Scent of Magic

“You were jackknifed, sweetheart!” a soldier called from the ranks, and they all laughed.

One look from Ursan silenced them. He had their respect, but I didn’t. Fair enough, for now.

I turned to the group. “Who called me sweetheart?” No one moved. “What? Too chicken? Come on, reveal yourself.”

A soldier in the front row stepped forward with a challenging smirk. I crossed my arms and scrutinized him for a long moment while I wrapped my fingers around the handle of one of my throwing knives.

“You’re not my father or my lover,” I said, causing a ripple of snickers. Boys.

I pulled my knife and threw it at the center of his belt, hoping I put the right amount of heat behind it. I didn’t want to hurt him.

He yelped as the tip of the blade pierced the leather far enough to keep the weapon in place. Staring at me in shock, he opened his mouth, but snapped it shut when I walked up to him.

I gripped the handle of the knife. “If you call me sweetheart again—” I yanked it out “—I’ll aim lower. Understand?”

“Yes.”

I waited.

“Yes, Sergeant.”

“Good. Return to your position, soldier.” I scanned the others. A combination of surprised, impressed and admiring expressions met my gaze.

“Does anyone else wish to call me sweetheart?” I asked.

No one said a word.

“I believe you proved your point, Sergeant,” Ursan said. “Let’s get started.”

I spent the rest of the day teaching the jumping jacks how to move in the forest. Not exactly sure if I could explain the technique in my own way, I taught it the same way Kerrick had shown me.

A few, like Ursan, caught on quick. Others struggled but eventually mastered the technique, and a couple had no sense of rhythm at all. They would have to return tomorrow for more practice.

Lieutenant Thea arrived in midafternoon to watch the session. She consulted briefly with Ursan before leaving.

The next day I worked with Ursan’s two remaining men while the others practiced their new skills. This time Major Granvil visited and asked for a demonstration.

I picked the four best students to accompany me and the major. We walked deeper into the forest until I found a suitable location.

“All right, gentlemen, I want you to take a noisy stroll away from us. Then on my command, go silent. Your goal is to return one at a time and get as close to Major Granvil as possible. He’ll signal when he hears you. Understand?”

“Yes, Sergeant,” they said in unison and with a little too much enthusiasm.

“Go.”

They tromped through the bushes as if they’d get extra points for noisiness. No doubt scaring away all wildlife. Major Granvil regarded their retreating backs before pulling his gaze to me. “I’d thought they’d give you a hard time.”

“They tried.”

“And?”

“They’re smart, Major. They quickly learned this technique can save lives.” I drew in a breath and projected my voice over the din. “Gentlemen, go silent!”

The crunching, snapping and rustling died in an instant.

“They could have just stopped moving,” Major Granvil said. He stroked his mustache.

I agreed. “That’s why I asked them to return. Listen closely, Major.”

He scanned the woods, turning in a slow circle. Although I had picked the best, they still needed practice. Small sounds, off notes and rustlings reached me. I tracked the first soldier. He had gone wide and planned to approach from our left.

When the soldier was about four feet away, the major heard him and called out his location. Major Granvil’s voice remained steady but couldn’t completely mask his surprise.

The next two soldiers were caught a few feet farther away, giving the major a sense of security. The last man looped around us. He showed more patience than the other three, moving when the major moved and stepping with care.

I examined a berry bush so I wouldn’t give the soldier away. He crept up behind the major and grabbed his shoulders. The major jerked but didn’t cry out. He turned and shook the smiling soldier’s hand.

We returned to the exit point. Lieutenant Thea and Sergeant Ursan waited for us with the rest of the jumping jacks in the field next to the woods.

“That was very impressive,” Major Granvil said. “Sergeant Ursan, I want you and your jacks to check out sector five on your next patrol.”

“Yes, sir,” Ursan said.

“No,” I said. “They’re not ready.”

“Explain, Sergeant.”

“They need more practice.”

“How much more?”

“A couple days, at least.” Although I would have been happier with a week. “And I should go along.”

The major stroked his mustache while he considered. “All right, two more days, but you’re not going, Sergeant Irina. I need you here to train my other squads.”

He cut me off when I tried to argue, and left with Lieutenant Thea.

