“Janco,” Ari warned.
“Fine. A high-pitched whistle. Or in the case of the girls, a girly scream will do.”
This time Onora smacked him on the shoulder.
He rubbed the sore spot and glowered at her. “Definitely not feeling the love.”
*
Ari woke us at dawn. Or rather, he woke me. Onora was already making breakfast, and she set a pot of water on the fire for tea. Ahh...the small comforts of life.
I stretched like a cat and then sat up. “Any trouble?”
“No. There were only a few people on the road.” Ari rolled his shoulders and neck.
“Janco?”
“They closed the gate for the night. No one in or out.” He plopped onto his bedroll. “I did a little exploring to keep awake.” He shooed away our protests over the added danger. “There’s magic at the gate.”
Not a surprise, but it would have been nice for something to go our way. “We have null shield pendants.”
“Which may or may not work,” Janco said. “If there’s a magician stationed there and he can’t read us because of the shields, we’re caught. And if it’s not a magician but one of those magical alarms, we don’t know if a null shield will trigger it.”
“What about the other gates?” Onora asked. “The Helper’s Guild kid said they were closed, but—”
“They’re barricaded, with no way through,” Janco said. “And they have these nasty-looking spikes.”
We all stared at him.
“What? I saved you some time. Sheesh.”
We ate a quick breakfast before Onora and I set off for our shift. She volunteered to watch the road.
“Zitora’s twenty-eight years old with honey-brown hair and pale yellow eyes. Pretty, with a heart-shaped face,” I said. Although it had been almost four years since I last saw the Master Magician. I hoped she hadn’t changed her looks too drastically.
Ari tried to hand Onora the illusion cloak, but she waved it off. “I blend in, remember? Give it to Yelena.”
But when I donned it, nothing happened.
Janco cocked his head like a puppy. “You look the same. Ari resembled a big fat bush when he wore it.”
“That’s because I was standing near a bush... Oh, never mind. Is it the baby siphoning the magic?”
“Probably.” At least, that was the theory—the baby siphoned magic when it was touching me or directed at me. What I couldn’t determine was what it was doing with the magic. I changed back into my own cloak, which had a number of hidden pockets with nasty surprises, giving me a sense of security. Probably a false sense, but better than being completely vulnerable.
Onora trudged up the hill with me, then headed toward the road. I found a comfortable spot to watch the gate. A few people already waited in a line to enter. The guards allowed only one person through at a time. They alternated sides. One into the Citadel, and then one out. The person stood at the threshold for a few minutes before he or she was allowed to pass. As the day wore on, the line grew longer, but the routine didn’t vary.
Halfway though my shift, there was a commotion at the gate. A few shouts reached me as two guards grabbed the man being inspected. They ripped off his cloak and yanked something from around his neck. Forced to the ground, the man was manacled and escorted away. That answered the question of the null shield pendant. It would be a bad idea.
By the end of my shift, I hadn’t witnessed any gaps in the security or noticed any way that we could sneak inside. Dejected, I returned to the camp by midafternoon. Onora joined us with nothing to report. Ari and Janco left soon after for the evening shift. I tried to sleep, but my mind whirled.
What if we couldn’t get inside? We could rush the entrance, but that would just tip everyone off that we were in the Citadel, and Bruns would probably triple the guards around Fisk. In that case, we’d have to abandon plans to rescue Fisk for now. Instead, we’d endeavor to recruit a Stormdancer and locate Teegan and Valek’s siblings. Then what? I mulled over our lack of resources and personnel.
If our plan to kill off the Theobroma pods worked, the soldiers loyal to the Cartel would no longer be under the influence of the drug. They would need trusted leaders to follow.
The Sitian Council. The Council members had to be rescued from the Greenblade garrison before the soldiers woke so they would be ready and able to lead. A good plan. Except it would be Onora and me storming the castle, so to speak. Unless Valek magically appeared with Opal and Zitora. A girl could hope.