You cut her free, Ceres said. Ill hold them.
She swung her blade in arcs, holding the sailors at bay while Thanos worked to free Jeva. Up close, she was even stranger looking than she had been at a distance. Her soft, dark skin had blue swirls and patterns worked into it, creeping over her shaven skull like tendrils of smoke. Fragments of bone decorated her otherwise silken clothing, while her eyes blazed with defiance at her predicament.
Ceres had no time to watch as Thanos cut her free, because she had to concentrate on keeping back the sailors. One hacked at her with an axe, swinging it overhand. Ceres stepped into the space created by his swing, cutting as she moved past him and then swinging the sword in a circle to force the others back. She thrust it through the leg of one man, then kicked high, catching him under the jaw.
I have her, Thanos said, and as Ceres glanced back, he had indeed freed the Bone Folk woman who skipped past Ceres to snatch a knife from a fallen man.
She moved into the crowd of sailors like a whirlwind, cutting and killing. Ceres glanced across to Thanos, then went with her, trying to keep up with the progress of the woman they were supposed to be saving. She saw Thanos parry a sword stroke and then strike back, but Ceres had a blow of her own to deflect in that moment.
The three of them fought together, shifting places like participants in some formal dance where there never seemed to be a shortage of partners. The difference was that these partners were armed, and one misstep would mean death.
They fought hard, and Ceres shouted her defiance as they attacked her. She cut and moved and cut again, seeing Thanos fight with the square-edged strength of a nobleman, the Bone Folk woman beside him lashing out in a blur of vicious aggression.
Then the combatlords were there, and Ceres knew it was time to go.
Over the side! she yelled, running for the rail.
She dove, and felt the cold of the water again as she hit it. She swam, making for the boat, then hauled herself up over the side. Her father pulled her aboard, and then she helped the others one by one.
What were you thinking? her father asked as they reached the deck.
I was thinking I couldnt stand by, Thanos replied.
Ceres wanted to argue with that, but she knew it was part of what made Thanos who he was. It was part of what she loved about him.
Foolish, the Bone Folk woman was saying with a smile. Wonderfully foolish. Thank you.
Ceres looked around at the boats nearest to them. All of them were up in arms now, many of the sailors aboard rushing for weapons. An arrow hit the water near them, then another.
Row! she yelled to the combatlords, but where could they row to? Already, she could see the other ships moving to intercept them. Soon, there would be no way out. It was the kind of situation where she might have used her powers before, but now she didnt have them.
Please, Mother, she begged in the quiet of her mind, you helped me before. Help me now.
She felt her mothers presence somewhere on the edge of her being, ephemeral and calming. She could feel her mothers attention, looking through her, trying to work out what had happened to her.
What have they done to you? her mothers voice whispered. This is the sorcerers work.
Please, Ceres said. I dont need my powers back forever, but I need help now.
In the pause that followed, an arrow struck the deck between Ceress feet. It was too close by far.
I cannot undo what has been done, her mother said. But I can lend you another gift, this one time. It will only be once, though. I do not think your body could stand more.
Ceres didnt care, so long as they escaped. Already, boats were closing in. They needed this.
Touch the water, Ceres, and forgive me, because this will hurt.
Ceres didnt question it. Instead, she placed her hand on the waves, feeling the wetness flow around her skin. She braced herself
and she still had to fight to keep from screaming as something poured through her, shimmering out across the water, then up through the air. It seemed as though someone had drawn a gauze veil across the world.
Through it, Ceres could see archers and warriors staring in shock. She could hear them shouting in surprise, but the sounds seemed muted.
They complain that they cannot see us, Jeva said. They say that it is dark magic. She looked at Ceres with something like awe. It seems that you are everything Thanos said you would be.
Ceres wasnt sure about that. Just holding this hurt more than she could believe. She wasnt sure how long she would be able to keep it up.
Row, she said. Row before it fades!
CHAPTER THREE
In the high-roofed temple of the castle, Irrien watched impassively as the priests prepared Stephania for sacrifice. He stood unmoved while they bustled, tying her in place on the altar, securing her while she screamed and struggled.
Normally, Irrien had little time for such things. The priests were a bunch of blood-obsessed fools who seemed to think that placating death could fend it off. As if any man could hold off death except through the strength of his arm. Begging didnt work, not to the gods, and not, as Deloss brief ruler was finding out, to him.
Please, Irrien, I will do anything you want! Do you want me to kneel before you? Please!
Irrien stood like a statue, ignoring it the way he ignored the pain of his wound, while around him nobles and warriors stood watching. There was some value to be had in letting them see this, at least, just as there was value in placating the priests. Their favor was just another source of power to be taken, and Irrien was not so foolish as to ignore that.
Dont you desire me? Stephania begged. I thought you wanted me for your plaything.
Irrien wasnt so foolish as to ignore Stephanias charms, either. That was part of the problem. When her hand had been on his arm, hed felt something beyond the usual stirrings of desire he felt with beautiful slaves. He would not allow that. Could not allow that. No one would have power over him, even of the kind that came from within him.
He looked over the crowd. There were more than enough beautiful women there, Stephanias former handmaidens kneeling in their chains. Some of them wept at the sight of what was happening to their former ruler. He would distract himself with them soon enough. For now, he needed to get rid of the threat that Stephania posed with her ability to make him feel something.
The highest of the priests came forward, the gold and silver wires in his beard jangling as he moved.
All is ready, my lord, he said. We will cut the babe from its mothers belly, and then sacrifice it on the altar in the proper fashion.
And your gods will find this pleasing? Irrien asked. If the priest caught the slight note of derision there, he did not dare show it.
Most pleasing, First Stone. Most pleasing indeed.
Irrien nodded.
Then it will be done the way you suggest. But I will be the one to kill the child.
You, First Stone? the priest asked. He sounded surprised. But why?
Because it was his victory, not the priests. Because Irrien had been the one fighting his way through the city, while these priests had probably been safe on the ships transporting them. Because he was the one who had suffered a wound for this. Because Irrien took the deaths that were his, rather than leaving them to lesser men. He didnt explain any of that, though. He didnt owe ones such as these explanations.