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  The answer came to Caina even as darkness swirled in the hall's empty doors, as Cynoshard stepped out of the shadows.

  The assassin had kept them alive to kill in front of Qassar.

  To add their souls to his cloak.

  And hers, as well, she realized.

  “You should have fled, Ghost,” Cynoshard said, a lazy smile on his tattooed face. His sword spun slow, deadly circles in his right hand, like a viper preparing to strike. “Stealth would have saved you, not steel. Now you will suffer for your mistake.”

  Join us join us you will join us in our torment in our screams scream with you join us for he will kill you KILL YOU KILL YOU…

  “Suffer?” said Caina, stepping to the side. She heard Qassar screaming into his gag, the women and children weeping into theirs. “So you’re going to kill me and add my soul to that cloak of yours?”

  Cynoshard stopped, his eyes narrowing. His cloak of shadows twisted like a banner caught in a storm. And for a moment, just a moment, Caina caught a glimpse of an amulet of tarnished silver resting against his chest, the shadows of the cloak bound against it.

  And through it.

  Our shackles our chains our durance we are slaves forever you will join us he will kill you kill you KILL YOU…

  “Figured it out, did you?” said Cynoshard. A smile spread over his face, distorted and hideous beneath the skull tattoo. “Qassar is mine. His wives and children are mine. And you, Ghost, you are mine.” His cloak flowed and writhed about him, the whispering in Caina’s mind growing ever louder. “Your soul will serve me until the end of days.”

  He walked towards her, and again Caina saw the amulet of tarnished silver against his chest, holding the cloak of shadows in place.

  Like a lock upon a chain.

  Caina felt the weight of the ghostsilver dagger upon her hip. The blade was proof against sorcery – and against objects and weapons of sorcery.

  Free us set us free let us go free us from our torment free us free us FREE US…

  One chance. She would have one chance at this.

  She set her weight, lifting Qassar’s scimitar in one hand.

  “If you want to kill me so badly,” she said, “then do it already, and stop wasting my time with your tedious speeches.”

  Cynoshard sneered. “Gladly.”

  He raced at her, sword raised, and Caina met him. Despite the pain in her head, despite the throbbing in her leg, she managed to block a dozen of his furious blows. Then he locked his blade against hers and twisted her wrist, sending the scimitar crashing to the ground.

  Cynoshard drew back his sword for the kill.

  Caina flung herself on him, hands reaching for his throat. He caught her right wrist and shoved her away, lining up his sword for a strike.

  And as he did, Caina ripped the ghostsilver dagger from its sheath and slashed it across his chest. The gleaming blade struck the tarnished amulet, and cut through it like butter. It fell in two pieces to the ground, the edges smoking.

  Cynoshard froze in astonishment. “What…”

  The tingling of powerful sorcery against Caina’s skin redoubled, and the cloak shattered.

  Shadows exploded from Cynoshard, racing across the ruined hall like a flock of black birds. They swirled around the hall, a whirlwind of darkness. The voices of the freed souls screamed inside Caina’s skull, exultant with mad joy.

  And then they fell upon Cynoshard like an avalanche.

  The assassin shrieked, slashing his blade in a futile effort to drive off the shadows. But the steel of his sword passed through the shadows, and they swarmed over him, wrapping around his limbs like serpents, their screams of hate filling Caina’s head. Cynoshard collapsed to the earth beneath the weight of the shadows, and she heard bones snap, saw blood splatter across the earth.

  She turned and cut Qassar loose from his bonds.

  “Thank you, thank you,” said the merchant, half-weeping. “You saved us, I cannot believe you defeated him, you…”

  Caina pressed a dagger into his hand, told him to see to his wives and children, and walked to Cynoshard.

  The assassin lay pinned to the earth, moaning, bound by the crawling shadows of his ruined cloak. His eyes shifted to Caina, and he tried to stand, tried to break away, but the shadows held him fast.

  “You shouldn’t keep slaves,” said Caina, voice quiet. “They always turn against their masters.”

  She seized his hair, pulled back his head, and cut his throat.

  The shadows’ cries of exultation mixed with the joyous weeping of Qassar’s wives.

