God's War Part 28

"You mean besides giving us a safe house where we can help you recover your a.s.s?"

"You know what I mean. I have a great a.s.s."

"You do have a great a.s.s," Khos said. He'd spent a lot of time looking at it over the years, and one night with his hands on it. "Yeah, they'll put us up, and, yeah, they can point us to the waterworks where we can check out fighters. The wh.o.r.es go with patrons to the matches."

"Are any of these wh.o.r.es Nasheenian?"

"Don't take this the wrong way, Nyx, but you couldn't pa.s.s for a Chenjan wh.o.r.e. Trust me."

"Not me. You should take Anneke."

"Anneke couldn't play a wh.o.r.e to save her life. In Chenja, she couldn't even pa.s.s for a woman if she tried. Rhys and I will go." He hesitated, added, "As men men."

"All right. Where's Rhys?"

"He's all right."

"Good." She was fading. They'd pumped her with some local drug Rhys had, but she didn't talk or act like a woman who wasn't in pain. She'd rebound, though, he knew. She'd rebound and forget the whole mess, go back to swaggering around. For one sharp moment, he realized he liked her this way, mostly helpless and incredibly vulnerable. But knowing that he was that type of man, that he liked her this way, frightened him. He looked away from her.

"You call a magician?" she asked, moving her maimed hand a bit. "I mean, a real one."

"They're hard to come by, and expensive." Khos paused again. Repairing Nyx's hand was delicate work, and they needed someone far more skilled than a hedge witch. "We don't have the cash."

"Who said that?"

"Rhys."

"Can't I sell something? A kidney? My liver?"

"I think you'll need your liver."

"Maybe a lung. I don't have to run fast."

"I'm not bringing a butcher in here, and a butcher is all we could afford."

"You could just find my fingers and stick them back on."

"You need some sleep, I think."

Nyx tossed her head. "That little dancer will kill me yet."

"I'll have one of the women bring you something to help you sleep," Khos said, and stood.

"At least it was my right hand," Nyx said. Her eyelids began to close. "Rasheeda never could remember I'm a southpaw."

Khos stood over her, and watched her mouth go slack, watched her drift. Half dead and mutilated, and she was already thinking about her next fight.

24.

Rhys waited for Khos outside Nyx's room, pacing the hallway. Rhys had done everything he could, called up every bug he had the capacity to control, and it hadn't been enough. Every time he ran his hands over her, the severity of her injuries made him tremble. For all his talk of her G.o.dlessness, of G.o.d abandoning her, he had never expected this.

I never wanted this.

"How is she?" Rhys asked as Khos came out into the hall. Khos shut the door behind him and gestured for Rhys to follow him back into their shared room.

Inside, Khos said, "She's ready and willing to sell off her body parts for bread, so about as expected." He sat on the bed and stretched out his long legs. "She's the most stubborn b.i.t.c.h I know. She'll be all right. Not for a while, but she'll be all right."

"Did you tell her we haven't been able to get a hold of Taite?"

"No, and she didn't ask about him, praise be. Still nothing?"

"Nothing." Rhys pulled on his burnous. It was almost dawn. None of them had slept, but he wanted to stop at the local mosque and pray before going to clean out the rest of their things from the garret. Khos had warned him that the bel dames had likely blown the place wide open by now, but Rhys needed to check. He had left the stash of Kine's papers back at the garret, and he didn't want the bel dames to find them. If they hadn't already.

Khos stood as well. "I'll drive you," he said.

They'd spent a couple of hours repainting the bakkie with some borrowed paint from the brothel mistress and replacing the tags. Rhys had balked at Khos's choice of safe house. Nasheenian brothels might have been places of political protest and intrigue, but in Chenja they were just brothels. They sold s.e.x and liquor and little else. The whole house smelled of cheap jasmine perfume, liberally applied; it muted but did not cover up the smells of s.e.x and bile and sticky opium.

But they were out of places to go on such short notice. Rhys had no contacts here, and Anneke said her friend's teahouse was too conspicuous.

So it was s.e.x and jasmine.

"Are we going to scout out other rooms?" Rhys asked.

"Once Nyx is up for it," Khos said. "She'll want a say. She gets jumpy when she's not in a place she chooses."

They walked down and got into the bakkie. Khos dropped Rhys at the mosque and pulled out a cigar.

It was the best part of being in Chenja, perhaps the only part that made any of it worth it: There was a mosque at every corner, a call to prayer in every city.