I spent the next two days working with the jumping jacks and Thea, who’d wanted to learn the skill, as well. At the end of the second day, I gathered them around me for some last-minute advice.

“While most people won’t hear you, you still need to avoid the Death Lilys. They will sense you no matter how quiet you are. Bypass them altogether, but if you’re desperate, Peace Lilys smell like vanilla, and Death Lilys have a faint aroma of anise. Also Death Lilys hiss before they snatch you, so you have some warning.”

“I thought both types of Lilys smelled like honey and lemon?” one of the soldiers asked.

“They do, but when you get closer—”

“You’re dead,” Ursan said. “The Death Lily will spit out your bones once it eats all your flesh. Don’t go near them at all.”

I bit my lip to keep from correcting him. It only consumed those who died immediately from the toxin it injected into them. Some were spat out and died later from the poison, and a few, like me, lived through the experience. Those survivors developed healing powers.

Instead, I said, “If you encounter a squad of Tohon’s dead soldiers, the best way—”

Ursan interrupted me again. “We don’t believe the rumors about them, Sergeant Irina. It’s a scare tactic.”

“And you should be scared, Ursan. I’ve seen them. They’re real and hard to stop.”

“You’ve seen them, and Belen claims to have fought them, but no one else has. Not another soul.” His implication clear.

“It’s a good strategy to keep them hidden until the battle starts. The shock and revulsion caused by their arrival will give Tohon’s men an advantage. Think about it.”

But Ursan wouldn’t budge. “Word from General Jael is that Tohon managed to convince Belen that these impossible things exist to spread fear through our ranks.”

“Do you really think Belen would be so easily tricked?”

“All I know is Belen’s loyal to Prince Kerrick, not the High Priestess.”

“What about me? Have I been tricked, as well?”

“Yes.”

And he couldn’t trust me. “You’ll discover the real truth soon enough, and when you encounter the horror, cut its head off. It’s the only way to stop it.”

Ursan and his jumping jacks left for their patrol the next morning. Wearing camouflage and barely discernible in the predawn light, the eleven men melted into the forest. I stood at the edge and listened. They had improved over the past four days. I hoped it was enough.

An odd feeling lumped in my chest. It was as if I had healed them, and now the jacks were headed for danger. So far, no one had returned from that sector. If all went well, they’d be back in ten days.

To keep from brooding over the jacks, I concentrated on training Sergeant Wynn’s squad. Since I’d arrived, I’d worked eight days straight. But I finally had an afternoon off on the ninth day.

Exhaustion dragged at my limbs, but I needed to do a little exploring. Walking through the camp, I scanned faces, searching for Melina. She could have been sent to another training camp or was out on patrol, but I’d promised Mom I’d look after her. I’d figure out how I’d keep my promise once I found her.

I also searched for my sister, Noelle, although I knew she’d most likely be with Jael. From a distance, the general’s tent near the manor house blended in with the others surrounding it. All the same size, color and shape. Except Jael’s tent buzzed with activity and red-robed acolytes. I settled in a shady spot on a rise to watch the action, noting who entered and who left.

A familiar figure ducked through the flaps. Recognition shot through me like a cold lance. Noelle headed east, walking fast. Only my promise to Kerrick kept me from following her. She disappeared from my sight, then returned with a major in tow.

My heart pumped like I had just run up the Nine Mountains. After a few moments, my pulse settled, but each time Noelle appeared, it quickened. From what I’d seen, I’d guess Jael sent her to relay messages and fetch officers, acolytes, food and supplies.

When the sunlight faded, Jael and Noelle left together and headed toward the manor house. No surprise that Jael wouldn’t sleep on a cot outside when an opulent room and four-poster bed waited for her inside.

Jael’s graceful strides matched her royal bearing. Even with a sword hanging from her belt, she appeared to be more like a queen than a general. Noelle stayed two steps behind her. She had pulled her long black hair into a knot, making her look older than her fourteen years. Or was it fifteen?

I realized with a jolt that she had turned fifteen a month ago, which made me twenty-one. My birthday had been completely forgotten—too busy struggling to keep away from Tohon’s touch when I’d been his prisoner.

When Jael and Noelle entered the building, I debated. With the infirmary on the ground floor, another soldier walking around wouldn’t be too noticeable. But if any of the infirmary workers recognized me, my cover would be blown.

