Herald of the Storm

TWENTY-SEVEN

‘So what do I do now?’ It pained her to ask such a question, Kaira was so used to a life of regimented control. This was a situation to which she was wholly unsuited.

‘I suggest you start by praying he wakes up,’ Buttercup replied. She was treating it like a game, despite the fact that a man might be dying.

The man she had learned was Merrick Ryder lay on her bed in the Pony and Fiddle. Kaira had done her best to treat the man’s injuries — she was no battlefield chirurgeon, but she knew how to stitch and dress a wound. His head was bandaged, both his eyes beginning to swell, his nose bust, probably broken, and his lip split in three places. For the bruises on his body she could do little. If his ribs were broken he would be of little use. Kaira could only hope Merrick Ryder was tougher than he looked.

Right now he didn’t look even remotely tough.

‘And what if he dies? What then?’

‘Then we’ll find some other way to raise you through the ranks of the Guild. Ryder’s not the only card in our hand.’

Kaira glanced down at Merrick, watching his chest rise and fall, his breath shallow but even. What she knew of the man painted a rather ugly picture but she couldn’t help but feel some sympathy. She had been brought up in the Temple of Autumn, trained as a peerless fighter, but also a defender of the weak and helpless. She had been raised alongside the Daughters of Arlor, that order dedicated to the care of those who could not care for themselves. Their gentle and forgiving character served to assuage the martial temperament of the Shieldmaidens, and, despite Kaira’s disciplined upbringing, she could not help but feel compassion for a man beaten almost to death, despite his base, criminal nature.

Buttercup, however, had no such compassion.

‘Look, I’ll be back by first light. If he’s dead by then we’ll wait until dark, dump his body in the Storway and persuade Palien to give you another position. Until then … make yourself comfortable with your new friend.’

She winked and made for the door.

‘You’re just going to leave me here with him?’ Kaira did not relish the prospect of acting as nursemaid.

‘Yes I am. Don’t worry, I think you’ll be safe enough.’ She gestured to the beaten and bandaged form lying helpless on the bed. ‘Or might you find it hard to control yourself? A life cloistered in that monastery, no men around. I’ve heard about women like you.’

Kaira clenched her fists. Buttercup’s suggestion was a quip too far, but she kept control. ‘Get out,’ she said.

Buttercup smiled, but left promptly all the same. Even she realised she was walking a dangerous path by provoking Kaira.

As the door slammed, Merrick gave a moan, his broken lips moving as he tried to speak. Kaira dipped a clean cloth in a bowl of cold water and placed it to his lips, squeezing a couple of drops into his mouth. It seemed to calm him.

She had wanted to intervene sooner. Wanted to take Shanka and his men before they turned Merrick’s face to mush, but Buttercup had held her back. She wanted Merrick grateful, and in no condition to refuse her help, but Kaira certainly hadn’t envisioned that he’d end up almost dead. As they’d begun to beat him, she had moved as quickly as she could, but it hadn’t been quite quick enough. Their only link to the inner circle of the Guild was dancing on a sword edge and might fall into oblivion at any moment.

If Merrick could not help her succeed in her mission, how long might it take to be granted an audience with the powers behind the Guild? Could she be in the wilderness — separated from her sisters and all the life she knew — for months, even years? It was unthinkable.

It pained her that there was nothing she could do about it. Kaira Stormfall would have fought any man or beast in defence of the weak and to carry out the will of Vorena, but in this she felt truly powerless. Her entire future lay with a man who might die from his wounds at any second.

But it was what it was.

‘Are you all right over there? You look a bit concerned about something.’

Kaira started at the weak voice. Merrick was looking at her through his blackened eyes, his cracked lips formed into a sly grin.

‘No. I … er …’ She realised she must have been scowling. ‘You’re awake.’ Of course he was awake, what a stupid thing to say.

‘Well spotted,’ he replied, shifting his body, trying to sit. It only made him wince with pain.

‘Don’t try to move,’ she said, taking a step towards him. She laid a hand on his chest to settle him back down, but he tried to push her away. Clearly a stubborn one.

‘I’m fine,’ he said, grimacing at the pain. Kaira helped him sit up, positioning his pillows so he was more comfortable. ‘Though it does feel like someone kicked the living shit out of me.’

