Cursed Bones: Sovereign of the Seven Isles: Book Five (42 page)

“I understand how you feel,” Isabel said, “but I just can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong. I don’t trust her.”

“I know and I even understand why,” Ayela said. “She hasn’t been exactly hospitable, but she’s willing to teach me how to fight the Sin’Rath. How can I pass that up?”

“But we already have a plan,” Isabel said. “With the Goiri bone, we can hunt the witches down and kill them without having to worry about their magic. Without it, they’re nearly helpless.”

“But what if Hazel’s right?” Ayela said. “What if the Goiri is just a myth? What if the mountain is as dangerous as she says? We could be throwing our lives away for nothing. At least here, I have a real chance to make a difference.”

“I hope you’re right, Ayela,” Isabel said.

“Me too.”

“While we have the time, do you want to learn a few things about fighting?” Isabel asked.

“I’d love to,” Ayela said.

Isabel spent the day alternately lecturing and drilling Ayela in the use of a knife. She started there because it was the weapon Ayela was already most familiar with and because it was the easiest for her to wield.

“Fighting with a knife is about speed and accuracy,” Isabel said while Ayela practiced thrusting with the blade. “Strength is secondary. Let the sharpness of the blade do the work for you. Your task is just to deliver it to the right spot as quickly as possible, then to withdraw to a safe distance in anticipation of your enemy’s counterattack.

“Remember, striking some points on the body are deadly with a single cut, but it’s often more effective to weaken your opponent with a less deadly strike first. Cut their arm or their hand to weaken their ability to hold their weapon. Draw blood to unnerve them. Put them on the defensive and pick your moment to deliver the killing blow. Be patient if you have the time, especially if you’ve already cut them. Let their blood drain away until their head becomes light and their judgment falters before going for the kill.

“Your kill strike can fall on many different parts of the body. With a knife, accuracy is all-important. With a sword, you can simply stab a person in the midsection. Such a strike is harder to accomplish with a shorter blade, especially if your opponent is armored. Target the eyes and the throat if you have a shot. Both spots are almost always unprotected and a strike to either can be deadly in the extreme.”

Ayela worked on her technique, carefully following Isabel’s instructions for handling the knife—how to hold it, when to choose a thrust over a slice, how to conceal a drawn blade to gain the element of surprise.

“Remember, regardless of how damaging a point of attack is, it’s better to draw blood than wait for the perfect opening. Wounding your enemy weakens them. If you’re down and the only shot you have is to stab them in the side of the leg, then do it. If you’re on the defensive and all you can manage is a slash along the outer arm, then do it. Cut your enemy when and where you can.

“Once you’ve committed to the fight, give them no mercy, no quarter, and feel no remorse. Press any advantage you have with single-minded determination and don’t let up until you’re certain the enemy is finished. Even when they look defeated, strike again just to be sure.”

After Ayela had learned the basics of a number of thrusting and slicing attacks, Isabel started working those techniques into combinations, targeting first the arm, then moving in for more ruinous parts of the body. She worked on several multiple-strike combinations at low speed, focusing on accuracy until Ayela was comfortable with the series of movements, then began increasing the speed of the movements until Ayela was dripping with sweat.

As evening fell, she stopped her relentless drilling and smiled at the young Princess of Karth. “You’ve done well today.”

“Thank you, Isabel. I learned so much. I’m already starting to see how to string one technique after the other to create different combinations and how it all depends on the enemy, what they’re armed with, if they have armor, how they move, where they’re standing in relation to me … there are just so many factors.”

“That’s why the basics are important,” Isabel said. “Master those and you’ll be able to apply them to any situation you face.”

Ayela nodded. “I’m so tired, but I can’t imagine I’ll sleep a wink tonight with all of these new ideas floating around in my head.”

“You might be surprised,” Isabel said. “Honestly, the best way to really absorb everything you’ve learned today is to put it out of your mind. Stop thinking about it and let your mind absorb it. You’ll be surprised how much clearer these lessons will be tomorrow.”

