Barb Hendee - Witches in Red

SETTLEMENT NEAR THE RYAZAN SILVER MINES, NORTHWEST DROEVINKA

I am called Mariah.

In the mid of one night, I slipped away from the Mndyaltko encampment where I lived and made my way into the trees. I left my perpetually angry sister and my other relatives behindat least for a little while.

I would not let myself think on any of them tonight. I was going to meet my love.

It still amazed me that hed been living right under my nose for nearly four months, and wed never noticed each other. How was that possible? But of course we both had obligations and duties, mine even less pleasant than his. Then . . . only a few weeks ago, we had spoken, and his hand had brushed mine, and I had known.

He was kind, not like the other soldiers posted here to oversee the silver mines. He whispered to me softly and touched me as if I were made of glass, and he listened when I spoke. Id never known how starved Id been for someone to listen until he filled that empty space.

He was handsome as well, tall and slender, with thick hair and gray eyes.

I couldnt wait to see him.

Once I was far enough from the encampment, I began to move faster, hurrying toward the place where we always met. I longed to touch his face and curl up with him beneath a blanket so we could whisper to each other and keep warm. Even when Id barely eaten all day, those moments fed me more than the richest venison stew with fresh bread.

Though I knew most men looked at me with hungera wild slip of a dark-haired girlI still could not believe this was happening, that a lieutenant of Prince Lievens soldiers, connected to the House of Phlen, loved me . . . wanted to marry me.

But he said we must keep our love a secret for now, until he could arrange for a transfer to a new post. I knew he was right, for I was the plaything of his captain, and if the truth came out, neither I nor my lieutenant might ever leave this place, so I guarded our midnight meetings like sacred treasures.

Still moving through the trees, I spotted the small clearing ahead, beside a stream, where we so often met, and I wondered if he was already here.

Sullian? I called quietly.

To my surprise, I was answered by a groanthat sounded like someone in pain.

Sullian? I repeated, this time in confusion, and I stepped into the clearing.

He was there, in his chain armor and his brown tabard, but he was bent over, holding his stomach. I ran to him. Vomit pooled on the ground before him, and saliva ran from his mouth.

What is it? I asked. You are ill?

Instead of answering, he stared at his own hand, and when I followed his gaze, my heart nearly stopped.

No . . . , I whispered. This could not be happening to him. Not to him.

He gagged, trying to spit the saliva from his mouth.

Mariah, go! he choked out. Run!

I didnt move.

He managed to stumble a few steps away from me, and I stood, rooted. Fur began sprouting from the exposed skin on his face and hands. He fell to the ground, writhing in pain. His hands continued to change, with his nails growing into claws, and then his chest began to expand. He was crying out in agony, and there was nothing I could do to help him.

I am Mndyaltko, and I have watched the shifters among my people change forms many times. It looked nothing like this. A true shift happened quickly, effortlessly . . . painlessly, from human form into animal form. It was as simple as breathing.

What was happening to Sullian was something else, something ugly and unnatural.

His cries of pain were so loud that he must have alerted the night watch, and I heard shouting.

Wheres it coming from? someone called.

Over there! someone else answered.

If they saw him, they would kill him.

Get up, I begged without moving any closer. You must hide!

He didnt seem to hear me.

His dark brown tabard ripped into several pieces as his body continued to expand. His face elongated, and still I stood staring. A row of fangs grew in his mouth. I knew I should run, that within moments, he would no longer be himself . . . although this, too, was different from the way of my peoples shifters, who always remained themselves in either form.

But again, what was happening to Sullian was different.

I choked back a sob. He was all I had, and I was about to lose him.

Sullian, I whispered.

His body was now larger than those of the great bears that roamed these northern forests, and his cries of pain shifted into low snarls. Unable to move, I took in the sight of him. He resembled a huge wolf in some ways: his head and paws. But his chest was much wider and his eyes were red. Saliva continued to pour from his mouth, and his snarls grew louder.

He dashed forward a few paces on his clawed feet, and then slowly, his head swung back toward me. There was nothing of my love remaining. I saw only rage in his mad red eyes.

Opening his mouth, he exposed his teeth, and I knew that running would be useless. Yet, if Id wanted to run, I would have done so before now.

His whole body was trembling, and I waited for him to rush me, to end this.

Six men broke from the trees; five were soldiers, and the sixth was old Seth, an aging miner who sometimes looked in on my sister and me. He did not look so old at the moment, however, poised for battle and carrying a pickaxe.

Sullians head swung in their direction, and he roared.

Two of the soldiers carried loaded crossbows. One of them aimed and fired. The quarrel caught my love in the center of his chest.

Dont! I cried. Its Sullian!

My words gave the men a brief pause, as so far, none of the officers had succumbed to this horror. Attacking a superior was a hanging offense in the military, but their pause did not last long, as Sullian charged straight at old Seth . . . who didnt stand a chance with his pickaxe. I heard Seth scream, and I wanted to weep, but I still couldnt move my feet.

Another crossbow quarrel sproutedfrom the side of Sullians throatas three of the soldiers ran toward him with spears taller than they were. I heard the first one strike with a sickening wet sound, and Sullian tried to turn in his madness to attack the nearest man. But a soldier who seemed beyond fear rushed in, gripping his spear with both hands, and somehow drove the point through Sullians eye, pinning his head to the ground.

My love thrashed a few times, and then he went still.

Finally, I sank to my knees.

I was alone now.

VILLAGE SURROUNDING CASTLE SONE, SOUTHWEST DROEVINKA

Cline Fawe worked quietly by herself in her apothecarys shop.

Well, she wasnt completely by herself. Her large orange cat, Oliver, had chased a mouse through a crack in the wall and then stationed himself directly in front of the crack, awaiting his victim. His tail twitched continually, which was most distracting.

Oliver, Cline told him. That mouse is long gone. Either take a nap or go and hunt someplace else.

He ignored her, as he usually did, and she tried turning back to her work.

An unfortunate summer cough had set in upon the village, and shed already run out of cough mixture. So, yesterday, shed stuffed several large jars full of rose petals and then poured boiling water over them. Today, the liquid would be ready for the next stageshe would combine it with honey and a pinch of salt to make a syrup.

Her sister, Amelie, had gone out to purchase some bread and apples for lunch, and Cline wondered how soon she might return. It was late summer now, and for the past several months, the only person with whom Cline felt truly at ease was her sister. But the two of them had gone through a painful ordeal in order to achieve ownership of this shop, and Cline was still trying to put some of it behind her.