Instead, I made another sweep of the camp, noting the position of the companies and platoons. There was a large, enclosed complex in the northeast corner. The fence around it had been built with what appeared to be two-story oversized barn doors attached to thick posts. I peeked in through the small gap next to a post. Inside the enclosure was a sprawling collection of barns, sheds and a farmhouse. Why would it be fenced off?

Unable to deduce the reason, I grabbed supper and joined the other sergeants at the fire. With Ursan, Liv and Saul on patrol, there were only three of us. I asked Odd about the complex.

“That’s for the prisoners of war,” he said.

“I didn’t see anyone.”

“They were probably all inside. They wear these bright yellow jumpsuits so they’re real easy to spot. We don’t have many POWs yet. The High Priestess values life, so I’d expect we’ll be ordered to capture our enemies instead of killing them when possible. The enclosure has plenty of room,” Odd said in a dismissive tone.

“Unlike General Jael,” Wynn said. “She has no qualms about killing the enemy and wishes to attack Tohon first, but the High Priestess won’t give her permission.”

“She’s stepped up the patrols again,” Odd said. “How much do you want to bet she’ll disobey the High Priestess’s orders?”

“I’ll bet a week’s pay the colonels won’t let her. They’re still loyal to the High Priestess,” Wynn countered.

Her comment stirred a memory. When Jael had tried to kill us, she’d mentioned not wanting to tip her hand to Estrid. I wondered if that meant she planned to gain the army’s support? Not that a ruthless leader wouldn’t be a good thing against Tohon’s troops, but if she defeated Tohon, that would put Jael in a very powerful position.

“How long will the colonels be loyal?” I asked.

Wynn acted as if I’d insulted them. “They obey the High Priestess’s commands. General Jael is just a messenger.”

“A messenger who can suck all the breath from a man and kill him. I think that adds a little incentive to switch loyalties, don’t you?”

Odd laughed. “She has you there. And, I, for one, would appreciate a more aggressive move. All this slinking around, fact gathering and waiting is driving me crazy. I’m craving some action.”

Ursan’s jumping jacks returned twelve days after they’d left. It was the last day of spring, and a few soldiers felt their timing was a sign of the creator’s favor. The knots in my stomach loosened when I counted eleven men. In high spirits, the jacks told the other soldiers about near misses and their various adventures.

Major Granvil called Ursan and Lieutenant Thea into his tent for a debriefing. I followed, and no one commented on my presence.

“We encountered a few of Tohon’s patrols,” Ursan said. “But we avoided them as ordered. It was—” he glanced at me “—easy, sir.”

“Then why are you two days late?” Granvil asked.

“We discovered a factory in full operation in sector five. It was well guarded and so was the constant flow of wagons that brought supplies and delivered large metal containers before leaving, loaded with cargo hidden under tarps. We couldn’t leave until we had determined what they’re manufacturing.”

“Go on.”

“I sent a few team members to follow the wagons with the cargo. A couple tracked the wagons with the containers, and the rest watched the factory. We were only able to glimpse inside, but the beta team managed to snatch one of the cargo items. Although I’m not sure it was the only item being manufactured or not. The wagon team then rendezvoused with us, and we returned to camp.”

“Don’t keep us in suspense, Sergeant.”

“The containers then headed to a quarry north of the factory. The team was unable to get close enough to determine exactly what was being extracted from the ground. And the item …” Ursan reached into his pack and withdrew a short fat circular metal pipe. He handed it to Major Granvil.

Granvil examined it before giving it to Lieutenant Thea. She flipped it around, but shrugged and tossed it to me.

My initial impression of a pipe was correct, except both ends flared out in a cone shape, leaving the middle narrower. The edges were thicker and had been rolled, so it wasn’t sharp. About four inches high and ten inches in diameter, it didn’t resemble anything I’d seen before. I handed it to Ursan.

“It pulls apart,” he said. He demonstrated, breaking it into two halves. “Like a manacle cuff or a gauntlet.” Ursan stuck his forearm inside. “You can cinch it tighter, but only so much. You’d have to have really thick arms for it to be of any use.”

The word thick triggered a connection. Horror welled as I realized what the cuff was for.

They were neck protectors for Tohon’s dead soldiers. If we couldn’t decapitate them, they would be impossible to kill.

