one。 It was unjust。’
Her brow wrinkled。 ‘But 。。。 Sister Maren is the headmistress of the novices。 I’m a novice。 I can’t go to her and tell her she must reverse the order … she’ll skin me alive！’
‘I am the cause of the trouble； you are simply the messenger。 If she punishes you； I would not stand for it； any more than I will stand for what was done to Sister Verna。 If Sister Maren wishes to start a war； then let it start。 If she wishes to keep my truce； then she will have to e to me； here； and agree to my terms。’
Pasha stared at him。 ‘Richard； if you are here when the sun goes down； you will die。’
‘Then I would suggest you hurry。’
She turned； holding her arm out toward the city。 ‘But 。。。 I must go all the way back。 It took me hours to get here。 It will take me hours to go back； and then I must find Sister Maren； and then convince her that you’re serious； and even if I could get her to agree to return with me； we must still get back here。’
‘You should have ridden a horse。’
‘But I ran here as soon as I realized where you were！ I wasn’t thinking about a horse； or anything else！ I knew there was trouble and just came after you！’
He gave her an even look。 ‘Then you made a mistake； Pasha。 You should have thought before you acted。 Next time； maybe you will think first。’
Pasha put a hand to her chest as she gulped air。 ‘Richard； there is hardly time 。。。’
‘Then you had better hurry； or your new charge will be sitting here； in Hagen Woods； when the sun goes down。’
Her eyes moistened with frustration and concern。 ‘Richard； please； you don’t understand。 This is no game。 This place is dangerous。’
He turned a little and pointed with the sword。 ‘Yes； I know。’
Pasha peered around him； to the shadows； and gasped。 Hesitantly； she stepped to the thing by the trees。 Richard didn’t follow。 He knew what was there； two halves of a creature from a nightmare； its guts spilled across the ground。
Its sinuous head； like a man’s half melted into a snake； or lizard； was a picture of wickedness itself； covered in a glossy； tight； black skin； smooth down to the base of the thick neck where it began welting up into pliable scales。 The lithe body was shaped much like a man’s。 The whole of the creature seemed made for fluid speed； deadly quick grace。
It wore hides covered with short； black hair； and a full…length； black； hooded cape。 What Richard had taken for claws were not claws； but three…bladed knives； one in each webbed hand； with crosswise handles held in the fist。 Steel extensions went up each side of the wrist for support when a strike was made。
Pasha stood dumbstruck。 Richard finally went to stand by her； looking down at the two halves of the thing。 Whatever it was； it bled； the same as any other creature。 And it smelled； like fish guts rotting in the hot sun。
Pasha stood trembling as she stared at the thing。 ‘Dear Creator；’ she whispered。 ‘It’s a mriswith。’ She took a step back。 ‘What happened to it？’
‘What happened to it？ I killed it； that’s what happened to it。 What sort of thing is a mriswith？’
Her big brown eyes came to his。 ‘What do you mean； you killed it？ You can’t kill a mriswith。 No one has ever killed a mriswith。’
Her face was a picture of consternation。
‘Well； someone has killed one now。’
‘You killed it at night； didn’t you。’
‘Yes。’ Richard frowned。 ‘How do you know that？’
‘Mriswith are rarely seen outside Hagen Woods； but there have been reports over the last few thousand years。 Reports given by people who somehow managed to live long enough to tell what they saw。 The mriswith always take on the color of what is around them。 In one report； one rose up in the tidal flats； and was the color of mud。 One time in the sand dunes； it was the color of the sand。 One report noted that in the light of a golden sunset； the mriswith was golden。 When they kill at night； they’re never seen； because they are black； like the night。 We think they have the ability； maybe the magic； to assume the color of their surroundings。 Since this one is black； I guessed that you killed it at night。’
Richard took her arm； gently pulling her away。 She seemed transfixed by the creature。 He could feel her trembling under his hand。
‘Pasha； what are they？’
‘Things that live in the Hagen Woods。 I don’t know what they are。 I’ve heard it said that in the war that separated the New World from the Old； the wizards created armies of the mriswith。 Some people believe the mriswith are sent by the Nameless One。
‘But the Hagen Woods are their home。 And the home of other things。 They are why no one lives out in the country on this side of the river。 Sometimes； they e out of the woods； and hunt people。 They never devour their kills； they seem simply to kill for the sake of killing。 Mriswith disembowel their victims。 Some live long enough to tell what got them； that is how we know as much as we know。’
‘How long have the Hagen Woods； the creatures； been here？’
‘As far as I know； at least as long as the Palace of the Prophets； nearly three thousand years。’
She took a fistful of his shirt。 ‘In all that time； no one； not once； has ever killed a mriswith。 Every victim said that they never saw it until after it slashed them open。 Some of those victims have been Sisters； and wizards； and not even their Han warned them。 They said they were blind to its ing； as if they were born without the gift。 How is it you were able to kill a mriswith？’
