Chapter Nine

Ivaulted from the bed. The message disappeared from view, but I didn't feel

any better. Little darts of fear pulsed from my heart as my mind leaped from one

horrible scenario to the next.

Was Margg warning or threatening me? Was she planning to earn the

money she'd lost betting against me by turning me over to Brazell's goons for a

fee?

But why warn me? I calmed myself. Once again I had overreacted. From

what I'd seen and heard about Margg, her message was probably for the

satisfaction of seeing me squirm. A peevish gesture because she was angry at

having to do extra work for me. I decided it would be best not to give her any

indication that I'd seen or had been affected by her childish note. Thinking back

on it, I would bet that she had also read my journal, leaving it wide open on the

desk just to annoy me.

Valek had suggested I rest, but I was on edge. I went into Valek's living

room. Margg's note had reminded me to stick to my instincts and not trust a

soul. Then my worries would be minimized to tasting for poisons and avoiding

Brazell.

If only it was that simple or I was that strong. Naiveté and blind trust may

have been driven out of me by Brazell and Reyad, but deep down in the small

corners of my heart I still clung to the hope that I might find a true friend.

Even a rat needs other rats. I could empathize with the rats. I, too, scurried

around, looked over my shoulder and sniffed for poisoned traps.

Right now, I scrambled just to stay alive until the next day, but someday I

would be searching for a way out. Knowledge was power, so I planned to sit

tight, to listen and learn all I could. I started with Valek's living area. Lifting a

rock off one of the tables, I began to pick my way through the clutter in his suite,

surface snooping only because I suspected Valek would booby-trap his drawers.

I found a couple of texts on poisons that interested me, but their contents

dealt mostly with assassination and intrigue. Some of the books had worn leather

bindings and were written in an archaic language that I couldn't decipher. Valek

was either a collector, or he had stolen the books from the dead King's library.

I was at the bottom of the stairs when I spotted a diagram of the castle's

layout. It had been wedged into the corner of a picture frame hanging on the

right wall of the staircase. Finally, something I could use. As I examined the

map, I felt as if a translucent mask had been lifted off my face, allowing me to see the castle clearly.

Postponing my explorations of the rooms upstairs, I retrieved my journal.

The map was displayed in full sight. Valek wouldn't be upset that I had seen it.

He'd probably be happy that I didn't need to ask for directions every time I had

to go somewhere new. I cleared a space on the couch, wormed into a

comfortable position and began to copy the map.

I jerked awake. My journal slammed to the floor. Blinking in the

candlelight, my eyes searched the room. I had been dreaming of rats. They had

poured down from the walls, welled up from the floor and swarmed after me. A

sea of biting rodents that seized clothes, skin and hair in their sharp little teeth.

A shudder shook my body. I lifted my feet off the floor as I scanned the

room. No rats, unless I included Valek. He was halfway around the room,

lighting the lanterns.

As I watched him finish, I thought about Valek being a fellow rat. No.

Definitely not. A cat. And not just any ordinary, household cat, but a snow cat.

The most efficient predator in the Territory of Ixia. Pure white, the snow cat was

the size of two massive dogs fused together. Quick, agile and lethal, the snow cat

killed before its prey even suspected danger. They stayed mostly in the north

where the snow never melted, but had ventured south when food grew scarce.

No one in the history of Ixia had killed a snow cat. The predator either

smelled, heard or saw the hunter before he could get close enough to strike with

a handheld weapon. They bolted like lightning upon hearing the twang of a

bowstring. The best the northern people could do was feed the cats, hoping to

keep them on the snowpack and away from populated areas.

After lighting the last lantern, Valek turned toward me. "Something wrong

with your room?" He picked up a tray and handed it to me.

"No. Couldn't sleep."

Valek snorted with amusement. "I see." He gestured toward the tray. "Sorry

your dinner is cold. I was detained."

Automatically testing for poisons, I took a couple of small spoonfuls. I

glanced at Valek to see if he was offended by the gesture. He was not. His face

still held an amused expression. Between bites, I asked Valek if anyone else had

a key to his suite.

"Just the Commander and Margg. Will that help you sleep better?"

Ignoring his question, I asked, "Is Margg your personal housekeeper?"

"Mine and the Commander's. We wanted someone we could trust.

Someone instantly recognizable. She was with us before the takeover, so her

loyalty is beyond doubt." Valek sat at his writing desk, but turned his chair to

face me. "Remember when you were in the war room?"

Confused by the change in subject, I nodded.

"There were three Generals in the room. Brazell, you knew, but can you

identify the other two?"

"Tesso and Hazal," I answered, proud that I had remembered.

"Can you describe them? Hair color? Eyes?"

I hesitated as I thought back. They had worn Generals' uniforms, and they

had been eating lunch. I shook my head. "I think General Tesso had a beard."

"You identified them by their uniforms and didn't look at their faces.

Correct?"

"Yes."

"That's what I thought. That's the problem with the uniform requirement. It

makes a person lazy. A guard will see a housekeeping uniform and just assume

that person belongs in the castle. It's too easy for someone to sneak about, which

is why I keep the Commander surrounded at all times by loyal people. And why

Margg is the only housekeeper permitted to clean the Commander's and my

suites and offices."

Valek's tone made me feel as if I had been transported to a classroom.

"Why not dismiss all the servants in the castle and use your own people?"

"Soldiers make up the majority of our army. Civilians who joined prior to

the takeover were made advisers or given other prominent positions. Some of the

King's servants were already on our payroll, and the others we paid double what

they earned working for the King. Well-paid servants are happy servants."

"Does the entire castle's staff get paid?"

"Yes."

"Including the food taster?"

"No."

"Why not?" I hadn't even thought about receiving wages until Valek

mentioned it.

"The food taster is paid in advance. How much is your life worth?"