Keeva hefted the bow. It was T-shaped, when viewed either vertically or horizontally, the grip projecting down from the centre of the weapon. The rear of the crossbow was fluted back, and shaped so that it settled snugly over the wrist. There were no bronze triggers. Two black studs had been set into the grip.
Waylander handed the girl two black bolts. ‘Load the lower groove first,’ he advised. Keeva struggled with the action. The centre of the lower bowstring was hidden inside the mechanism. ‘Let me show you,’ he said.
On the underside of the bow was a catch. Waylander flicked it open and pulled it down. This engaged the lower bowstring, drawing it back into view. Slipping his fingers into the groove he cocked the weapon, then slid a bolt into place. Snapping the catch, he handed the weapon to Keeva. Extending her arm, she loosed the centre bolt into a nearby target. He watched her reload it. She still struggled with the lower section. ‘Do not leave it loaded for too long,’ he said, ‘for it will weaken the wings. When you get time, practise loading and unloading. It will become easier.’
‘I do not want it to become easier,’ she told him. ‘I will take Ustarte to this place you spoke of, but then you can have this weapon back. I told you once before I do not want to be a killer. That remains true.’
‘I understand that, and I am grateful to you,’ he said. ‘I will be with you late tomorrow. After that you will be free of any obligation to me.’
Finding a stick of charcoal and a section of parchment he drew two diamond shapes, the first with a diagonal line across it running left to right, the second right to left. ‘Skirt the ruins of Kuan-Hador to the south-west and head into the mountains. Follow the main road for around a mile. You will come to a fork in the road. Take the left fork and continue until you see a lightning-blasted tree. Ride on, keeping your eyes on the trunks of the trees you pass. Each time you see these symbols change direction according to the line through the diamond, left to right or right to left. You will come to a cliff-face. If you have followed the symbols correctly you will be close to a deep cleft in the rocks. Dismount and lead the horses into that cleft. Inside you will find a deep cave with a freshwater pool. There are supplies there, and grain for the horses.’
Keeva slipped the bolts from the crossbow and loosed the strings. ‘I heard the priestess say you would be in danger at the Feast. Why go?’
‘Why indeed?’ he observed.
‘You had best be wary.’
‘I am always wary.’
Niallad, son of the mighty Duke Elphons, and blood heir to the vanished throne of Drenan, stood naked before a full-length mirror disliking what he saw. The slender face, with its large blue eyes and full mouth, seemed to him to be that of a girl. There was no real sign yet of facial hair. His shoulders and arms were still skinny, despite the many weeks of hard physical labour he had pushed himself to complete. His chest, also hairless, carried no flesh and his ribs could clearly be seen. He looked nothing like the powerhouse that was his father. And the fears he carried would not go away. When surrounded by crowds he would start to sweat, his palms becoming clammy, his heart beating wildly. His dreams were always of darkness, an unfamiliar maze of corridors, and the stealthy footfalls of an assassin who was never seen.
Turning away from the mirror Niallad went to the chest beneath the window and opened it, pulling forth a grey tunic and dark leggings. Dressing, he pulled on his calf-length riding boots and strapped his dagger-belt to his waist. Then came a light tapping at the door. ‘Come in,’ he called.
The bodyguard, Gaspir, stepped inside. He pointed at the dagger-belt. ‘No weapons, young lord,’ he said. ‘Your father’s orders.’
‘Yes, of course. A hall full of enemies and we carry no weapons.’
‘Only the friends of the Duke are invited,’ said Gaspir.