Taste Of Darkness. Maria Snyder V.
rather a semi-peace. The leaders of the Fifteen Realms squabbled like siblings over things like mine rights and border issues. Minor compared to Tohon’s army of the dead.
“Avry...hello?” Odd waved a hand in front of my face.
I focused on him. His brows were pinched together.
“Something wrong?”
“Hogan’s finished his sketch and wants to get moving to the next blocked exit.”
We headed back, joining Hogan at the threshold.
“How many more of these—” Odd gestured to the Lilys “—do we have to check?”
Ah, the reason for his scowl.
Hogan consulted the map. “Four more.”
Odd gave me a sour look. “Gee, Avry, if this how you treat your friends, I’d hate to see what you do to your enemies.”
* * *
We spent the next couple days trekking through the Victibus mines. I made and discarded a dozen plans to rescue Melina as we moved through the forest. Peace Lilys blocked the next exit, but at the third one a small Death Lily grew. Not big enough to snatch a man yet, its petals reached as high as my hip.
“Is that...” Hogan backed up a step.
Odd laughed. “It’s just a baby. Can’t hurt a full-grown man.”
“Should we pull it?” Hogan asked.
“No. It has a flower and is still dangerous.” I stepped between him and the Lily. Before the plague, teams of people would cull the young Lily plants before they flowered to save lives.
“But we might need this exit.”
True, but these plants had a sentient core. “Let me talk to it.”
“Uh—”
“Don’t ask,” Odd cut in.
I knelt next to the Death Lily and extended my hand. With a high-pitched hiss, it parted its petals and grabbed my arm. Two barbs pricked my wrist. Toxin flowed in me, but it wasn’t strong enough. Semi-detached from my body, I connected with the Lily’s consciousness. However, the connection remained weak. I caught a glimpse of another Lily, one fully grown a few miles away.
“How do you know where it is?” Hogan asked after I’d recovered. “We don’t even know where we are.”
How to explain? “The Lily showed me a map of the area. Like your sketch, but in my mind.”
“And you trust this?”
“Yes. And we need more toxin. It’ll only be a short detour.”
“But Prince Ryne—”
“Will be very happy to be able to eliminate more dead soldiers with the toxin we collect.”
Hogan glanced at Odd.
Odd shrugged. “Just so you know, she’s going whether you agree or not.”
“You can wait here if you want. We’ll be back by sunset.” I hefted my pack.
Hogan tried again. “Prince Ryne ordered us to stay together.”
“Then come on—you’re wasting time.” I strode north. “Besides, what can happen? We’re in the middle of nowhere.”
“Now you’ve done it,” Odd said, catching up to me. “Never invite danger.”
“How’s that inviting danger?”
“Asking ‘what can happen’ is a challenge to fate. It’s like asking fate to throw something our way.”
“That’s a silly superstition.”
“To you.”
Uh-oh. Had I hurt his feelings? I glanced at him. Instead of wounded puppy dog, his expression remained serious. I remembered Odd was from Ryazan Realm. “Is this a Ryazan belief?”
“No. Soldiers don’t tempt fate. We don’t brag or boast, which is different than being bold and aggressive. We aren’t cocky, just confident. Well, the good ones are.”
“But you brag all the time at camp.”
“About stupid stuff, not the important things. You’ve never heard me come back from a patrol and brag about how many enemy soldiers my squad killed. Or how we ambushed them while they slept.”
True. He’d bragged about stealing the last cookie from the mess tent or about dumping Ursan in the mud during a training session. Actually he’d never seemed to tire of teasing Ursan over that one.
“I understand and I’ll be more careful in my...word choices from now on,” I said.
“Thank you,” Odd said.
We walked in silence for a while. While Odd and I moved with the sounds of the forest, Hogan didn’t. He needed the silent training. The afternoon sun warmed the air and drove off the damp chill. Tipping my head back, I enjoyed the heat of the sunlight on my cheeks. We’d been overnighting in the tunnels for the past two nights. I hoped Ryne’s new infirmary location wasn’t inside a cave.
After an hour, we reached the Death Lily. It grew among a dozen Peace Lilys, the largest cluster I’d seen since I’d been harvesting the toxin.
I dropped my pack and approached. It snatched me in one quick gulp. Impressive. Pain jabbed my upper arms. Then I broke free from my body, flowing into the roots of the plant and joining with its soul.
Joy and contentment pulsed over my arrival. I smiled. Death Lilys didn’t get many willing visitors. It wished to help me and it showed me its entire network of Death Lily plants, offering the toxin sacks from them all. A generous gift. Committing as many to memory as I could, I concentrated on the locations.
Then I asked it about not taking Ryne’s soldiers.
Show me, it said. It desired a mental picture of every person in Ryne’s entire army.
I can’t. Another way?
No response. Perhaps I could mark the Death Lilys with paint to warn Ryne’s men. But then Cellina’s army would figure it out, too. And I didn’t mind if the Lilys ate them.
Another memory occurred to me. It wasn’t nice. When I’d been a prisoner in Tohon’s castle, I’d learned how to kill a full-size Death Lily. With its toxin. If I sprinkle it on the ground below the flower, the toxin would be absorbed by the Lily’s roots. It would die. But just the idea... I hated it. However, it might be the only way to make those exits safe for Ryne’s army.
Seeds, the Death Lily said.
What kind of seeds?
Mine. It showed me an image of a deer grazing under a Lily. A breeze shook the leaves and a handful of oval seeds showered on the animal’s back. Eventually a noise startled the deer and it ran off, carrying the seeds. Protect seeds. Make new.
Understanding dawned. If Ryne’s soldiers wore those seeds, would they be protected?
Yes.
Will you—
Yours.
But nothing happened. What’s wrong?
Others. Another image rose in my mind. A squad of a dozen soldiers wearing Tohon’s uniforms crept up on Odd and Hogan.
Alarmed, I fought to be released. I need to warn them!
Too late.
Odd spun, pulling his sword. Hogan leaped to his feet and yanked his weapon—a long thin blade. Both had daggers in their other hands. Outnumbered six to one, the fight lasted mere moments. Disarmed and forced to their knees, Odd and Hogan surrendered to the squad’s leader.
Their situation was all my fault. Guilt and fear pumped in my heart.
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