Word of Traitors_ Legacy of Dhakaan - Don Bassingthwaite [166]
Geth pushed at him. Every moment they lingered Makka got closer to Khaar Mbar’ost. “There isn’t time for this!”
“You can’t stop him if you can’t walk,” Tenquis said.
“Listen to him, Geth. Tapaat te nuusha ka koor te hara—bind your wounds or bleed out your victory.”
Geth turned his head to see Chetiin climbing the stairs from the tomb. The goblin was bleeding himself. Long scratches tore the parchment-like skin of his face and a blood-soaked black sleeve clung to one arm. Far more astonishing, though, was the sight of Midian draped over the shaarat’khesh’s shoulder—limp and unconscious.
Chetiin answered Geth’s question before he spoke it. “This tomb was built for Haruuc, not his killer.” He dropped Midian. The gnome fell heavily, groaning as he hit the ground. Chetiin drew the dagger that had killed Haruuc and the blue-black crystal set in the ugly blade glittered. “Traitors die on the doorsteps of heroes.”
A desperate idea came to Geth. “Wait!” he said. “Don’t kill him.”
Chetiin and Tenquis both froze, the tiefling with surprise on his face, the goblin with cupped ears. Ashi, descending the ridge alongside Ekhaas and Aruget, cursed. Up close, Geth could see that the bloody appearance of the three came from dozens of tiny bites.
“Are you serious?” Ashi demanded as she slid down the last of the slope to land before the tomb.
“Yes.” Geth looked to Tenquis who held a flask motionless in one hand and a small heap of shimmering powders in the other. “Finish that,” he said, pointing at Midian, “then get out your orange dust and wake him up. Chetiin, do you know where his crossbow is?”
The goblin’s eyes narrowed and he gave a curt nod.
“Get it,” said Geth.
Chetiin didn’t move.
Geth saw the others exchange glances, then Ekhaas raised her voice. “What are you doing? Midian has turned on us three times.”
“Four,” he corrected her.
“And you still want to let him live?”
Geth struggled to his feet. “I’m trying to stop Tariic from getting his hands on the rod,” he said. “I don’t think Midian and his masters in Zilargo want it to happen any more than the rest of us do. We know him now. We won’t give him the chance to turn on us.” He moved unsteadily to Midian and nudged him with his toe. The gnome groaned again and Geth said, “If we can catch Makka, maybe we won’t need him. If we can’t, if Makka gets the rod to Tariic, I think we will.”
Midian’s features twitched—Chetiin dropped into a crouch, dagger ready to strike—and one bright blue eye opened, rolling around to look at them. “You’ll need me for what?” he croaked.
“Awake after all,” Geth said. He crouched down beside the gnome and bared his teeth. “If Makka gets the rod to Tariic, we’re going to need all the help we can get, including you and your crossbow. We’ll have to finish what you started.” He looked up at the others. “We have to kill a king.”
They galloped back into Rhukaan Draal on the horses left behind. Chetiin rode with Geth, Midian with Aruget. The gnome looked as grim as any of them. Geth knew he’d guessed correctly. Even if Midian was a Zil agent, even if he wanted to capture the Rod of Kings for his own people, he didn’t want the rod under Tariic’s control. Or Tariic under the rod’s.
Beyond that, Geth didn’t trust him any more than a dog with a sausage. Midian rode with his hands tied behind his back. His crossbow rode with Ashi.
“I don’t like this,” said Chetiin in Geth’s ear, his voice pitched just over the thunder of the horses’ hooves.
“Killing Tariic or working with Midian?” Geth asked.
“Both. And working with an agent of Breland.”
Geth glanced at Aruget. “We can trust him. Or at least we could trust Benti.”
“Exactly.” The goblin’s strained voice dropped even lower. “He did nothing until he was forced to.”
“When Ashi was in trouble.”
“When his source of information was in trouble. He works for Breland just as Midian works for Zilargo. Be wary, Geth.”
He said no more.
Ekhaas and Tenquis, knowing the city best, rode point. Makka was long out of sight. Any hope of catching