‘They did,’ she replied.

He looked at her, afresh. ‘You’re my angel,’ he said, his grin cracking the scab that had formed on his lip, making him wince once more.

‘Please don’t talk,’ she said, reaching for the water bowl.

‘You wouldn’t believe the number of people who say that to me. Even when my lips aren’t smashed up like a blind cobbler’s thumbs.’ She offered him the sodden cloth, but he just stared at her. ‘You have the most beautiful smile.’

She hadn’t even realised she was smiling.

Kaira steeled herself. She was not here to make light with the man — especially a man responsible for brokering slaves.

‘Be quiet and take this,’ she demanded. It was a command that brooked no argument, and Merrick seemed to take the hint.

Having dabbed his bleeding lip with the cloth he regarded her again with a raised eyebrow. ‘So, who are you?’

‘My name is Kaira …’ Stormfall. Your name is Kaira Stormfall. But then … you are Stormfall no longer.

‘Kaira, you have my eternal thanks. Do you make a habit of rescuing vulnerable men in the street?’

‘I was sent by Palien to ensure you were kept from harm.’

‘And you very nearly managed it.’ He grimaced as he shifted, trying to get more comfortable. Eventually he seemed to find the position that hurt least. ‘I’ve got to say, his taste in bodyguards has vastly improved of late.’

‘You’re lucky I arrived when I did.’ Though you’d have been much luckier if Buttercup had allowed me to intervene earlier.

‘My dear, it’s clear I’m lucky you arrived at all.’ He smiled.

Kaira suddenly felt self-conscious, realising she was looking at him intently. She felt a sudden urge to hurt him, but also to smile back — even thank him for his compliment.

‘So, Palien has sent me a bodyguard? How thoughtful.’ Merrick shifted his weight, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Kaira helped him, moving in close, and as she did so he turned his face towards hers.

That smile again. So close.

She took a step backwards.

‘Would you mind bringing me a mirror, angel? I’d like to take a look at the damage.’ He gestured to his battered face.

Kaira glanced about the room. She had little need for mirrors, only ever relying on them before ceremonies to ensure her regalia looked its best, polished to a reflective sheen, her sword at the proper level on her hip, her cloak draped in the correct fashion. Still, she spotted a hand mirror sitting on the shelf and passed it to Merrick. He paused for a second, as if he was uncertain he wanted to see. Then he held it up before his face, regarding himself at first with disgust, then acceptance and finally approval.

‘Could be worse, I suppose.’

‘It won’t look so bad once you’ve been cleaned up,’ she said. He seemed somewhat reassured. ‘Can you stand up?’

‘Only one way to find out, I suppose.’ He placed the mirror on the bed and held his hands out for her to help him.

Kaira pulled him unsteadily to his feet. He breathed sharply through his teeth, but managed to remain standing.

‘Nothing broken at least,’ he said, taking a shaky step forward.

‘Good,’ she replied, conscious that he was still holding her hands.

He looked at her and smiled again. She wanted to smile back, but tried to resist the temptation. Kaira was not here to make friends; she was here to ensure this man lived long enough for her to finish her mission.

‘You know, you have the most beautiful eyes,’ he said. For all his bluster, his words sounded genuine.

It made Kaira want to hit him more than ever.

‘You should lie down again and rest. Tomorrow you continue with your task.’ She wrested her hands from his and he sank back to the bed with a soft moan.

‘Not one for conversation, are you?’

‘I speak when it’s necessary,’ she replied. ‘Not just to fill the air with noise.’

‘Suit yourself. Just trying to be friendly.’ He adjusted his head on the pillows with a sigh.

Kaira felt a twinge of guilt. Perhaps he was just being friendly. Perhaps he did think she had beautiful …

He is a villain, a trader in human misery, and as soon as you have eliminated the heads of the Guild you might well have to do the same to him.

The room felt stuffy. The smell of blood and sweat, though not unfamiliar to Kaira, became stifling. When Merrick closed his eyes she stepped out into the corridor, taking a deep breath. The air was not much better, but at least she wasn’t sharing it with a man she might have to kill.

When she eventually stepped back inside, Merrick was snoring loudly. Kaira waited in the chair for morning.