They found Hector and Horace in the cottage cooking dinner under Hazel’s close supervision. Isabel suddenly thought it odd that Hazel seemed to want to be close to the brothers, almost as if her charm spell required proximity. She made a mental note on her way to the table.

Chapter 35

The next three days passed slowly for Isabel. She was becoming increasingly anxious to be on her way, but Hazel steadfastly maintained that the soldiers were still camped in the vicinity, apparently believing that Isabel and her friends were hiding in the swamp and choosing to wait them out. Hazel didn’t seem concerned about the matter, going about the business of directing Hector and Horace in nearly a dozen projects around her little sanctuary, from mending the roof of her cottage to tilling compost into several garden plots.

Isabel used the time to teach Ayela everything she could about fighting. Ayela was a quick learner but there was only so much a person could learn in such a short period of time. Isabel focused on drilling a number of basic attacks with a knife, knowing full well that learning how to fight was as much about teaching the mind as it was about teaching the muscles and tendons of the body to perform complex movements in a blink. That took time and practice—a fact that Ayela accepted with resignation after discovering how grueling knife-fighting drills were.

She kept at it though. Isabel admired her dedication and drive. Ayela wanted these skills enough to do the work. Isabel had no doubt she would succeed in becoming quite effective with a blade, just not anytime soon. Mastery took years of work. Isabel had started drilling with the Rangers when she was fourteen and remembered all too well how difficult the exercises could be.

The morning of the next day, Isabel could tell that Ayela wanted to say something but was reluctant. Once Hector and Horace had gone to work under the watchful eye of Hazel, Isabel smiled at Ayela.

“Out with it,” she said.

“I’m so sore,” Ayela said. “Could we take the day off? My body needs to rest.”

“Of course,” Isabel said, chuckling. “I was wondering when all your hard work would catch up with you.”

“Yesterday,” Ayela said, stretching her arms. “I asked Hazel if I could pick some of her plants today and she said yes. You said you wanted to learn how to make blackwort, so why don’t I teach you?”

“All right,” Isabel said. “I’ll be the student today.”

They left the cottage and Ayela led her to the valley wall. “The first ingredient we’ll look for is bluecap,” she said. “It’s a type of mushroom that likes to grow under fallen logs.” She knelt down, peering under a rotting tree trunk and looking at the ground carefully. There were a number of different mushrooms of various shapes and sizes, but all growing in little patches of their own as if they were being cultivated.

“Ah, here we are,” Ayela said, pointing to a small group of mushrooms with long stems and dark bell-shaped caps tinged with an iridescent blue.

“When harvesting bluecaps, it’s important that you don’t touch the cap itself,” Ayela said, carefully cutting the long stem with her knife and pinching the stem against the blade so she could drop the mushroom into a jar without handling the top.

“What happens if you touch the cap?” Isabel asked.

“Most people spend many hours vomiting,” Ayela said. “Some get sick enough to die, but that’s rare.”

“Good to know,” Isabel said.

After picking three bluecaps, Ayela put the lid on the jar and stood up. “Next we need Fly Agaric,” she said. “They tend to grow in the shade of trees.” She pointed to a small grove across the little valley. It suddenly struck Isabel how out of place some of the trees were, given their location. Hazel must have transplanted them and carefully cultivated them since most weren’t native to the jungle.

“Fly Agaric is another type of mushroom. It has a broad red cap with lots of white spots, and the stem and gills are white,” Ayela said. “They tend to grow in small clumps of eight to twelve.”

After a few minutes of searching and discovering several different varieties of fungus, all growing in segregated patches, they found what they were looking for. Ayela unceremoniously plucked the cap from the largest in the bunch and put it into her jar with the bluecaps.

“These are harmless … unless you eat them,” she said. “Now all we need is wolf lichen. It’s a bright green, loose-hanging lichen that grows on the shady side of trees.”

