Viperhand - Douglas Niles [109]
"The priest stopped and turned toward them, surprised but apparently not frightened. "I seek my sister. I fear she is lost in here."
"Are you mad?" demanded Poshtli.
"What's her name-your sister?" Halloran added.
"She is Erixitl of Palul."
"And you are Shatil, then." The young man nodded at Hal's statement. Erix had told Hal much of her brother, whom she had given up for dead atop the pyramid at Palul. The altar and statue had burned with such a conflagration that the identification of bodies had been impossible.
"Where is she?" asked Shatil suddenly. "Is she in danger?"
Halloran studied the priest. Everything about the man brought back memories of Marline's sacrifice and all the other rites of the brutal worship of Zaltec, routines of murder. He couldn't entirely suppress the revulsion he feh for everything this man stood for.
Yet Erix had spoken of Shatil kindly, and Halloran knew she had truly loved her brother. The man must certainly reciprocate the feeling.
"Yes, she is," he replied finally. "We're trying to rescue her. She's been taken by the legion."
Shatil's face twisted with a look of genuine shock and dismay.
"What are you doing down here?" Poshtli demanded. "Why do you seek her?"
Shatil's eyes met the warrior's squarely. Their dark eyes flashed in the torchlight. "Because I feared for her. Because Zaltec has warned me that she is in danger and told me where to look, that I could help her!" The priest held his voice level but urgent.
"Please, let me help you!" he urged. All the while, the Talon of Zaltec lay smooth and deadly in his hand.
"You must believe me! The danger is terrible, and it is tonight!" Erixitl stared into the black eyes of the man before her and he, not unsympathetically, looked back.
"But because youVe had a dream?" Cordell replied, exhaling sharply in frustration. Some vague feeling made him want to trust this woman, yet all his years of caution warned him against such madness.
"Under the full moon," Erixitl explained again. "Naltecona will be slain by one who is of your legion. And when he dies, the True World dies soon afterward."
She and the captain-general had waged this discussion for nearly an hour. He stalked about the room where they had imprisoned her, clearly agitated. He didn't want to believe her, but he couldn't think of a good reason for her to make up such a story.
Erixitl looked around impatiently. They had placed her in some sort of storage room. She saw jugs of octal, baskets of mayz, and a large, locked door. High up on the wall, sunlight streamed into the room, and she could see flashes of clear blue sky, now streaming in from the west.
"How long before sunset-before the full moon rises?" she asked. "Do you really think you can protect the Revered Counselor if the gods have decreed his death?"
"Isn't that what you tried to do?" Cordell shot back. "If his death is ordained, how could your rescue have changed that fate?"
"Perhaps it couldn't," Erixitl murmured, grim defeat staring her in the face.
A sudden knock on the door pulled their attention from each other. "General, you'd better get out here!" The guard's voice, from beyond the portal, carried notes of urgency.
"What is it?" Cordell demanded irritably.
"Warriors, sir. They keep pouring into the plaza. They've got the Kultakans outnumbered already. They haven't attacked yet, but more of 'em keep coming."
Without another word to her, Cordell darted through the door. It slammed again, leaving Erix alone with her thoughts. She looked upward and saw that the sunlight still streamed into the room, but now the beams were black, as if the sun cast nothing but shadows.
Lost in her despair, she didn't hear the door open again. A cool whisper of air against her cheek was her first warning, and she spun to face the leering visage of Captain Alvarro.
The expression of animal hunger in his eyes sent chills coursing through her body.
"What do you want?" she demanded.
He opened his mouth and appeared to speak, but no sound came to her. Then Alvarro stepped closer to her, and as if he had passed