Cursor's Fury (Codex Alera #3)(210)

"Count Calderon, Aquitainus Invidia, and two of her retainers."

Lady Placida's eyes widened. "Invidia? You're kidding."

"I'm afraid not, my lady."

The High Lady frowned, eyes calculating. "There's little chance that she intends to play this through entirely in good faith, Countess."

"I know," Amara said. "Could you handle the gargoyles if the child wasn't part of the equation?"

"I assume there's at least a chance I could," Lady Placida said, "or Kalarus wouldn't have needed to take the additional measure." She glanced at the child again, tilted her head at each of the statues, and said, "Yes. I can deal with them. But these are close quarters. There won't be much time for me to act-and I can hardly fight them if I am chained to the floor."

Amara nodded, thinking furiously. "Then what we must do," she said, "is determine exactly what your first furycrafting will be."

"One that will free me, put me in a position to destroy the gargoyles quickly, and allow you to leave the chamber so that I don't kill you both while I do so, " Lady Placida said. "And let us not forget that Kalarus will come for me with blood in his eyes if he realizes I'm free."

"It is my hope that you and Lady Aquitaine will be able to neutralize his crafting until we can escape."

"Gaius always did favor optimists in the ranks of the Cursors," Lady Placida said in a dry tone. "I assume you have a brilliant idea of some sort?"

"Well. An idea, at least," Amara said. She glanced back at Rook to make sure she was listening as well. "There's little time, and I'm going to have to ask you both to extend some trust to me. This is what I want to do."

The night fell, dark and thick beneath the ritualists' shroud of storm clouds. The night made the Canim battle cries even more terrifying, and Tavi could feel the primal, inescapable dread of fangs and hungry mouths rising in the back of his thoughts. No furylamps lit the walls as he ran to his position above the gate, and the orange band of a fading sunset was the only light. He couldn't see the men on the wall well enough to make out expressions, but as he walked past them he could hear restless movement among them-and noted that they were uniformly far more slender than most of the more mature ranks of veterans. The First Spear had kept the cohort of fish on the wall.

"Marcus?" Tavi asked as he reached the center wall.

"Sir," growled a dark form near him.

"Everything set?"

"Yes, sir," the First Spear said. "We're ready."

"Men know the signal?"

"Yes. Sir," Marcus growled, tone tight. "That's what I mean when I say we're ready, sir."

Tavi started to snap a reply but held his tongue. He stood on the wall in silence as the light continued to fade. Drums rattled outside. Horns blared. Night fell, blackness only broken by flashes of scarlet lightning.

Then there was a sudden silence.

"Here they come," Tavi breathed.

Howls rose into the air, louder and louder. The ground began to shake.

"Stand by furylamps," Tavi barked. The order was repeated by spear leaders up and down the wall. A flash of lightning showed Tavi a mass of black-armored Canim closing on the gates, and he called, "Furylamps now!"

A dozen large furylamps, suspended by chains to be hung five feet down the outside of the walls, flared into light. They cast a cold blue light out over the ground before the walls, illuminating the ground for the Aleran defenders while glaring into the eyes of the attacking Canim.