"1 poison" - читать интересную книгу автора (Snyder Maria V)

Women had been recruited to the CommanderТs cause, and they made excellent spies. Valek assassinated the key supporters of the King. When the King tried to raise an army to fight the CommanderТs army, he had no defenders. The Commander captured the castle without a fight, and little blood was shed. Most of the nobility had been killed, but a few had escaped to Sitia.
Valek and I arrived at a pair of massive wooden doors, guarded by two soldiers. Valek spoke with the guards, instructing them that I was to be allowed access as needed. We entered a short hallway with two doors on opposite sides. Valek unlocked the door on the right and explained to me that the other led to the CommanderТs apartment.
ValekТs living quarters turned out to be an expansive suite of rooms. Coming in from the gloomy hallway, I was struck by the brightness of the main, L-shaped living area. Windows as thin as a tigerТs stripes allowed sunlight to pour in.
Piles of books occupied every corner and tabletop. Hand-size gray rocks, streaked with white, and multicolored crystals were scattered throughout.
Small black statues of animals and flowers glinted with silver. The statues dotted the room. Delicate and intricately detailed, they were similar to the panthers on ValekТs office desk, and were the roomТs only decoration.
A considerable collection of weapons hung on the walls. Some of the weapons were old, dust-covered antiques that hadnТt been used in years, while others shined. One long, thin knife still had fresh blood on the blade. The crimson liquid gleamed in the sunlight, causing a chill to snake through my body. I wondered who had been on the wrong end of that blade.
To the left of the entrance was a stairway, and three doors lined the right wall of the living area.
Valek pointed to the first door on the right. УThat room is yours until Brazell leaves the castle. I suggest you get some rest.Ф He picked up three books from an end table. УIТll be back later. DonТt go out. IТll bring you dinner.Ф Valek left, but then came back before the door shut. УLock the door behind me. You should be safe here.Ф
Safe, I thought, turning the bolt, was the last thing I could ever feel here. Anyone who knew how to pick a lock could sneak in, grab a weapon and have at me. I examined the swords on the wall, and sighed with some relief. The weapons were anchored securely. I tugged hard on a mace, just to be sure.
The clutter surrounding my door was thicker than around the other two, and I discovered why when I entered. Clean, box-shaped areas were outlined by the thick dust that still coated the floor, bed, bureau and desk. The room had been used for storage. Instead of cleaning it, Margg must have just moved the boxes out and considered her job done.
MarggТs minimal work was a not so subtle hint of her vast dislike for me. Perhaps it would be best to avoid her for a while.
Inside the room, the bedding was filthy. A musty smell permeated. I sneezed. There was a small window, and after wrestling with the shutters, I managed to open it.
The furniture was made of expensive ebony. Intricate carvings of leaves and vines curled down chair legs and across drawers. When I wiped the dust off the headboard, I uncovered a delicate garden scene with butterflies and flowers.
After I stripped the bed of its dirty sheets and stretched out on the mattress, my impression of Margg as a harmless grump-with-a-grudge evaporated. At that moment I saw that a message had been written in the dust on the desk.
It read, УMurderer. The noose waits.Ф
Chapter Nine
I vaulted from the bed. The message disappeared from view, but I didnТt feel any better. Little darts of fear pulsed from my heart as my mind leaped from one horrible scenario to the next.
Was Margg warning or threatening me? Was she planning to earn the money sheТd lost betting against me by turning me over to BrazellТs goons for a fee?
But why warn me? I calmed myself. Once again I had overreacted. From what IТd seen and heard about Margg, her message was probably for the satisfaction of seeing me squirm. A peevish gesture because she was angry at having to do extra work for me. I decided it would be best not to give her any indication that IТd seen or had been affected by her childish note. Thinking back on it, I would bet that she had also read my journal, leaving it wide open on the desk just to annoy me.
Valek had suggested I rest, but I was on edge. I went into ValekТs living room. MarggТs note had reminded me to stick to my instincts and not trust a soul. Then my worries would be minimized to tasting for poisons and avoiding Brazell.
If only it was that simple or I was that strong. Naivetщ and blind trust may have been driven out of me by Brazell and Reyad, but deep down in the small corners of my heart I still clung to the hope that I might find a true friend.
Even a rat needs other rats. I could empathize with the rats. I, too, scurried around, looked over my shoulder and sniffed for poisoned traps.
