The Alabaster Staff - Edward Bolme [94]
Maybe, she thought, I could set myself up as landlord and charge people rent to stay here. But first I'd have to clean it up. And get rid of the dog and those last two mangled bodies.
She opened the door and stepped in, eager to get out of the frigid rain and put anything solid between herself and the legions of guards she envisioned chasing her throughout the streets of Messemprar.
The door slammed shut. Someone behind her wrapped one arm around her arms and clamped a hand over her mouth.
A rough voice hissed, "Quiet!"
A man's voice. Kehrsyn kicked upward with her heel, looking to discommode whomever it was, but she felt him twist slightly and her heel struck his thigh. The man dropped onto his back, pulling them down together, then he rolled over, pinning her body beneath him. Doing so, he'd freed up the arm that had pinned her hands, and just as she thought to grab his hair or claw his eyes, she felt the tip of a blade at her throat. She considered biting the fingers that stifled her mouth but decided that the blade's tip was too great a threat Instead, she slowly held her hands out to the side and tapped the floor in surrender.
The man kept one knee on her back as he rose. She heard him mumble something in an arcane tongue, and a small glowing orb, not much larger than a firefly but much brighter, appeared in the middle of the room. Once the room was lit, he rose to his feet, backing away so that she could sit up. She did so and turned to see who had captured her.
"Demok!" she gasped, seeing his short sword bared and leveled. "Please don't kill me. Please, I have important news for Massedar. You have to take me back, but don't let Ahegi see me, or he'll kill me."
Demok raised one hand and leveled it at Kehrsyn, pointing it in a commanding manner.
"Quiet," he said.
"But-"
"Quiet!"
Keeping one eye on Kehrsyn, Demok used his free hand to move a few packs and bags in front of the door, blocking it. The makeshift barricade wouldn't stop someone determined to pass, but it would slow someone-someone like her-for a few precious seconds. Kehrsyn grew more and more nervous, for what would one more body in the building be?
It crossed her mind to wonder how Demok knew where the building was. No one in Wing's Reach knew about the place. She'd been very careful…
"Oh no," said Kehrsyn, "you're one of them. You're with the Dragon Queen! I won't tell anyone… please. I promise."
Demok did not acknowledge her outburst. Rising, he circled around Kehrsyn to put himself between her and the other two exits from the room.
"I watched you perform at the Jackal's Courtyard," he said.
"Yeah, I know," replied Kehrsyn, on the verge of tears. "I saw you."
"I let you," he said. "I'd watched three days."
"You did?" asked Kehrsyn, eager to perpetuate the conversation, as the longer they talked, the longer she stayed alive.
"Studied your skills," he said. "You're good."
"Thanks," said Kehrsyn.
"When the woman framed you, you escaped. Saw me. Ran. Guards gave chase. We fell, entering the alley."
"Yeah, I remember," said Kehrsyn.
"Deliberate."
"What do you mean? You mean you-"
"Later, you hid in an alley," interrupted Demok. "Two Zhents closing in. Then a whistle. They chased after someone else. False lead."
"Yeah, that's what happened," said Kehrsyn. "The sorceress said that Mask, the God of Thieves, favored me."
"That was me, too."
"What?"
"I tripped so you'd get away," he said. "I led them away so you'd live." He paused, studying Kehrsyn's reaction, then added, "Had a reason. Still do. So I'm not going to kill you now."
Kehrsyn closed her eyes, sagged to the floor in relief, and started to cry.
"I'll build a fire," said Demok.
A short while later, Demok had a bright fire going. He'd lit a lamp and placed candles burning at key points throughout the building to burn away the growing stink of death.
Kehrsyn's