A hiss of surprise came from either Nisk or Lisseth, his Naja lieutenants. Aside from some pebbles discharged downhill by the lashing of a tail, that was the only sound from the soldiers. In Karous ears, blood pounded. What was he doing? She hoped he knew, because she really didnt.
She stole a glance at Akiva. None of the grief or disgust, the dismay or the love that had shown on his face the night before was in evidence now; his mask was in place, and so was her own. All her turmoil had to stay hidden, and there was plenty of it to hide.
Akiva had come back here. Can no one stay escaped from this damned kasbah? It was brave; he had always been that, and reckless. But it wasnt only himself he jeopardized now. It was everything she was trying to achieve. The position he was putting the Wolf in: to come up with yet another plausible excuse not to kill him?
And then there was her own position. Maybe that was what flustered her the most.
Here was Akiva, this enemy whom she had fallen in love with twice, in two separate lives, with a power that felt like the design of the universe and maybe even was, and it didnt matter. She stood at Thiagos side. This was the place she had made for herself, for the sake of her people: at Thiagos side.
Moreover though Akiva didnt know this this was the Thiago she had made for herself: one she could bear to stand with. The White Wolf was not himself these days. She had sealed a better soul into the body she despised oh, Ziri and she prayed to everything in the infinite array of gods of two worlds that no one would figure it out. It was a wrenching secret, and felt every moment like a grenade in her hand. Her heartbeat slipped in and out of rhythm. Her palms were clammy.
The deception was massive, and it was fragile, and it fell most heavily by far to Ziri to pull it off. To dupe all these soldiers? Most of them had served for decades with the general, some few for centuries, through multiple incarnations, and they knew his every gesture, every inflection. Ziri had to be the Wolf, in manner and cadence and in chill, suppressed brutalityto be him, but, paradoxically, a better him, one who could guide their people toward survival instead of dead-end vengeance.
That could only happen by degrees. The White Wolf wouldnt just wake up one morning, yawn and stretch and decide to ally with his mortal enemy.
But that was exactly what Ziri was doing right now.
Jael must be stopped, he stated as a matter of fact. If he succeeds in procuring human weapons and support, there will be no hope for any of us. In that, at least, we have common cause. He kept his voice low, conveying absolute authority and not a seconds concern with how his decision would be received. It was the Wolfs way, and Ziris impersonation was flawless. How many are they?
A thousand, replied Akiva. In this world. There will, no doubt, be a heavy troop presence on the other side of the portal.
This portal? asked Thiago with a jerk of his head toward the Atlas Mountains.
They entered by the other, said Akiva. But this one could be compromised, too. They have the means to discover it.
He didnt look at Karou when he said this, but she felt a flare of blame. Because of her, the abomination Razgut was a free agent, and he could easily have shown the Dominion this portal, as he had shown it to her. The chimaera could be trapped here, cut off from their retreat to their own world while their seraph enemies closed in on them from both sides. This safe haven she had led them to could so easily become their grave.
Thiago took it in stride. Well. Lets find out.
He looked to his soldiers, and they looked back, wary, parsing his every move. What is he up to? they would be wondering,
because it simply couldnt be what it seemed. Soon he would order the angels killed. This was all part of some strategy. Surely.
Oora, Sarsagon, he commanded, choose teams for speed and stealth. I want to know if there are Dominion at our door. If there are, keep them out. Hold the portal. Let no angel through alive. A wolfish smile conveyed pleasure at the thought of dead angels, and Karou saw some of the wariness leave the soldiers faces. This made sense to them, if the rest didnt: the Wolf, relishing the prospect of seraph blood. Send a messenger once youre certain. Go, he said, and they did, Oora and Sarsagon picking their teams with quick, decisive gestures as they moved through the gathering. Bast, Keita-Eiri, the griffons Vazra and Ashtra, Lilivett, Helget, Emylion.
Everyone else, back to the court. Be ready to leave if the report is favorable. The general paused. And ready to fight if it isnt. Again he managed, with no more than the shadow of a smile, to hint that he would prefer the bloodier outcome.
It was well done, and a little hope wicked into Karous anxiety. Action was best, orders given and followed. The response was immediate and unfaltering. The host turned and moved back up the hill. If Ziri could maintain this unassailable demeanor of command, even the surliest of the troops would hustle to meet his approval.