Viper's Kiss - Lisa Smedman [18]
Karrell stared at him. "Why do you fear her?"
Arvin swallowed. Was it that obvious? He gave Karrell a weak grin. "She dislikes me. A lot. She wants me dead. Fortunately, she believes I am dead. I'd prefer to keep it that way."
"Did you quicken her egg?" Karrell asked.
"Her what?"
"She is yuan-ti. The snake people lay eggs. And the captain said-"
"Oh," Arvin said, understanding at last. He laughed at the absurdity of it and shook his head vehemently. "We didn't have that kind of relationship. We were… close, for a time. But not that close. She's a…" He paused, shuddering. He'd been about to tell Karrell that Zelia was a psion, but she probably wouldn't know what that was.
He saw that Karrell's lips were pressed together in displeasure and decided to change the subject. Like most humans, she was probably appalled at the thought of a yuan-ti and human mating. "What was it you wanted to talk to me about?" he asked.
The displeased look vanished instantly from Karrell's face. She leaned forward and placed her hand upon his arm. Her touch sent a thrill through him but nothing near the rush of desire he'd felt after she'd charmed him. "You never said whether you would introduce me to Dmetrio Extaminos."
Ah. So it was that again, was it? He wondered why she wanted to meet him so badly. Was she an assassin, after all?
Karrell reached for her cloak, one hand curling as if she were about to draw it closed at her neck. Odd-she didn't look cold. Suddenly Arvin remembered where he'd seen the gesture before. It was the same one she'd used yesterday when she'd charmed him. Even as her lips parted to whisper the spell, Arvin awoke the psionic energy at the base of his scalp and manifested a charm of his own. Karrell halted in mid-whisper, her eyes shifting to the side as if she'd heard something in the distance, over the creak of the riverboat's rigging.
Arvin suppressed his smile. The shoe would be on the other foot, this time around.
Above them, the lookout shouted. "Disturbance in the water, one hand to port, three thousand paces ahead!"
The boat swung slightly to starboard and slowed.
Arvin glanced over the bow. The boat would soon be passing a small, rocky island near the center of the river; between this island and the boat was a circular patch of disturbed water about two paces wide. It looked as though a boulder had splashed into the river at that spot, sending out ripples. Arvin searched t he island, but didn't see anything. The island was rocky and flat-devoid of vegetation that would offer concealment, and low enough that a ship wouldn't be able to hide behind it, which ruled out a catapult.
"What's causing it?" the captain called up at the lookout.
The young man at the top of the mast chewed his lip. "I don't know. Maybe a dragon turtle?" he asked nervously.
"Do you see a dragon turtle?" the captain asked in a tense voice.
"No."
The gray-haired guard snorted. "It was probably air escaping from a wreck. Or a fish fart."
The lookout twisted around to glance down at him. "Do fish fart?"
The guard chuckled.
Red-faced, the young lookout went back to his duties.
Arvin turned back to Karrell. "I'll introduce you to Ambassador Extaminos," he told her. "But I'd like to know more about you, first." He lowered his voice and caught her eye. "You can trust me. Is it Chondath you serve?"
Karrell gave a slight frown. "Who?"
Arvin was surprised by her response. Chondath, directly to the east of Sespech, was a country, not a person. Either she was playing dumb-really dumb-or she was what she claimed, a traveler from the Chultan Peninsula. "Tell me," he urged. "What's the real reason you're going to Ormpetarr?"
Karrell's voice dropped to a whisper. "I'm looking for-"
"Disturbance three hands to starboard, two thousand four hundred paces ahead!" the lookout shouted, interrupting her. This time, his high-pitched voice had an edge to it.
The riverboat turned a few degrees back to port, and slowed still more. Karrell glanced