Richard remembered seeing it ing in his mind。 He took her hand from his shirt。 ‘Maybe I was just lucky。
Someone was bound to get one sooner or later。 Maybe this one was just a half…wit。’
‘Richard； please； e away with me。 This is not the way to have a test of wills with the palace。 This could get you killed。’
‘I’m not testing anyone’s will； I’m taking responsibility for my actions。 It’s my fault Sister Verna was demoted； I’ve got to set it straight。 I’m taking a stand for what’s right。 If I don’t do that； then I am nothing。’
‘Richard； if the sun sets on you in the Hagen Woods …’
‘You are wasting precious time； Pasha。’
CHAPTER 52
It was late afternoon when he heard them ing。 He heard the sound of only one horse； and Pasha’s voice calling out the direction。 At last they broke into the clearing。
Richard sheathed his sword。 ‘Bonnie！’ He gave the horse’s neck a scratch。 ‘How you doing； girl？’
Bonnie nuzzled his chest。 Richard pushed his fingers in the side of her mouth and felt the bit while Sister Maren frowned at him。
‘I’m glad to see you use a snaffle bit； Sister。’
‘The stableboys said they couldn’t find the spade bits。’ She glared down at him suspiciously。 ‘Seems they vanished。 Mysteriously。’
‘That so？’ Richard shrugged。 ‘Can’t say I’m sorry。’
Pasha was panting with the effort of having kept up with the Sister on her horse。 Her white blouse was soaked with sweat。 She fussed hopelessly with the matted； tangled mess of her hair。 The Sister must have made Pasha walk； as punishment。 Sister Maren； in her plain brown dress buttoned to her neck； looked cool and fortable atop the horse。
‘So； Richard；’ Sister Maren said； as she dismounted； ‘I am here； as you requested。 What is it you want？’
She knew very well what he wanted； but Richard decided to restate it in a pleasant tone。 ‘It’s quite simple。 Sister Verna is to be restored to Sister。 At once。 And you are also to return her dacra to her。’
She gestured dismissively。 ‘And here I thought you would want something unreasonable。 This is simple。 It is done。 Verna is returned to Sister。 It makes no difference to me。’
‘And when she asks why； I don’t want you to tell her about this business with me。 Just say you reconsidered； or something； and decided to reinstate her。 If you want； you can tell her you prayed for guidance from your Creator； and it came to you that she should remain a Sister。’
She brushed some of her fine； sandy hair back from her face。 That would suit me。 Are you satisfied？ Is everything to your liking？’
‘That would end it； and keep our truce。’
‘Good。 Now that the trifling matters are dispensed with； show me this dead bear。 Pasha has half the palace in an uproar with some babble about you killing a mriswith。’ Pasha furiously studied the ground as Sister Maren directed a scolding frown in her direction。 The foolish child never sets her slippered foot on anything that hasn’t been swept； scrubbed； or polished。 The only time she sticks her head out…of…doors is go see the latest bolt of lace to e to Tanimura。 She wouldn’t know a rabbit from an ox； and she certainly wouldn’t know a 。。。 What is that smell？’
‘Bear guts；’ Richard said。
He held out his arm； showing her the way。 Pasha deferentially stepped aside。 Sister Maren straightened her dress at her hips and marched toward the trees。 Pasha peeked up at him； and when they heard Sister Maren gasp； her head came the rest of the way up and she smiled。
When Sister Maren stepped backward to them； her face white as bed sheets； Pasha resumed her study of the ground。
Sister Maren’s trembling fingers lifted Pasha’s chin。 ‘You have spoken the truth；’ she whispered。 ‘Forgive me； child。’
Pasha curtsied。 ‘Of course； Sister Maren。 Thank you for taking the time to witness my report。’
Sister Maren’s haughty attitude had vanished； to be replaced by sincere concern。 She turned to Richard。 ‘How did this creature die？’ Richard lifted the sword clear of its scabbard a half foot and then slid it home。 Then what Pasha said is true？ You killed it？’
Richard shrugged。 ‘I spend quite a lot of my time out…of…doors。 I knew it was no rabbit。’
Sister Maren returned to the creature； mumbling to herself。 ‘I must study it。 This is an unprecedented opportunity。’
Pasha looked to Richard and wrinkled her nose in disgust as the Sister ran her finger over the lipless slit of a mouth； touched the ear holes； and ran her hand across the glossy black skin。 She tugged at the hide clothes； pulling them this way and that as she inspected them。
She rose to her feet； peering down at the entrails。 Finally； she turned to Richard。
‘Where is the cape？ Pasha said it had a cape。’
When the mriswith had lunged； and he had sliced it in two； the cape had been billowed open and so it was undamaged。 While Richard had been waiting for Pasha to return with the Sister； he had accidentally learned the astonishing thing the cape could do。 After that； he had washed it clean of blood； hung it over branches to dry； and then stuffed it away in his pack。 He had no intention of giving that cape away。
‘It’s mine。 It is a prize of battle。 I’m keeping it。’
She looked perplexed。 ‘But； the knives 。。。 don’t men fancy things like that as prizes of battle？ Why would you want a cape instead of the knives？’
Richard tapped the hilt。 ‘I have my sword。 Why would I want knives that have proven inferior to my sword？ I’ve always wanted a long black cape