Royal Assassin

I heard my door open and close quietly. When I did not hear the Fool begin to make tea, I forced my eyes open. Justin and Serene stood inside the doors of my room. They stood frozen, as if in the lair of a savage beast. When I shifted my head slightly to look at them, Serene’s lips actually drew back as if she snarled. Within me, Nighteyes snarled back. The tempo of my heart suddenly increased. Danger here. I tried to loosen my muscles, to be ready to take any action. But the pain bludgeoning my head bade me only be still, be still. “I didn’t hear your knock,” I managed to say. Each word was edged in red as my voice echoed in my skull.

“I didn’t knock,” Serene said harshly. Her clearly spoken words were as painful to me as a clubbing. I prayed she didn’t know how much power she had over me just then. I prayed for the Fool to come back. I tried to appear nonchalant, as if I kept to my bed only because I considered Serene’s visit so unimportant.

“Did you need something from me?” I sounded brusque. In reality, each word cost too much effort to waste even one.

“Need? Never,” Serene scoffed.

Skill nudged me. Clumsily. Justin, prodding at me. I could not repress the shudder that went through me. My king’s use of me had left my mind as raw as a bleeding wound. Justin’s awkward Skilling was like having cat’s claws rake my brain.

Shield yourself. Verity was a whisper. I made an effort to set my guards, but could not find enough of myself to do it. Serene was smiling.

Justin was pushing into my mind like a hand shoving into a pudding. My senses jumbled suddenly. He smelled foul in my head, he was a terrible rotten greenish yellow and sounded like spurs jingling. Shield, Verity pleaded. He sounded desperate, weak, and I knew he was trying very hard to hold the tattered pieces of myself together for me. He’s going to kill you with sheer stupidity. He doesn’t even know what he’s doing.

Help me!

From Verity, nothing. Our link was fading like perfume in the wind as my strength dwindled.

WE ARE PACK!

Justin slammed back against the door of my room so hard his head bounced. It was more than repelling. I had no word for what Nighteyes did from within Justin’s own mind. It was a hybrid magic, Nighteyes using the Wit through a bridge the Skill had created. He attacked Justin’s body from within Justin’s mind. Justin’s hands flew to his throat, fighting jaws he could not seize. Claws shredded skin and raised red welts on the skin beneath Justin’s fine tunic. Serene screamed, a sword of a sound slashing through me, and flung herself on Justin, trying to help him.

Don’t kill. Don’t kill! DON’T KILL!

Nighteyes finally heard me. He dropped Justin, flinging him aside like a rat. He came and stood astraddle me, guarding me. Almost I could hear his panting breath, feel the warmth of his hide. I had no energy to question what had happened. I curled myself into a puppy, sheltered beneath him. I knew no one could get through Nighteyes’ defense of me.

“What was that? What was that? What was that?” Serene was screaming hysterically. She had Justin by the shirtfront and had dragged him to his feet. There were livid marks on his throat and chest, but through barely opened eyes, I could see them fading rapidly. Soon there was no sign of Nighteyes’ attack save the wet stain spreading down the front of Justin’s trousers. His eyes sagged closed. Serene shook him like a doll. “Justin! Open your eyes. Justin!”

“What are you doing to that man?” The Fool’s stage voice, expressing outrage and surprise, filled my room. Behind him, my door stood open wide. A passing maid, arms full of shirts, peeped in, startled, then stopped to stare. The little page girl carrying a basket behind her came hurrying to peek around the door’s edge. The Fool set the tray he was carrying down on the floor and came into my room. “What is the meaning of this?”

“He attacked Justin,” Serene sobbed.

Disbelief flooded the Fool’s face. “Him? He looks like he could not attack a pillow. You were the one I saw worrying that boy.”

Serene let go of Justin’s collar, and he dropped like a rag at her feet. The Fool looked down at him pityingly.

“Poor fellow! Was she trying to force herself on you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous!” Serene was outraged. “It was him!” She pointed at me.

The Fool looked at me consideringly. “This is a grave accusation. Answer me truthfully, Bastard. Was she really trying to force herself on you?”

“No.” My voice came out like I felt. Sick, exhausted and groggy. “I was sleeping. They came quietly into my room. Then . . .” I knit my brows, and let my voice trail off. “I think I have had too much Smoke this night.”