  THE END

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  GHOST IN THE COWL Chapter 1 - Istarinmul

  Two weeks after she lost everything, Caina Amalas stood on the ship’s deck and threw knives at the mast.

  It was a way to pass the time and keep herself from thinking too much. To distract herself from the memories that flooded her mind if she was idle for too long. Sometimes she locked herself in her cabin for hours and performed the exercises of open-handed combat she had learned at the Vineyard long ago, working through the unarmed forms over and over again until every muscle in her body throbbed and spots danced before her eyes.

  But if she stayed alone too long, her thoughts went to the dark places. To New Kyre and the blaze of golden fire above the Pyramid of Storm. To Sicarion laughing as he drove his dagger into the back of the man who had raised Caina. To the Moroaica, weeping as the white fire blazed behind her.

  To Corvalis, lying dead upon the ground of the netherworld.

  And when her thoughts went there, Caina found herself gazing at the veins in her arm, thinking of the knives she carried.

  She retained enough of her right mind to realize that she was not thinking clearly, that her mood was dangerous.

  So when that mood came, she went to the deck and threw knives at the mast.

  At first the sailors were alarmed, but they soon grew accustomed to it. They had been told that she was a mercenary named Marius, a courier for the Imperial Collegium of Jewelers, delivering contracts now that trade between Istarinmul and the Empire had opened up again. An important passenger could be forgiven an eccentricity or two.

  That, and she never missed the mast.

  Soon the sailors ignored her, even without Captain Qalim’s orders. Caina suspected that the sailors would have reacted rather differently if they knew that beneath the disguise “Marius” was actually a twenty-two year old woman, but she did not care.

  She could not bring herself to care about very much.

  So she threw knives at the mast, the blades sinking into the wood. Compensating for the motion of the waves and the wind kept her mind busy. Pulling the knives out of the mast and sharpening the blades anew kept her hands occupied.

  The sailors ignored her, but Caina nonetheless attracted an audience.

  When the Emperor had sent her on a ship from New Kyre’s harbor, she had expected to share the vessel with cargo. Kyracian olive oil, most likely, or perhaps Anshani silk. The Starfall Straits had been closed to trade for nearly a year, and cargoes had piled up in New Kyre’s warehouses.

  She had not, however, expected to share the ship with a circus.

  More specifically, Master Cronmer’s Traveling Circus Of Wonders And Marvels.

  Caina flung another knife, the blade sinking into the mast, and Master Cronmer himself approached.

  Cronmer was huge, nearly seven feet tall, with the shoulders and chest of a titan. He was bald, with a graying mustache cut in Caerish style, and wore a brilliant red coat. She saw the dust on his sl
eeves, and knew he had eaten bread and cheese for breakfast, along with the vile mixed wine the ship carried.

  “Master Marius,” boomed Cronmer in the Caerish tongue. “You should come work for me.”

  Caina shook her head. “I am already employed.” She made sure to keep her Caerish accent in place, her voice gruff and raspy, as Theodosia had taught her to do.

  “Bah,” said Cronmer. “Fetching papers for those dusty old merchants? You should join my Circus. We’ll use your talent to create a stupendous knife-throwing show, my boy.” He grinned behind his bushy mustache. “Aye, you’ll throw knives at some lusty Istarish lass, your blades will land a half-inch from her skin, and she’ll melt into your arms in the end…”

  “Working for the Collegium,” said Caina, “pays better.”

  Spending the voyage throwing knives at the mast and brooding had likely been a poor idea. A spy needed to remain inconspicuous, and Caina had not bothered to do so. If she was to rebuild the Ghost circle of Istarinmul, she would have to take greater care.

  But she could not bring herself to give a damn.

  “Mere money,” said Cronmer, striking a pose. “What is that compared to the roar of the crowd, of a woman in your arms, of…”

  “Cronmer,” said a woman with a heavy Istarish accent. Cronmer’s wife, a short Istarish woman named Tiri, hurried to his side. She looked tiny next to her massive husband, and they bickered constantly, but they had been married for twenty years and had six children. “Leave the poor man alone. The life of the circus is not for everyone.”

