Sweep of the Blade
“That idiot couldn’t find his way out of a boot with floodlights and scout support. Trust me, victory is not in his future.”
On the screen, a massive creature charged Olasard, who heroically jumped impossibly high into the air, swinging a sword that was almost as big as he was. Helen clutched the teddy to her and took another bite out of her steak.
“Went a bit overboard with his sword,” Maud murmured.
“More dramatic this way,” Arland said.
She liked this, Maud realized with a shock. She liked sitting here on the floor with him, watching Helen. It felt almost like a late-night pajama party. Comfortable.
Safe.
It had been so bloody long since she’d felt safe. There was the time in Dina’s inn, but Gertrude Hunt had been under assault.
They could’ve done this in her quarters, just her and Helen, but it wouldn’t be the same. It was him. Arland made her feel safe.
Alarm screeched at her senses. To let your guard down was to die. What am I doing?
“Is something the matter?” he asked quietly.
The anxiety saddled her and galloped off. This was ridiculous. The simple act of relaxing was so alien to her that her mind went into convulsions, thinking she was in danger.
Maud opened her mouth to lie.
No. She promised herself she wouldn’t.
“This is strange,” Maud said. “Being safe is strange.”
Arland reached behind him, pulled a blanket off the bed, and draped it over her. “It will pass,” he said quietly. “Eat a little more. Food will help.”
She picked up her plate. Her instincts screamed at her to get out of the room. Instead she moved closer to him. They were touching now.
He draped his big body against the bed, relaxed, calm. Maud took another bite.
“The tachi were on the verge of leaving,” she said. “You served them salad.”
“They are vegetarians.”
“They like meat. They just won’t eat it in enemy territory.”
“Are we the enemy, then?” he asked, his voice calm and measured.
She took another bite and moved half an inch closer to him. “They’re trying to decide. They like patterns in their food. The more elaborate, the better. Where is your Maven?”
“Dead,” he said. “She was murdered just as she prepared to be a Band Bearer for an important wedding. Her name was Olinia. She was my youngest aunt.”
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“Her assassin is dead. The person who betrayed her is dead as well. That’s how I met Lady Dina.”
Onscreen, Olasard lopped off three heads from evil vampires in a single swing. Helen waved the ribeye bone around, imitating it.
“Can I ask you something?” Maud asked.
“Of course.”
“Why do you have a copy of Twilight in your room?”
Arland became completely still. “Um.”
“Lord Marshal?” she prompted with a small smile.
“I wanted to know how women from Earth see vampires.”
“Why?”
He paused, obviously choosing his words carefully. “Your sister is a fascinating woman.”
“You don’t ever have to apologize for being attracted to my sister,” she told him. “She is amazing.”
“She is. To my shame, I must confess that it might have been more than just Lady Dina’s fine qualities. A certain rivalry may have played a role.”
“Sean Evans,” Maud guessed.
“I decided back then that I do not like werewolves,” Arland said. “I have yet to change my mind. Ghastly creatures.”
They sat together in comfortable silence while she picked at her plate. He was right. Food helped. Of course, if she relied on food to stave off her anxiety, she would soon have to get a new set of armor.
“We do not get many outsiders here,” Arland said. “Kacey, my cousin’s stepbrother’s wife, is the first human I had ever seen. As adolescents, we were all fascinated by her. She was different. When I visited the inn, I had never before met anyone like Lady Dina. Feminine, wrapped in mystery, yet firmly in control of her domain.”
“The mystique of the innkeepers,” Maud murmured.
“Yes. Sometimes meeting someone so different obscures the real person underneath. One becomes more fascinated with what a person represents than who they are.”
“Mmmm.” Where was he going with this?
His voice was intimate and sure. “What I’m trying to say is, I see you. I would love you if you were a vampire or a human, because of who you are. You don’t need an inn or a broom to fascinate me. You only have to look my way and you’ll have all of my attention.”
