Thanos saw plenty that made him angry, and more that made him scared for Delos. There was only one thing he couldnt find among the chaos of the docks, and it was the one thing that hed come there to find. There were hundreds of boats there, of every shape, size, and design. There were boats filled to the brim with tough-looking warriors, and boats that looked like little more than glorified pleasure barges, there to take people to see the invasion as much as participate in it.
What he couldnt see was the boat that had brought him there. He needed to get back to Ceres, and right then, Thanos didnt know how he was going to do it.
CHAPTER FOUR
Stephania ran through the castle, pushed on by the sound of the war horns, like a hart ahead of a hunting party. If she didnt get out now, there would be no escaping. Shed done enough when it came to Ceres.
Let Felldust finish her off, Stephania said.
She retraced her steps through the castle, to the point where it connected with the tunnels beneath the city. She hoped that Elethe had kept her escape route open as Stephania had ordered. Now was a time to flee. If they were caught by the rebellion, that would be bad enough, but to be caught in the middle of a battle between it and Felldusts Five Stones would be far worse.
Except
Stephania paused, looking out of a window toward the harbor. She could see the sky dark with missiles, ships on fire as a dark ribbon of invading vessels made its way closer. Stephania ran over to a spot where she could look out over the walls, and she could see fires beyond, too.
Whichever way she ran now, it seemed that there would be enemies. She couldnt just slip out over the water, the way shed come into Delos. She couldnt risk slipping out into open countryside, because if it were her running the invasion, there would be raiding parties out to drive people back toward the city. She couldnt risk wandering Delos openly, because the rebellions forces would try to snatch her.
Yet, where were those soldiers? Stephania had passed a few guards on the way in, her disguise more than enough to let her slip by them. There hadnt been many though. The castle had the feel of a ghost ship, abandoned in the face of more pressing matters. Looking out, Stephania could see rebels moving through the streets in bright armor and patchwork stuff. There would be a few figures close by, but how many, and where?
The idea came to Stephania slowly, more as a possibility than a reality. Yet, the more she thought about it, the more it seemed like her best option. She wasnt one to dive in without thinking. In the circles of nobility, that was a way to put yourself in someone elses power, or find yourself cast out, or worse.
There were times, though, when decisive action was the answer. When a prize was there to take, hanging back could lose it as surely as overeagerness.
Stephania made her way down to Elethe, who was looking back and forth between the tunnels and the city as though she expected a horde of enemies to arrive at any moment.
Is it time to leave, my lady? Elethe said. Is Ceres dead?
Stephania shook her head. There has been a change of plan. Come with me.
To her handmaidens credit, Elethe didnt hesitate. She walked along with Stephania in spite of the worries she must have had.
Where are we going? Elethe asked.
Stephania smiled. To the dungeons. Ive decided that youre handing me over to the rebellion.
That got a shocked look from her handmaiden, although it was nothing compared to the surprise there when Stephania explained more of her plan.
Are you ready? Stephania asked, as they got closer to the dungeons.
Yes, my lady, Elethe said.
Stephania put her hands behind her back as if tied, then walked forward with what she hoped was a suitable show of fearful contrition. Elethe was doing a surprisingly good job of looking like a tough rebel with a freshly captured enemy.
There were a pair of guards near the main door, sitting behind a table with cards set out, showing how they were passing their time. Some things didnt change, regardless of who was in charge.
They looked up as Stephania approached, and Stephania was quite amused by the surprise she saw there.
Is that youve captured Lady Stephania? one asked.
How did you do it? the other said. Where did you find her?
Stephania could hear the disbelief, but also the sense that they didnt know what to do next.
She was creeping away from Ceress rooms, Elethe answered smoothly. Her handmaiden was a good liar. Can you I need to tell someone, but Im not sure who.
That was a good move. They both looked over at Elethe then, as they tried to decide what to do next. That was when Stephania brought out a needle with each of her hands, bringing it forward to strike the guards necks. They spun, but the poison was a fast-acting one, and their hearts were already pumping it through their bodies. A breath or two later, and they collapsed.
Fetch the keys, Stephania said, gesturing to one guards belt.
Elethe did so, opening up the dungeons. They were full almost to bursting, as Stephania had suspected they might be. As she hoped, at least. There werent any more guards, either. Apparently, all those with the ability to fight were on the walls.
There were men and women who were obviously soldiers and guards, torturers and simply loyal nobles. Stephania saw more than a few of her own handmaidens there, which struck her as a little foolish. The sensible move was not to insist on their loyalty, but to pretend to serve the new regime. The important thing was that they were there.
Lady Stephania? one said, as if she couldnt quite believe what she was seeing. As if she were their savior.
Stephania smiled at that. She liked the thought of people seeing her as their hero. They would probably do far more that way than simply from obedience, and she liked the idea of turning Ceress weapons against her too.
Listen to me, she said to them. Youve had a lot taken from you. You had so much, and those rebels, those peasants, dared to snatch it. I say its time to snatch it back.
Youre here to get us out? one former soldier asked.
Im here to do more than that, Stephania said. Were going to take back the castle.
She hadnt expected cheers. She wasnt some romantic who needed fools to applaud her every decision. Still, the nervous muttering amongst them was a little grating.
Are you afraid? she demanded.
There will be rebels up there! a nobleman said. Stephania knew him. High Reeve Scarel had always been quick enough to challenge others to fights when he knew he could win.
Not enough to hold this castle, Stephania said. Not now. Every rebel who can be spared is out on the walls, trying to hold back the invasion.
And what about the invasion? a noblewoman demanded. She was little better than the man who had spoken. Stephania knew secrets about what shed done before she married into wealth that would make most of the others there blush.
Oh, I see, Stephania said. Youd rather wait in a nice, safe dungeon for it all to be over. Well, what then? At best, you spend the rest of your lives in this stinking hole, if the rebels dont decide to kill you quietly once they realize how inconvenient prisoners are. If the others win do you think being in a cell will protect you? You wont be nobles to them in here, just amusements. Brief amusements.
She paused to let that sink in. She needed them to feel like cowards for even considering it.