KERRICK

“No. Shift your weight to the balls of your feet,” Kerrick said to the young man. “Then move.” He clutched two of Flea’s juggling stones—one in each hand. It helped to keep him from screaming in frustration at the young men and women who had been assigned to his squad.

“Once more, same drill,” he ordered.

Ryne had given Kerrick, Loren and Quain each a squad of eight soldiers to command. They would take point and ensure the passage was safe for the rest of the battalion. In order to be effective in their job, Kerrick and the monkeys had to teach all twenty-four how to move in the forest without making noise.

Ryne would have liked the entire battalion trained before they’d left for Zabin. All eight hundred of them. It sounded like a huge amount, but was considered small for a battalion. Not many people had been willing to leave the northern realms. And Ryne would never force anyone to sign up. Either way, Kerrick wasn’t going to have the patience or the time to train them all.

Kerrick listened as the squad finished the exercise. Not terrible. After five days, they’d finally caught on. Now all they needed was practice. He squeezed the stones. Ryne had been prepping and planning for the past seventeen days, and Kerrick wanted to strangle him.

It has been forty horrible days since he and Avry had parted ways. Once he knew she was safe, then he could concentrate on training and scouting. But that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. So he sucked in a deep breath and sent his squad into the forest to try again.

At the end of the day, the squad gathered around him as he critiqued their efforts and dispensed advice.

“That’s it for today, gentlemen,” he said, dismissing them.

“Excuse me, sir, but we’re not all men,” one of the women said. She stood with her hands on her hips as if challenging him.

“Sorry, it’s a habit. I meant no offense.”

She blinked at him in surprise. “Oh. Okay.” She followed her teammates to the mess tent for supper but glanced back at him before ducking inside.

“She likes you,” Quain said as he joined Kerrick.

“Shut up.” Loren punched his friend on the arm.

Quain didn’t flinch. With wide shoulders and thick muscles to match his occasional thick head, Quain was as solid as Belen. However, he was a foot shorter than Poppa Bear.

“Why? I’m just stating a fact. Doesn’t mean anything,” Quain said.

“To you, but—”

Kerrick interrupted Loren. “While I’d love to chat with you, I’m late.”

Loren smirked. “Got another tea party to attend?”

“Yep.”

“Don’t forget to bring Mr. Bunny a carrot.” Quain sniggered.

“Good idea. Thanks for the tip.” Kerrick strode to the castle, leaving the monkeys behind.

He avoided everyone as he headed to a tiny dining room beside the kitchen. Zila and Danny were already waiting for him. Smiling, he joined them at the small table. Far better than eating in the mess tent with dozens of sweaty and smelly soldiers.

Zila beamed at him and described her day in minute detail. As he listened to her, he remembered how she had managed to avoid being found that night he’d told her about Avry. Little imp had slipped back into her room soon after they had all left to search for her. Kerrick had figured it out only after the entire castle had been torn apart and he’d put himself in Zila’s place. He’d found her sound asleep in her bed.

Ever since then, he’d been taking his evening meal with both kids. For him, it was the best part of the day.

When Zila finished listing all the books she’d read that afternoon, Danny jumped in before she could start with another topic. “When is the army leaving?” he asked Kerrick.

“Soon. We’re almost finished with the preparations.” He hoped.

Danny twisted a napkin in his hands. “I want to go with you.” Before Kerrick could reply, he rushed on. “I can help. Do stuff like fetch water for the troops, fix armor, work in the infirmary. Whatever they need. I’d be safe behind the front lines. Please?”

Kerrick’s first instinct was to say no. However, he’d learned … or rather, Avry had taught him … that just because he said no didn’t mean the other person would listen. She certainly hadn’t.

Instead, he considered Danny’s request. The boy might develop healing powers, which would make him very valuable. Tohon was aware of Danny and Zila’s potential, and he had to know they were staying here. Would they be safer with Kerrick and Ryne? What if Estrid discovered their potential? Or Jael?

Flea had only been a year older when he had joined Kerrick’s group. And look how that turned out. You couldn’t keep him safe.

Danny stared at him, waiting for an answer.

“I’ll talk to Ryne.” He held up a hand before Danny could celebrate. “Don’t get your hopes up. His decision is final.”