Something fluttered in her chest. Something left over from before Karhari and her marriage.
She tilted her head and gave him a narrow smile. “What if I were a werewolf?”
He sucked in air, pretending to think it over. “I would love you still.”
She laughed quietly and rested her head on his shoulder.
7
The door chimed.
Maud sat up on the bed, instantly awake, and for a confused moment, tried to open the door with her mind. Then reality sank in: She wasn’t back at Dina’s inn. She was in her quarters in House Krahr’s castle.
She’d dreamt of being small and weak, running for her life through the garden at her parents’ inn. Something chased her, something huge and monstrous. She tried to see what it was, but all she could remember were teeth. Enormous teeth as tall as Helen.
The door chimed again.
Maud shook her head, trying to clear the last shreds of the nightmare from her mind. Yesterday she’d stayed in Arland’s room way too long. They’d ended up talking about the space station long after Helen had fallen asleep.
“Time?” she asked as she pulled on soft sweatpants.
Glowing red numbers ignited on the wall above the fireplace. 9:30. Daesyn had a thirty-hour cycle, each hour being fifty minutes, each minute fifty moments. It was early. In Earth time, around 6:30 am.
The door chimed once again.
“Open.”
The door slid aside, and Karat swept in wearing black armor. Not her best military set, either. When a military set suffered damage, it was often repaired while in battle or shortly after. Fixing syn-armor required a quiet environment, a lot of time, and a steady hand. Under battle conditions all three were frequently in short supply, which was why war armor showed scars and imperfections. The black set Karat wore now looked like it had just come from a nanite forge. Whatever damage it had suffered had been mended without a trace.
Karat dropped into the nearest chair. “How was my cousin?”
Maud blinked at her.
“You spent most of the night in his rooms.”
“You’re spying on me.”
“Of course we’re spying on you. We know you went back to your room with Helen. We also know that the current usage in his room was elevated until well after midnight, which is atypical of him, so we deduced that you dropped off your child and returned via the private passageway. I trust everything went well?”
Vampire cousins. “The armor stayed on.”
“What? Why?”
“We’re not to that stage of the relationship.”
Karat stared at her. “Have you ever?”
“No.”
“That’s absurd. How do you know you’re compatible? How could he ask you to marry him without first verifying this?”
“You would have to ask him,” Maud growled.
“What were you doing all that time in his rooms?”
“Helen watched a movie. We talked. It was sweet.”
“So, you took the child with you…Wait.” Karat paused. “Did you just say my cousin was sweet? Arland Krahr? The Bloodmace? The Bone Crusher? The Ravager of Nexus? That Arland?”
“Yes. He was sweet and there was no ravaging.” The way he looked at her last night gave her no doubt he wanted to. She wanted to as well, but something held her back. She was like a bridled horse. Every time she thought about it, something tugged on the reins and made her stop.
Karat leaned back and laughed. “That is so not like him. Poor, poor Arland. So far gone.”
Maud sighed. “The problem isn’t your cousin. The problem is me. He’s giving me time.”
Karat sobered up. “Yes, of course.”
“Is there a point in you coming here and waking me up?”
“Yes.” All mirth drained from Karat’s face. “Lady Ilemina requests your presence at the Ladies’ Communal this morning.”
Figured. Maud squared her shoulders. She knew it was coming and here it was. There was no escape.
“Do you have practice armor?” Karat asked.
“I’ll wear my usual set.”
“Probably for the best. You’ll need it. You have about twenty minutes to get ready. We’ll need to collect Helen as well. She has labor duty.”
“We’ll get dressed,” Maud said.
“Here we go.” Karat stopped by the doorway to a large chamber. The older sentinel who’d brought Helen to the feast hall waited in the doorway. Beyond the doorway children played on floor.
The sentinel’s blue eyes sparkled slightly with hidden humor. “Lady Helen.”
Lady Helen squared her tiny shoulders. “I’m here for repercussions.”