The Demon Cycle Books 1-3 and Novellas: The Painted Man, The Desert Spear, The Daylight War plus The Great Bazaar and Brayan’s Gold and Messenger’s Legacy. Peter V. BrettЧитать онлайн книгу.
no one else I trust to run my business, even if Vika returned tomorrow.’
‘I don’t know what to say,’ Leesha managed.
‘No rush to say anything,’ Jizell said, patting Leesha’s hand. ‘I daresay I don’t plan to retire any day soon. Just think on it.’
Leesha nodded. Jizell opened her arms, and she fell into them, embracing the older woman tightly. As they parted, a shout from outside made them jump.
‘Help! Help!’ someone cried. They both glanced at the window. It was past dark.
Opening one’s shutters at night in Angiers was a crime punishable by whipping, but Leesha and Jizell gave it no thought as they threw open the bar, seeing a trio of city guardsmen running down the boardwalk, two of them each carrying another man.
‘Ay, the hospit!’ the lead guard called, seeing the shutters open on the lamplit room. ‘Open your doors! Succour! Succour! Succour and healing!’
As one, Leesha and Jizell bolted for the stairs, nearly tumbling down in their haste to get to the door. It was winter, and though the city’s Warders worked diligently to keep the wardnet clear of snow, ice, and dead leaves, a few wind demons invariably found their way in each night, hunting homeless beggars and waiting for the occasional fool that dared defy curfew and the law. A wind demon could drop like a silent stone and then spread its taloned wings in a sudden snap, eviscerating a victim before grasping the body in its rear claws and swooping away with it.
They made it to the landing and threw open the door, watching as the men approached. The lintels were warded; they and their patients were safe enough even without the door.
‘What’s happening?’ Kadie cried, sticking her head out over the balcony at the top of the stairs. Behind her, the other apprentices were pouring out of their room.
‘Put your aprons back on and get down here!’ Leesha ordered, and the younger girls scrambled to obey.
The men were still a ways off, but running hard. Leesha’s stomach clenched as she heard shrieks in the sky. There were wind demons about, drawn to the light and commotion.
But the guards were closing the distance fast, and Leesha dared to hope that they would make it unscathed until one of the men slipped on a patch of ice and went down hard. He screamed, and the man he was carrying tumbled to the boardwalk.
The guard still with a man over his shoulder shouted something to the other, and put his head down, picking up speed. The unburdened man turned and rushed back to his fallen comrade.
A sudden flap of leathery wings was the only warning before the head of the hapless guard flew free of his body, rolling across the boardwalk. Kadie screamed. Before blood even began to spurt from the wound, the wind demon gave a shriek and launched skyward, hauling the dead man’s body into the air.
The laden guard passed the wards, hauling his charge to safety. Leesha looked back to the remaining man, struggling to rise, and her brow set.
‘Leesha, no!’ Jizell cried, grabbing at her, but Leesha stepped nimbly aside and bolted out onto the boardwalk.
She ran in sharp zigzags as the shrieks of wind demons rang out in the cold air above. One coreling attempted a dive attack anyway and missed her completely, if only by a few inches. It tumbled into the boardwalk with a crash, but quickly righted itself, its thick hide unharmed by the impact. Leesha spun away, hurling a fistful of Bruna’s blinding powder into its eyes. The creature roared in pain, and Leesha ran on.
‘Save him, not me!’ the guard called as she drew near, pointing to the still form lying on the boardwalk. The guard’s ankle was at an odd angle, clearly broken. Leesha glanced at the other form, prone on the boardwalk. She could not carry them both.
‘Not me!’ the guard called again as she drew close.
Leesha shook her head. ‘I’ve a better chance of getting you to safety,’ she said, in a tone that brooked no debate. She got under his arm and heaved.
‘Keep low,’ the guard gasped. ‘Windies are less apt to dive at things low to the ground.’
She hunched as much as she could, staggering under the big man’s weight, and knew they were not going to make it at the shuffling pace, low or not.
‘Now!’ Jizell cried, and Leesha looked up to see Kadie and the other apprentices run out onto the boardwalk, holding the edges of white sheets above their heads. The fluttering cloth was almost everywhere, making it impossible for the wind demons to pick a target.
Under this cover, Mistress Jizell and the first guard came rushing up to them. Jizell helped Leesha as the guard fetched the unconscious man. Fear gave them all strength, and they covered the remaining distance quickly, retreating into the hospit and barring the door.
‘This one’s dead,’ Jizell said, her voice cold. ‘I’d wager he’s been gone over an hour.’
‘I almost sacrificed myself for a dead man?’ the guard with the broken ankle exclaimed. Leesha ignored him, moving over to the other injured man.
With his round, freckled face and slender form, he seemed more a boy than a man. He had been badly beaten, but he was breathing, and his heart was strong. Leesha inspected him swiftly, cutting away his bright patchwork clothes as she probed for broken bones and searched for the sources of the blood that soaked his motley.
‘What happened?’ Jizell asked the injured guard, as she inspected the break in his ankle.
‘We were headin’ in from last patrol,’ the guard said through gritted teeth. ‘Found these two, Jongleurs by their look, lyin’ on the walk. Must’a been robbed after a show. They was both alive, but in a bad way. It was dark by then, but neither of them looked like they’d last the night without a Gatherer to tend them. I remembered this hospit, and we ran hard as we could, tryin’ to stay under eaves, outta sight from windies.’
Jizell nodded. ‘You did the right thing,’ she said.
‘Tell that to poor Jonsin,’ the guard said. ‘Creator, what will I tell his wife?’
‘That’s a worry for the morrow,’ Jizell said, lifting a flask to the man’s lips. ‘Drink this.’
The guard looked at her dubiously. ‘What is it?’ he asked.
‘It will put you to sleep,’ Jizell said. ‘I need to set your ankle, and I promise you, you don’t want to be awake when I do.’
The guard quaffed the potion quickly.
Leesha was cleaning out the younger one’s wounds when he started awake with a gasp, sitting up. One of his eyes was swollen shut, but the other was a bright green, and darted about wildly. ‘Jaycob!’ he cried.
He thrashed wildly, and it took Leesha, Kadie, and the last guard to wrestle him back down. He turned his one piercing eye on Leesha. ‘Where is Jaycob?’ he asked. ‘Is he all right?’
‘The older man who was found with you?’ Leesha asked, and he nodded.
Leesha hesitated, picking her words, but the pause was answer enough, and he screamed, thrashing again. The guard pinned him hard, looking him in the eyes.
‘Did you see who did this to you?’ he asked.
‘He’s in no condition …’ Leesha began, but the man cut her off with a glare.
‘I lost a man tonight,’ he said. ‘I don’t have time to wait.’ He turned back to the boy. ‘Well?’ he asked.
The boy looked at him with eyes filling with tears. Finally, he shook his head, but the guard didn’t let up. ‘You must have seen something,’ he pressed.
‘That’s enough,’ Leesha said, grabbing