White Road by Lynn Flewelling Read Free Book Online

seeping through his fingers, and there was already a small pool of it on the floor by his hip.
    Alec looked around frantically. The washstand had been spared in the scuffle. Grabbing the pitcher, he knelt in front of Sebrahn, who’d already slashed his own palm with the knife that Alec had dropped. The rhekaro held his hand over the water, then quickly lifted out the dark blue lotus blossom that formed there.
    “Here.” Seregil took his hand away and Alec saw a deep slash across Seregil’s ribs. “Bastard stabbed me while I was asleep. It’s a good thing his aim was off. He should have slit my throat. Bilairy’s Balls! Those sons of whores were good.”
    Mydri gave him a light cuff to the back of the head that made him wince, then stifle a grin.
    It took four blossoms to close the wound, and Sebrahn laid more on it, sending the healing deeper. When he was finished, Alec cut his own finger more deeply than usual and let the drops fall on Sebrahn’s tongue. The wound across Sebrahn’s palm closed before their eyes.
    “It can’t heal itself?” asked Mydri.
    “Not that we’ve seen,” Seregil told her.
    “Yhakobin made me feed him like this, and the first one, after he sliced them up,” Alec told her. “I saw a hand grow from the stump of Sebrahn’s wrist, and an eye for the first one.”
    Mydri stroked Sebrahn’s hair, her expression softer than he’d ever seen it before. “Poor things. Poor, wretched little things! But why didn’t he sing and protect you?”
    Seregil shrugged. “Who knows? As it was, he killed Yhakobin only when it was clear that Alec was in severe danger.”
    “How in the world would he know?”
    “He just does,” said Alec.
    Mydri cupped Sebrahn’s chin and looked deeply into his eyes. “So strange!” she murmured. “There is a mind there, but not a normal one, just—like fragments floating around.”
    Alec hadn’t realized how badly he was shaking until Adzriel knelt and put her arms around him. “Are you hurt, Alec?” There was blood on his nightshirt.
    “No. Where’s Micum?”
    “Here,” Micum said, pushing his way through the crowd gathered in the doorway. He was wearing breeches and nothing else. The blood spattered across his chest was someone else’s.
    “Get the bodies outside and put them with the others!” Riagil ordered, storming into the room. “The rest of you go back to your rooms. There’s nothing for you to do here.”
    “Please, leave us alone to tend our wounded,” said Adzriel.
    “I’ll have tubs prepared at once,” Yhali said as calmly as if she dealt with such intrusions on a regular basis, yet Alec very much doubted that she did.
    Riagil shooed the others out, then righted a fallen chair and sat down, clearly intending to stay.
    Mydri and Micum helped Seregil and Alec back to the bed. Sebrahn climbed up and nestled in between them.
    “Are you sure you’re not hurt?” Mydri asked Alec, taking in his bloodstained nightshirt. It had been torn and hung off one shoulder.
    “Yes, I’m fine. Seregil?”
    “Much better. Thank you, Sebrahn. So much for keeping him secret, though,” Seregil said, frowning. “Micum, are any of them still alive?”
    “Not a one,” Micum replied. “Khirnari, your swordsmen are well trained but a bit too quick.”
    “Perhaps, but the invaders killed two of my watchmen,” Riagil replied, looking shaken and angry. “I have men out looking for more of them and any boats they came in on.”
    Seregil rose and grabbed his breeches and coat from the top of the clothes chest. Yanking them on, he pulled on histall boots and headed for the door. “We can search the bodies, anyway. Alec, you stay here with Sebrahn.”
    Alec was in no condition to argue.
    “Mydri and I will stay, too,” Adzriel sat down on the edge of the bed and took Alec’s bloodstained hand in hers. Her hands were trembling.
    Seregil paused in front of Riagil. “I am sorry we brought this trouble into your house.”
    “I regret that I did not