Rhys joined the crowd of others moving into the mosque for prayer. The wave of women was far greater than that of men, a billowing tide of veils and burquas. He joined the trickle of old men, young boys, and the handful of household heads, and performed the ablution with them in the courtyard. He knelt with the other men in a neat row and praised G.o.d with them in one voice.

Rhys found a moment of peace in the madness, and he clung to it.

After, Rhys joined Khos in the bakkie. They circled the garret twice to look for movement or some kind of disturbance or for bel dames posting watch along the street. Rhys sent out a swarm of locusts to scout the area. They found nothing in the garret. No bel dames, no mercenaries. Nothing. He tried calling up some wasps to sniff out traps, but there were no local hives except for the one Rhys had set to watch Kine's papers. He'd have to risk it.

"You want to come up and help me detect explosives?" he asked as Khos parked the bakkie four blocks from the building.

Khos grunted. "How'd I be good at that?"

"All right." It was worth asking.

Rhys kept his hood up and walked to the door. The building manager had already replaced the lock that Rhys and Khos had broken while trying to get back in for their gear after Nyx was taken.

Rhys pulled out one of his bug boxes and used a squirt beetle to spray the lock. The metal began to dissolve. Rhys pounded the lock free with his burnous-wrapped hand.

He stepped inside.

There was a dirty, pregnant white woman huddled on the stairs. Either she belonged to one of the other tenements or she had snuck in before the lock on the door was replaced. She wore a dirty hijab. He wondered what she was doing out of the foreigners' ghetto.

Rhys headed up the stairs and made to squeeze past her.

She lifted her head. "Rhys?" she said, and tugged at his trousers.

Rhys's heart leapt. He reached for his pistols.

"I'm Taite's sister," she said frantically. "You remember me? Rhys?"

Her hair was a mess, partially hidden under the dirty hijab. The last time he'd seen Taite's sister, she wasn't yet showing her pregnancy. She had been beautiful and haunted. He didn't remember her being so pale.

"Inaya?" he said. "How did you get over the border?" A half-breed woman pa.s.sing from Nasheen to Chenja? Across the border?

"I can't... I'm not...." She let out her breath.

"What's happened to Taite?"

"Raine came for him," Inaya said. "Taite told me you were here. I worked the way out."

"Worked out? How did you run the border?"

"I just... did."

"Did anyone follow you?"

"Not this time."

"Not this this time?" time?"

"They couldn't this time. But Raine followed me to Taite, back in Nasheen." Her eyes began to fill with water. She looked like she'd been crying a good long while.

"Has anyone else gone up past you? How long have you been here?"

"Before dawn. I haven't seen anyone but the man who came to fix the door."

"Good." A Chenjan man with a woman-who was to all eyes foreign-would get him noticed. "Stay here," he said.

"Don't leave me, please!" She grabbed his burnous.

He took her hands, leaned toward her. As he touched her, he felt a curious lack, something he could not name. She had the feeling of a woman free from disease or contagion or petty hurt. Completely free. It was a slick, oily feeling.

He released her hands. "It's all right. I'm getting Khos. We're just around the corner. Stay here. I'll come back. I promise."

She choked back more tears.

Rhys hurried outside. He found Khos and leaned into the bakkie window. "Taite's sister is here."

Khos choked on cigar smoke. He put the cigar out on the dash. "Inaya is here?"

"Yes."

"Oh, f.u.c.k." He started to get out of the bakkie.

"Don't," Rhys said. "The three of us walking around together-"

"Her and I together is all right," Khos said. He'd already gotten out. "I can take her. Is she veiled?"

"She has a hijab."

"Good enough."

"Khos, she hates hates shape s.h.i.+fters." shape s.h.i.+fters."

"Yeah," Khos said, and started tying back his dreads. "Did you ever wonder why?"

"I don't-"

"How do you think a pregnant half-breed crossed the border?"

"Oh," Rhys said, and then, "Oh. But that's impossible." He remembered taking her hands. He remembered when he first saw her. "I can sense a s.h.i.+fter at three paces. I would have known when I met her."

Khos shrugged. "You've always been a s.h.i.+tty magician."

"Not when it comes to perception."

"What happened to her? She's probably being tailed."

"Raine got Taite."

"s.h.i.+t."

"Yes."

"All right. I'll take her to a diner in the Mhorian district. You finish up what you need to do here and go tell Nyx what's happening."

"Where will you be?"

"Don't worry about it. I'll make my own way back to the brothel once she's secure."

Rhys left a locust guard on the bakkie, and they both went to the building.

Inaya stood when they entered. When she saw Khos, Rhys saw something in her face harden.

"Khos will take you to a safe place, then we'll get you back to Nyx. We need to clear things with her," Rhys said.