and we'll be able to make a rush up here."

"We'd have to go past that... thing," Nick said, fearful.

"n.o.body said it was a good chance," Lilly said. "You want to stay, you die for sure."

Tatts nodded. He was in.

"I still say we lower someone else," Nick said.

"I got us the rope," Lilly said. "We do it my way or not at all."

"Come on, Lill-"

"Would you trust us to hold the rope with you on it, Nick? We let it go and we'd get your cut of the food."

That shut Nick up.

"Can you trust us, King?" Tatts asked.

"I trust you." I don't have anything to lose. I don't have anything to lose.

It took them a few minutes to explain it to Gnasher, and even then Logan wasn't sure the man understood. They got the rest of the Holers arranged holding the rope. Lilly stood at the front. She told the Holers that even if they let go, she wouldn't. If they wanted to keep her s.e.xual favors, they'd better not let go.

"I owe you everything," Logan told her. Lilly was anything but a beautiful woman, but right now, she looked radiant. She looked proud of herself for the first time Logan had ever seen.

"No, I owe you, King. When you came down here, I told you to hold onto something good, but you're the one who showed me how. I'm more than this, no matter what I done. If I die now, it don't matter. I ain't good, but you are, and I'm helping you. No one can take that away. You just promise me, King, when you get it all back and go to your fancy parties, you remember. You're the king of us criminals, too."

"I won't forget." He stepped up to the edge to the Hole. "Lilly, what's your real name?"

She hesitated as if she almost didn't remember, then said shyly. "Lilene. Lilene Rauzana."

He straightened his back and spoke, "By the powers vested in our person and in our royal office, be it known that Lilene Rauzana is absolved of all crimes committed heretofore and that all penalties thereof are commuted. Lilene Rauzana is innocent in our sight. Let the record of her wrongs be taken as far as the east is from the west. So let it be written, so let it be done."

It was a ridiculous thing for a man in rags to say to a prost.i.tute. Somehow though, it was right. Logan had never had more power than at this moment, when he had the power to heal. The Holers didn't even mock.

Lilly's eyes spilled tears. "You don't know what I done," she said.

"I don't need to."

"I want to make it right. I don't want be like I been-"

"Then don't. As of now, you're innocent."

With that, Logan stepped into the Hole.