While they were searching through the grove of trees, Isabel thought she saw a cave along one wall of the valley. It was covered in dense bushes with shiny green leaves. When she started toward them, Ayela stopped her with a hand on her arm.

“You don’t want to touch those,” she said. “You’ll be scratching for a week and the more you scratch, the more your skin will welt.”

“Oh! Thanks for warning me,” Isabel said, making a mental note of the location for future investigation.

“I think we’ll have better luck over there,” Ayela said, pointing to the north side of the grove. A few minutes later she stopped, pointing several feet up the side of a fir tree … yet another species of tree very out of place in the swamp.

Ayela used a stick to scrape off a chunk of the lichen, which she stuffed into her jar.

“That’s all we need, except for some water and a fire.”

They returned to an empty cottage. Isabel suspected Hazel had Hector and Horace hard at work mending a fence or something equally as mundane.

Ayela started filling a pan with some water to make blackwort. “First, we bring the water to a boil,” she said. “Then we add the bluecaps.” She’d removed the other ingredients from the jar, leaving only the bluecaps to dump into the boiling water.

“Let them cook for a few minutes until they get soft, then smash them into mush against the side of the pan. Let the mixture boil for another few minutes, then add the Fly Agaric and the wolf lichen. Set the pan off to the side of the fire and let it sit for about an hour, then remove the Fly Agaric and the wolf lichen. Reduce the liquid that remains until it turns black and starts to thicken, stirring frequently.”

Ayela worked carefully and attentively, explaining each step until she held up a vial of blackwort and handed it to Isabel.

“Cook some onto your blade and your enemy won’t survive,” Ayela said.

“Blackwort is dangerous, Child,” Hazel said from behind them. “Where did you learn to make such a thing?”

Ayela shrugged innocently. “My mother taught me. She taught me about most of the medicines and poisons I know how to make.”

“Ah, well, who am I to question a mother’s wisdom,” Hazel said. “Make sure you scrub that pot with sand before you use it for your dinner.” Hazel left quickly, almost too quickly.

“Thank you, Ayela,” Isabel said. “I’m always amazed at the wonders nature has to offer.”

“I know exactly what you mean,” Ayela said, looking down into the fire and falling silent.

Isabel waited for her to continue.

“I’m going to miss you, Isabel. I’ve never had many friends. It’s nice to have someone to talk to who treats me like a person, like an equal.”

“It’s not too late to change your mind,” Isabel said. “You can still come with us.”

“I know, but the more I think about it, the more certain I am that my place is here, for now anyway.”

“I hope you’re right,” Isabel said.

The following morning, Isabel woke suddenly. She’d been dreaming of Alexander, except the dream seemed more real than most and he’d been desperate to find her, to warn her.

Hazel was sitting by the fire. She turned and looked at Isabel as if she knew.

“Release your hold over Hector and Horace,” Isabel said. “Return our weapons and let us go, today.”

“You’re hardly in a position to be making demands,” Hazel said.

“I know you’ve been lying to us,” Isabel said. “I know the Sin’Rath have moved on, yet you continue with your lies. What’s your game?”

“I give you shelter in my home and this is how you repay me?” Hazel said. “With baseless accusations and suspicion?”

“My husband came to my dreams last night and warned me about you.”

“Impossible,” Hazel said, though Isabel could sense growing alarm from the old witch. “This place is protected from such magic.”

“Alexander is very persistent and more powerful than you might imagine,” Isabel said. “What’s more, he knows where you live. I’d be very careful if I were you.”

“Don’t threaten me,” Hazel snapped. “Even if I believed you, your husband is a world away. You left him, remember? He can hardly help you and I doubt very much he would long mourn your loss.”

“Don’t count on that,” Alexander said, materializing beside Isabel. “It took me quite a while to figure out your defenses. I have to admit, even I was surprised by what I learned in the process, but that’s beside the point. If you harm Isabel, I will wage total war against you until I have your head. I will set aside my battle with Phane and postpone my war with Zuhl and I will focus all of my efforts on finding you and killing you.”