Eileen Wilks - Blood Challenge

Two months ago

KNEEL.

The two young men did as they were bid. One was fair and lean, with hair the color of wheat and eyes the sunny blue of the sky that ripens it. The other was ruddy, with dark hair and a mouth that seemed permanently bent up, as if he smiled so often his face was trained to it. Both wore cutoffs, nothing else.

Isen sat in his favorite armchair and studied them. It was an interesting moment. David Auckley and Jeffrey Lane were the first Leidolf to set foot inside his home since it was built.

Unless, of course, he counted his son.

Isen glanced at Rule standing several feet behind the two youngsters. Somehow, at the gens compleo that brought these two into their claninto Leidolfas full adults, Rule had also brought them into Nokolai. Isen had felt it when it happened. The imprint new clan members made on the clans mantle was subtle but unmistakable.

This shouldnt have been possible. But then, Isens second-born son was the first lupus in roughly three thousand years to hold more than one mantle. The impossible was becoming commonplace these days.

The next wrinkle was more implausible than impossible. After accidentally bringing David and Jeff into two clans instead of one, Rule had been unable to remove them from Nokolai. Rule held only the heirs portion of that mantle, but it should have been enough. Neither he nor Isen understood why it hadnt worked.

Today they amended that. Isen held the full Nokolai mantle, and had for a very long time. In a sense he held even the portion carried by his son and heir, for the full mantle was his to command, regardless of where it lay. It would do his will. He no more doubted that than he doubted his ability to direct his foot or his hand.

They would do this without ceremony. No one was calling seco, though the procedure was the same as when a lupus was made clanless. But there was no shame to these young men in what must be done. They would no longer be Nokolai, but they wouldnt be left without a clan.

David, Isen said, keeping his voice low and matter-of-fact. Jeffrey. He placed a hand on each mans shoulder. The mantle stirred, recognizing them. He held that recognition in his awareness and denied it, with words and with intent, calling back the tiny portions of mantle swimming in each of them. You are not Nokolai.

Nothing happened. For a very long moment, nothing at all happened.

Isen leaned back in his chair and laughed loud and long.

Isen, Rule said. Just that, and his tone gave away as little as his words, but Isen knew he was worried. No doubt he meant to hide that from the two pups who were staring at Isen now, the blond one alarmed, the darker one sufficiently astonished to have lost that small, perpetual smile.

That, too, amused Isen. Ah, he said, wiping his eyes, which had watered from mirth. The jokes on me, isnt it?

Im not finding the humor, Rule said dryly.

Isen looked at his son with great love and almost as much patience. He had two living sons, and both were a trifle too serious. Still, he understood Rules anxiety. Thus far, he and Rule had managed to conceal the condition of these young Leidolf-Nokolai hybrids by bringing them here to train as guards for their Rho. Supposedly this was to honor Rules first gens compleo as Leidolf Rho, and to signal the newly friendly ties between Nokolai and Leidolf.

It did those things, but more importantly, it provided an explanation for the way they smelled. They trained with Nokolai, lived with Nokolai. People would assume the whiff of Nokolai scent they carried was acquired, not innate.

Their little sleight-of-smell wouldnt work forever. And then, as the saying went, the shit would hit the fan.

Isen met his sons eyes as one last chuckle escaped. Ah, well. You and I dont always laugh at the same things. The mantle didnt answer me.

I noticed that.

Rule. Fond but slightly exasperated, Isen shook his head. A Rho commands his clans mantle entirely with one exception.

Rules eyes widened. His gaze slid to the men still obediently kneeling. He said nothing, then looked at his father again, a question suspended in his dark eyes.

Isen nodded. Yes, you understand correctly.

Ah, hubris. Isen smiled wryly at himself. Hed forgotten that exception, hadnt he? Though there was some justification. The Lady hadnt acted directly on the mantles in over three thousand years. Not since the Great War, in fact. But they, like the lupi shed created, remained hers to command.

Why did she want these two to remain in two clans? Who knew? Clearly, though, she did. Just as clearly, many in other clans would not believe this.

Interesting times, Isen thought. That was the Chinese curse, wasnt it? May you live in interesting times.

FEAR comes in many flavors. Tonights dish was sour apples with a soupcon of bile. Arjenie swallowed and swallowed again.

The moon was high and nearly full. A few tatters of high-flying cirrus clouds marred the skys dome like scuff marks left by skidding giants. Arjenie held herself still so as not to send any crackles or crunches out into the moon-flooded night.

She was glad of the moonlight. There wasnt much ambient light this far from the city, just the landscape lighting around Robert Friars big, expensive house. That sprouted up everywhere like electronic fungipath lighting, spots trained on trees and shrubs, the diamond glow of underwater lights in the pool.

Everywhere except at the guesthouse, that is. About fifty feet past the sparkling pool was a log cabin the size of a two-car garage. Here it was dark, especially behind the thorny bush where Arjenie crouched. Neither moonlight nor landscape lighting reached inside the window two feet to her left. The window was open an inch. Behind the glass lay darkness. A whisper floated out to her from that darkness. Youd better go.

Yes.

And yet you arent moving.

I hate to leave you here.

I cant go with you. You know that. Go now. Theyll bring the tears soon.

Arjenie said nothing. There was nothing to say. Dya had to have the tears, but Arjenie hated them and everything they stood for.

Tch. I shouldnt have called you. Youre not

Youre not about to insult me, are you?

Youre frightened.

You can hear my knees knocking from in there?

Is that what that noise was? Dya huffed softly. Dont worry, little fox. I will be well. Not happy, but well. He doesnt dare hurt me too much.

He doesnt dare kill you, Arjenie corrected. Thats what you said. Because your family would find out

They are your family, too. Jidar relations are still family.

Family shed never met and never would. My point is, if you miss your scheduled contact, theyll raise a stink and then Friar has to produce you alive and well or theyll have a grievance. Thats a big deal where you come from, so hell be disinclined to kill you.

I am also very important to his plans. He does not want me dead.

There can be a world of pain between well and dead.

A single cluck of the tongue. Then leave before you grow weary and make a mistake and are found with those vials in your pockets. He would punish me severely for them.

Good idea. Especially since no one would hold Friar accountable if she disappeared. Arjenie had a dreadful suspicion that making her go away permanently would be at the top of Friars list of options if he caught her here. Youve got the prepaid phone I brought. You remember how to use it? Mobile phones are a little different