  Cronmer rumbled. “But the Traveling Circus Of Wonders And…”

  “Can’t you see?” whispered Tiri into Cronmer’s ear. Caina heard her anyway. “Can you not see that he has lost someone? Likely when the golden dead rose. Do not pester him.”

  Caina wondered how Tiri had figured that out. On the other hand, Caina had spent the last two weeks throwing knives into the mast and staring into nothing. It was hardly a mystery.

  “Yes, well,” said Cronmer, a hint of chagrin on his face. “If you ever get tired of working for fat old merchants, Master Marius, come see me. The Circus shall be at the Inn of the Crescent Moon for the next week, and then we shall perform before Master Ulvan of the Brotherhood of Slavers.”

  Caina had no wish to visit the home of an Istarish slave trader, but it caught her curiosity. “What does a slaver want with a circus?”

  “A celebration,” said Tiri. “He has been elevated to a Master of the Brotherhood, endowed with his own cowl and brand. Traditionally the newly-elevated Masters throw lavish celebrations, and he has hired the Circus for that purpose.”

  “Just as well,” said Cronmer. “The Kyracian nobles were humorless folk. Too enamored of their own traditions to enjoy the Circus. Well, Master Marius, if you change your mind, the Inn of the Crescent Moon is in the Cyrican Quarter.”

  Caina nodded, barely hearing him.

  “We had best gather the others, husband,” said Tiri, “for we shall put in before noon.”

  Caina blinked and looked over the ship’s rail.

  Istarinmul rose before her.

  She yanked the knives from the mast, returned them to her belt, and walked to the prow.

  The city was huge, larger than New Kyre and almost as large as Malarae itself. The Padishah’s capital occupied a jut of land that almost reached the southern end of the Argamaz Desert. The resultant Starfall Straits gave the Padishah his power. The domains of Istarinmul were far smaller than the Empire of Nighmar or the vast lands ruled by the Shahenshah of Anshan. Yet the Padishah of Istarinmul could close the Starfall Straits, blocking off traffic from the Cyrican Sea and the Alqaarin Sea, and halt the world’s commerce. Kyracian merchants visited every port in the world, but Istarinmul could close half the world’s ports to the other half.

  And ships from Istarinmul ranged across the seas, buying and selling slaves.

  Even through her apathy, Caina felt a twinge of anger at that.

  But for now Caina gazed at Istarinmul. The city gleamed white from walls whitewashed to reflect the hot sun of the southern lands. In the city’s core rose a massive palace of brilliant white marble, its domes and towers sheathed in gleaming gold. The Golden Palace, where the Padishah sat and governed Istarinmul with his nobles and magistrates. It faced another, slightly larger palace, a towering edifice of white stone and domed towers, gleaming crystals lining its roofs. It was the College, where Istarinmul’s Alchemists carried out their secret studies.

  It was a beautiful building, and the crystals lining the towers gave off a brilliant gleam in the sunlight.

  Caina’s knowledge that the Alchemists transmuted their foes into crystalline statues to forever adorn the walls of the College rather ruined its beauty.

  Cronmer stomped away, shouting commands to his performers. Captain Qalim, a tall man of Anshani birth, spoke to his first mate, who bawled curses and threats as the ship turned toward Istarinmul’s western harbor. Tiri lingered for a moment, gazing at Caina.

  “What is it?” said Caina. “Do you think to recruit me, too?”

  Tiri shook her head. “No. It is just…have you ever been to Istarinmul before?”

  “I have not,” said Caina.

  “Then be careful,” said Tiri. “You are an able-bodied young man, but Istarinmul is a dangerous place for the unwary. If you offend the Alchemists or the emirs, they will kill you. You are Caerish, yes?” Caina nodded. “An emir or an Alchemist can kill a foreigner, and the hakims and the wazirs – ah, the magistrates, they are called in the Empire – would not blink an eye. And do not go alone into strange neighborhoods. The Collectors of the Slavers’ Brotherhood are everywhere, and they often kidnap foreigners and forge the papers of servitude. If you are not careful, you might end up in the mines or pulling oars upon one of the Padishah’s galleys. And the Teskilati, the secret police, have eyes and ears everywhere. If they think you are a spy for the Emperor, they will make you disappear.”