Later that night he discussed Danny’s request with Ryne in his office.

“No. He’s safer here,” Ryne said.

“Tohon—”

“I’m leaving an elite squad to guard them. They’ll be fine.”

“Even if Tohon sends his dead after them? And a couple of ufa packs?” Kerrick shuddered at the thought.

“You’re the first to see the ufa pack. It may be the only one he has. Tohon probably doesn’t have the time to create more and train them. Estrid’s been harrying his troops.” Ryne tapped his fingers on the table. “Still, it would be even safer to have them staying at an unknown location. How’s that?”

“Danny won’t be happy, but I will.”

Ryne smiled. “Good. Now about the point squads—”

The door opened, and one of Ryne’s guards poked his head in. “Sorry to interrupt, but there’s a messenger here from Krakowa.”

Krakowa was in northern Ivdel near the border with Gubkin Realm.

“What’s the message?” Ryne asked.

“He won’t tell me. Only you.”

It was a bit unusual. Most messages didn’t need to be given directly to the prince.

“All right, let him in,” Ryne said.

Kerrick gave him a questioning look. Ryne motioned for him to stay. He stood behind the prince with his hand resting on the hilt of his sword in case the messenger had been sent by Tohon.

The man hardly glanced at Kerrick. His pale face was drawn, and he looked as if he hadn’t slept in days. Bowing to the prince, he waited for permission to speak.

“Go on, man, don’t keep us in suspense,” Ryne said. “What news do you bring?”

“Terrible news, sire. The northern tribes have invaded Krakowa.”

Kerrick leaned forward. Did he just say the tribes had invaded? Ryne drilled the man with rapid-fire questions. When? How many? And so on. But Kerrick couldn’t focus on the answers. If the northern tribes were on the warpath, then they had bigger problems than Tohon.

CHAPTER 5

I took the two halves of the metal protector from Ursan and fitted them around my throat. Even at its tightest setting it was a little big, but it covered my neck. “Still don’t believe Tohon has reanimated the dead?” I asked.

“It’s a piece of armor,” Ursan said. “No big deal, we all wear armor in battle.”

“Around your neck?”

“It’s too awkward, but not unheard of.”

“Uh-huh.” I glanced at Major Granvil. Did he understand the danger? Did he understand Tohon could send his well-protected dead soldiers and there’d be nothing we could do to stop them?

“The High Priestess and General Jael have ordered us to stifle all rumors about impossible creatures,” he said. “The creator would never allow such things to exist.”

I looked at Lieutenant Thea. Did she believe this bull? Her expression remained neutral.

Interesting how the army’s belief in the creator was invoked only when convenient. They didn’t act like true advocates. In fact, the soldiers behaved more superstitiously than devout. At least they stayed casual about the religious aspect. I didn’t worry about being turned in for not being spiritual enough. Piety wasn’t a requirement to be a soldier, unlike with the acolytes, whose devotion had to be pure.

“I hope the High Priestess has an explanation prepared.” And a strategy. I pulled the neck protector off and handed it to the major.

He dismissed us. As we walked back to our tents, I considered the situation, trying not to panic. It seemed odd that Estrid hadn’t believed Belen about the dead. From the few times I’d met her, she’d come across as intelligent and practical. Unless she didn’t know. Belen and Jael had been in school together along with Kerrick, Ryne and Tohon. Belen might have told Jael, believing she’d inform the High Priestess.

Why wouldn’t Jael pass along the information? She’d spent six years in boarding school with Tohon, attending magic classes with him and Kerrick. She should know what Tohon was capable of and how his warped mind worked.

Unfortunately, I was also well acquainted with Tohon’s magic. His voice continued to haunt my dreams, his magic tricked my body into desiring his touch. I shuddered. No. I wouldn’t be claimed.

When Ursan rushed off to join his celebrating jacks, Lieutenant Thea turned to me. “Speaking hypothetically, how would you kill a soldier who is already dead?”

“Decapitation.”

“And if they’re wearing a metal collar?”

I searched my memories back to when I’d had the misfortune of encountering them. My skin crawled just thinking about their cold flesh and lifeless gazes. They obeyed simple commands and could be trained, so some intelligence must still exist. “You could try crushing their heads so they can’t follow orders.”