Magic Rises

as if stroking invisible pages. “He has the most interesting books. Do you have books, lady?”
    Great. I rescued Hugh’s librarian. “Some. Probably not as nice as Hugh’s.”
    “That’s alright.” Christopher offered me a smile. “I will help you get more and then I will take care of them for you.”
    “Christopher, about the orange beast,” I said. “The one who killed a guard, you remember?”
    “The lamassu,” Christopher said helpfully.
    “You know what they are?”
    “Yes.” He nodded with that same faraway smile.
    “Why didn’t you tell me when I talked to you?”
    “You didn’t ask.”
    I turned and bumped my forehead against the wooden post of the bed.
    “Okay, mistress needs a moment,” Barabas said. “Come on.”
    “Does that help?” Christopher asked with interest.
    Barabas took him by the arm and gently lifted him to his feet. “We should go eat.”
    “Real food?”
    “Real food. Come with me.”
    They left the room.
    “You know he’s crazy, right?” Curran asked.
    “Yep. He won’t survive on his own.”
    “As you wish,” Curran said.
    * * *
    I spent the day in bed, sleeping, eating, and then sleeping again. Curran stood guard over me, and any suggestion that I should go and guard Desandra was met with a stone Beast Lord face. He had a point. I was tired and my whole body hurt, as if I’d been through a meat grinder.
    Ten minutes before six I woke up because someone knocked on our door. Curran blocked it. Beast Lord in hover mode.
    “. . . information,” Hibla said.
    I rolled out of bed.
    Curran stepped aside. She walked into the room, holding herself very straight, her chin raised, her spine rigid. She couldn’t have looked more fragile if she were on the verge of crying. I’d warned her. Be careful who you serve.
    “What do you have for me?”
    “A large group of strangers came to the mountains. They didn’t use the pass or the sea. They came on the railroad tracks on foot. They passed a small village not too far from here.” Hibla passed me a photograph. The body of a young man lying on his back stared at me with empty eyes. A bright red hole gaped where his stomach used to be, his flesh gouged out by claws and teeth. They’d fed on him. The second picture showed a close-up of his face. Purple blisters marked his features. I’d seen them before on Ivanna’s face.
    I held up the photograph and showed it to Hibla.
    “The villagers said the bigger ones spit acid.”
    “What do you mean?”
    Hibla shrugged. “We don’t know. There were only six survivors. They had killed forty people and eaten most of them. I saw these marks on Ivanna.”
    “I saw them, too,” I said.
    “If she was attacked, why didn’t she say anything?”
    “Unless she was attacked by her own kind,” Curran said.
    I pulled a piece of paper out and began writing. “The first time I saw Ivanna was before dinner, when Radomil and Gerardo had a fight in the hallway. She saw Doolittle examining Desandra and she was upset.”
    I wrote it down and drew an arrow down. “Desandra was attacked.” I drew another arrow.
    “Meeting between the packs,” Curran said.
    I added it and drew another arrow. “Doolittle is attacked. Next morning Ivanna has purple blisters.”
    “If I were a lamassu, and assuming that one of Desandra’s babies is a lamassu,” Curran said, “knowing that a medic is examining her would make me nervous.”
    “One of Desandra’s children is one of those things?” Hibla’s eyes narrowed.
    “Probably,” Curran told her.
    “Suppose Ivanna is a lamassu,” I said. “She sees Doolittle take the blood. She knows that there is a chance he will discover that a child is a lamassu, and that will blow their pack’s cover. She panics and tries to have her killed. Except someone in her pack, either Radomil or more likely Vitaliy, takes exception to that. The attack failed, they’re down a shapeshifter, and they still want the child to be born, because they want the mountain pass.”
    “Of course they want the pass,” Curran said. “They glide. Mountains give them a huge advantage. Vitaliy spits on her as a punishment and then decides to destroy the evidence Doolittle had collected instead.”
    “Doolittle said they smashed his equipment.” It wasn’t bad reasoning: no need to kill Desandra when you can just destroy the blood. “They also were the only pack that reacted when I asked for the blood test. The Italians and Kral wouldn’t give me the time