Right now, I scrambled just to stay alive until the next day, but someday I would be searching for a way out. Knowledge was power, so I planned to sit tight, to listen and learn all I could. I started with ValekТs living area. Lifting a rock off one of the tables, I began to pick my way through the clutter in his suite, surface snooping only because I suspected Valek would booby-trap his drawers.
I found a couple of texts on poisons that interested me, but their contents dealt mostly with assassination and intrigue. Some of the books had worn leather bindings and were written in an archaic language that I couldnТt decipher. Valek was either a collector, or he had stolen the books from the dead KingТs library.
I was at the bottom of the stairs when I spotted a diagram of the castleТs layout. It had been wedged into the corner of a picture frame hanging on the right wall of the staircase. Finally, something I could use. As I examined the map, I felt as if a translucent mask had been lifted off my face, allowing me to see the castle clearly.
Postponing my explorations of the rooms upstairs, I retrieved my journal. The map was displayed in full sight. Valek wouldnТt be upset that I had seen it. HeТd probably be happy that I didnТt need to ask for directions every time I had to go somewhere new. I cleared a space on the couch, wormed into a comfortable position and began to copy the map.

I jerked awake. My journal slammed to the floor. Blinking in the candlelight, my eyes searched the room. I had been dreaming of rats. They had poured down from the walls, welled up from the floor and swarmed after me. A sea of biting rodents that seized clothes, skin and hair in their sharp little teeth.
A shudder shook my body. I lifted my feet off the floor as I scanned the room. No rats, unless I included Valek. He was halfway around the room, lighting the lanterns.
As I watched him finish, I thought about Valek being a fellow rat. No. Definitely not. A cat. And not just any ordinary, household cat, but a snow cat. The most efficient predator in the Territory of Ixia. Pure white, the snow cat was the size of two massive dogs fused together. Quick, agile and lethal, the snow cat killed before its prey even suspected danger. They stayed mostly in the north where the snow never melted, but had ventured south when food grew scarce.
No one in the history of Ixia had killed a snow cat. The predator either smelled, heard or saw the hunter before he could get close enough to strike with a handheld weapon. They bolted like lightning upon hearing the twang of a bowstring. The best the northern people could do was feed the cats, hoping to keep them on the snowpack and away from populated areas.
After lighting the last lantern, Valek turned toward me. УSomething wrong with your room?Ф He picked up a tray and handed it to me.
УNo. CouldnТt sleep.Ф
Valek snorted with amusement. УI see.Ф He gestured toward the tray. УSorry your dinner is cold. I was detained.Ф
Automatically testing for poisons, I took a couple of small spoonfuls. I glanced at Valek to see if he was offended by the gesture. He was not. His face still held an amused expression. Between bites, I asked Valek if anyone else had a key to his suite.
УJust the Commander and Margg. Will that help you sleep better?Ф
Ignoring his question, I asked, УIs Margg your personal housekeeper?Ф
УMine and the CommanderТs. We wanted someone we could trust. Someone instantly recognizable. She was with us before the takeover, so her loyalty is beyond doubt.Ф Valek sat at his writing desk, but turned his chair to face me. УRemember when you were in the war room?Ф
Confused by the change in subject, I nodded.
УThere were three Generals in the room. Brazell, you knew, but can you identify the other two?Ф
УTesso and Hazal,Ф I answered, proud that I had remembered.
УCan you describe them? Hair color? Eyes?Ф
I hesitated as I thought back. They had worn GeneralsТ uniforms, and they had been eating lunch. I shook my head. УI think General Tesso had a beard.Ф
УYou identified them by their uniforms and didnТt look at their faces. Correct?Ф
УYes.Ф
УThatТs what I thought. ThatТs the problem with the uniform requirement. It makes a person lazy. A guard will see a housekeeping uniform and just assume that person belongs in the castle. ItТs too easy for someone to sneak about, which is why I keep the Commander surrounded at all times by loyal people. And why Margg is the only housekeeper permitted to clean the CommanderТs and my suites and offices.Ф
ValekТs tone made me feel as if I had been transported to a classroom. УWhy not dismiss all the servants in the castle and use your own people?Ф
УSoldiers make up the majority of our army. Civilians who joined prior to the takeover were made advisers or given other prominent positions. Some of the KingТs servants were already on our payroll, and the others we paid double what they earned working for the King. Well-paid servants are happy servants.Ф
УDoes the entire castleТs staff get paid?Ф
УYes.Ф