  Caina felt a twinge of annoyance, but pushed it aside. Tiri was only trying to warn her. And Istarinmul was a very dangerous place.

  “I will take care,” said Caina. “The Collegium has rented a room for me, and I have no intention of going out after dark or alone anywhere. The sooner I am gone from Istarinmul, the better.” That was a lie, but there was no need to burden Tiri with the truth.

  “May the Living Flame watch over you,” said Tiri. She hesitated. “And those you have lost.”

  The pain rolled through Caina, hot and sharp.

  “Thank you,” she said, and Tiri joined her husband.

  Caina watched as the ship moved closer to the quays in the crowded harbor. The districts near the docks and the seawall did not look nearly as opulent as the neighborhoods near the Golden Palace and the College. The western harbor smelled as harbors did the world over, of salt and rotting fish and exotic cargo. Yet the harbor of Istarinmul had an extra odor, the vile smell of men lying in their own filth for days on end.

  The smell of the slave ships.

  An Istarish war galley guarded the harbor’s entrance. Banks of oars jutted into the water, and armed Istarish soldiers in their spiked helms and chain mail stood ready with crossbows. A strange metal device jutted from the ship’s flank, a steel spout wrought in the shape of a snarling lion, connected to an apparatus of pumps and tubes.

  A spigot for Hellfire.

  Caina had read of the strange elixir the Alchemists of Istarinmul brewed in secret, the potion that once set ablaze could not be quenched by water. The Master Alchemist Callatas had devised the formula centuries past, and one ship equipped with a Hellfire spigot could turn an entire fleet into an inferno. The Kyracians had tried to conquer Istarinmul once, centuries ago, and the Alchemists had turned their fleet to ashes. Istarinmul stood between the Empire and Anshan, yet Hellfire insured that the Padishah’s capital had never fallen its stronger neighbors.

  And fed the rumors that the Master Alchemists ruled Istarinmul in truth, with the Pad
ishah as their puppet.

  But the galleys remained motionless, and Captain Qalim’s ship docked at a stone quay.

  Caina went to her cabin, retrieved her heavy pack, and set foot in Istarinmul for the first time.

  The docks were chaos, but ordered chaos. Rows upon rows of stone quays lined the harbor, lined with ships loading and unloading goods. Everywhere Caina saw carts rumbling back and forth, saw heaped crates and barrels. Men in gray tunics labored to move barrels and crates, and she realized they were slaves, likely owned by whatever magistrate oversaw the harbor.

  She saw hundreds of the slave porters. Thousands of them.

  So many slaves.

  The anger burned through her again, struggling against her apathy. For a moment Caina stood motionless, caught in the grip of rage and pain. She had lost the man she loved, she had lost her teacher, and she had been banished from her home. Now she was in this miserable city built upon the backs of suffering slaves, and there was nothing she could do for them. She had been sent to rebuild Istarinmul’s Ghost circle, the eyes and ears of the Emperor in the city, but what use would that be?

  Gods, what use would any of it be?

  For a moment Caina thought of veins, the weight of the throwing knives in her belt…

  No.

  She started forward, walking further into Istarinmul’s docks.

  She wore a man’s clothing, boots, trousers, and a heavy leather jerkin, sword and dagger at her belt, her pack slung over her shoulders. Her hope was that the disguise would let her pass unnoticed, but she saw that was a false hope.

  The beggars saw to that.

  Hundreds of them lined the street. Some were missing arms and legs, veterans of the fighting in the Argamaz Desert. Some had the look of peasants driven from their lands to seek their fortunes in the city. Others were old, their faces marked with brands. Slaves who had grown too old to work, put out by their masters to die in the streets. She wanted to help them, but she dared not. If she gave a beggar a single coin, the rest would swarm her, and she might well be robbed and killed.

  So she kept walking, trying to ignore their pleas. Fortunately, there was a great deal of traffic upon the street, and she was just one more face in the crowd, another ragged Caerish mercenary dusty from travel.

 

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