It was long after dawn when Buttercup arrived, but Merrick was still sleeping. Thankfully his snoring had ceased as the first light began to creep through the chamber’s single window.

‘Still alive then,’ said Buttercup, as Merrick stirred, then opened his eyes.

‘Another angel,’ he said with a smile. ‘Must be my lucky day. Any chance one of you could run along and find me a cup of wine?’

‘For now, your drinking days are over. Look at the mess it’s got you in.’ Buttercup looked him up and down with a shake of her head. ‘From now on it’s water or nothing.’

‘Water?’ Buttercup might just have suggested he drink his own urine. ‘Are you trying to poison me, woman? Everyone knows what comes down the Storway isn’t fit for dogs or peasants.’

‘Get used to it. And get up; you’ve lain there long enough. You’re not being paid to loaf around in bed. There are things that require your attention.’

Scowling, but not complaining, Merrick sat up gingerly, then pulled himself to his feet. Kaira noted he was much steadier than the night before. Had he been feigning or was he just healing fast? Time would tell.

‘Just for the record,’ he said, vainly trying to dust down his filthy, blood-smeared clothing, ‘I’m not being paid at all. Apparently my debts with Shanka were going to be settled, but if last night was anything to go by it’s not happened, has it?’

‘That’s in hand,’ Buttercup replied.

‘In hand?’ Merrick looked incredulous. ‘In hand? Look at my fucking face.’ He offered up his pulped visage.

Buttercup was unmoved. ‘And it would be much, much worse without our help. Stop moaning like an old washerwoman. Put your boots on.’

Merrick grumbled but began fumbling with his boots.

Buttercup turned to Kaira. ‘See he gets cleaned up, then stay with him … at all times! Don’t even let him use the privy alone.’

Merrick appeared taken with that, but a stern look from Kaira made him shrug and turn back to the boots.

‘Now, if you’re both clear on what’s expected of you, I have business elsewhere.’ She paused on the threshold. ‘And see if you can find him a decent blade. That last one wasn’t up to much. We wouldn’t want our legendary swordsman left holding a useless weapon, would we?’

She winked at Merrick then left. He threw her an obscene gesture — once she was gone.

‘I’m starting to dislike that woman,’ he said. ‘There’s something about her that I just don’t trust.’

You don’t know the half of it.

‘Where are we bound next?’ asked Kaira, keen to change the subject.

‘I have to get cleaned up, obviously. Find a decent change of clothes. Then there’s a lovely tavern in Dockside I was thinking of dropping in on. And you’re welcome to join me. It never hurts to have a beautiful companion on your arm whilst frequenting a favourite drinking haunt.’

‘But Buttercup said-’

‘Buttercup can kiss my arse … if you’ll pardon the phrase. With what I’ve been through in the past few days I deserve a drink at the very least.’

‘Have you not had enough to drink recently?’

He frowned at her. ‘What? Are you thinking of joining the Daughters or something? Live a little. Let your hair down.’ He glanced at her short cropped hair. ‘You know what I mean.’

‘You have a task and it is my job to ensure you complete it. There will be no diversion. No drinking, no alehouses. Nothing must distract you.’

He looked quizzical. ‘Nothing? Are you sure about that?’

‘Yes, I am.’

‘And just how are you going to-’

She struck out, grabbing his hair in one hand and pressing hard against the yellowing bruise on one of his eyes. Merrick yowled like a wounded alley cat, reaching up to stop her, but she slapped his hands away.

‘All right! All right!’ he yelled. ‘You win!’ He fell back on the bed, his hand covering his eye. ‘There’s no need for more violence.’

‘Good. Then we understand one another?’

‘I understand that my angel’s turned into a maniac. I’m starting to realise why Palien hired you.’ He gave her a wounded look. Then fingered the bandage around his head.

‘It’s time we left,’ Kaira said. She had made her point, and had shown she knew how to handle Merrick from now on.

Obediently he stood up then walked to the door, finally managing to pull the bloodstained dressing clear and throwing it to the ground.

‘You’re buying me a new sword,’ he said petulantly as he left the chamber before her.

As Kaira turned and locked the door, she couldn’t suppress a grin.