Venom's Taste - Lisa Smedman [119]
“Yes-Hoar be praised,” Nicco said, a gleam in his eye.
Seeing Gonthril’s mute question, Nicco explained. “Not only did I dispel the potion’s magic and negate its poison; I also placed a blessing upon it. The ‘potion’ is harmless-to anyone but the Pox. When they drink what is now holy water, Hoar’s vengeance will be complete.”
Gonthril laughed then-a genuine laugh, if weak. Then a violent trembling shook his limbs and he sagged weakly.
As Nicco moved toward Gonthril, Arvin clutched at the cleric’s rain-soaked shirt. Arvin didn’t have much time left. He could feel the mind seed unfolding within his head, pushing aside his awareness, crowding out his thoughts with a fierce, gloating joy.
“The mind seed,” Arvin gasped. “It’s blossoming. Nicco, please, pray for me.”
Nicco glanced at him, sympathy in his eyes, then turned away. “Gonthril first,” the cleric said over his shoulder. “His need is more urgent.”
“No!” Arvin wailed.
Too late. Nicco had already slipped out of Arvin’s grasp. As the cleric prayed over Gonthril, healing him, Arvin sank to his knees under the weight of the crushing pain that filled his head. Moaning, he felt the mind seed expand and start to push his awareness aside. He saw Nicco finish his prayer and turn toward him, but then his vision dimmed. What remained of his consciousness began to slough away like a torn and tattered skin.
CHAPTER 19
29 Kythorn, Darkmorning
Zelia cast her awareness ahead to the tavern where the human-seed waited. He sat at a table near the far wall of the room, at the same table where she herself had been seated seven nights ago. As she watched, he paid for a mug of ale then tipped it back, swallowing whole the small egg it contained. That-and his loose, swaying body posture-convinced her. He had succumbed.
Her tongue flickered in anticipation. How delicious he looked.
Her lapis lazuli was affixed to his forehead. He must have used it to manifest the sending Zelia had just received. The wording of his brief message had been tantalizing. At long last she would have the proof she needed that Sibyl was moving against House Extaminos.
She walked down the ramp and into the tavern, pausing to give the half-dozen sailors who were drinking there a quick scan. Silver flashed in her eyes as her power manifested, but it revealed nothing-all of the sailors were exactly what they seemed. She crossed the room and joined the human-seed at the table. He rose and greeted her with a passionate kiss that sent a fire through her, but she pushed him away and indicated that he should resume his seat. There would be plenty of time for pleasure, once this bit of business was concluded.
“Tell me what happened,” she said.
“I found myself lying in a field,” the human-seed told her. “The signs of a recent battle were all around me. There were seven bodies-six clerics of Talona and one yuan-ti.”
“Describe him.”
“He was a half blood with a human upper torso. His scales were black, banded with purple. The bands had a faint diamond pattern within them.”
Zelia nodded. The pattern was typical of the yuan-ti of the Serpent Hills. Interesting.
“There was no sign of whoever attacked the clerics. They must have hauled their dead and wounded away. I must have been fighting on the side of the clerics, since I was left for dead.”
“The attackers were probably the humans who killed Osran,” Zelia mused.
The human-seed stared at her. “Osran is dead?”
Zelia smiled. “A lot has happened in the past seven days.” She stared at the human-seed, noting its strong resemblance to the one human who had escaped after Osran was assassinated-Gonthril, the rebel leader. The faction he led was little more than an annoyance, but perhaps it could be manipulated into providing a distraction, should Lady Dediana choose to move against Sibyl. All that would be required would be to replace Gonthril with the human-seed.
Or perhaps, she mused, to seed Gonthril himself.
The barman approached with a mug of ale. Zelia glared at him, sending him scurrying away, then turned to the human-seed.