"1 poison" - читать интересную книгу автора (Snyder Maria V)УSnap! Crack! Then your last meal slides down your legs!Ф
УOne less rat to feed.Ф УTake me! Take me! I wanna die too!Ф We stopped. Through squinted eyes I saw a staircase. In an effort to get my foot onto the first step, I tripped over the chains and fell. The guards dragged me up. The rough edges of the stone steps dug into my skin, peeling away exposed flesh on my arms and legs. After being pulled through two sets of thick metal doors, I was dumped onto the floor. Sunlight stabbed between my eyes. I shut them tight as tears spilled down my cheeks. It was the first time that I had seen daylight in seasons. This is it, I thought, starting to panic. But the knowledge that my execution would end my miserable existence in the dungeon calmed me. Yanked to my feet again, I followed the guards blindly. My body itched from insect bites and from sleeping on dirty straw. I stunk of rat. Given only a small ration of water, I didnТt waste it on baths. Once my eyes adjusted to the light, I looked around. The walls were bare, without the fabled gold sconces and elaborate tapestries I had been told once decorated the castleТs main hallways. The cold stone floor was worn smooth in the middle. We were probably traveling along the hidden corridors used solely by the servants and guards. As we passed two open windows, I glanced out with a hunger that no food could satisfy. The bright emerald of the grass made my eyes ache. Trees wore cloaks of leaves. Flowers laced the footpaths and overflowed from barrels. The fresh breeze smelled like an expensive perfume, and I breathed deeply. After the acidic smells of excrement and body odor, the taste of the air was like drinking a fine wine. Warmth caressed my skin. A soothing touch compared to the constantly damp and chilly dungeon. I guessed it was the beginning of the hot season, which meant that I had been locked in the cell for five seasons, one season shy of a full year. It seemed an excessively long time for someone scheduled for execution. Winded from the effort of marching with my feet chained, I was led into a spacious office. Maps of the Territory of Ixia and the lands beyond covered the walls. Piles of books on the floor made walking a straight line difficult. Candles in various stages of use littered the room, singe marks evident on several papers that had gotten too close to the candleТs flame. A large wooden table, strewn with documents and ringed by half a dozen chairs, occupied the center of the room. At the back of the office a man sat at a desk. Behind him a square window gaped open, permitting a breeze to blow through his shoulder-length hair. I shuddered, causing the chains to clatter. From the whispered conversations between prison cells, I had determined that condemned prisoners were taken to an official to confess their crimes before being hanged. Wearing black pants and a black shirt with two red diamonds stitched on the collar, the man at the desk wore the uniform of an adviser to the Commander. His pallid face held no expression. As his sapphire-blue eyes scanned me, they widened in surprise. Suddenly conscious of my appearance, I glanced down at my tattered red prison gown and dirty bare feet roughened with yellow calluses. Dirt-streaked skin showed through the rips in the thin fabric. My long black hair hung in greasy clumps. Sweat-soaked, I swayed under the weight of the chains. УA woman? The next prisoner to be executed is a woman?Ф His voice was icy. My body trembled on hearing the word executed aloud. The calm IТd established earlier fled me. I would have sunk sobbing to the floor if the guards werenТt with me. The guards tormented anyone who showed any weakness. The man tugged at the black ringlets of his hair. УI should have taken the time to reread your dossier.Ф He shooed the guards away. УYouТre dismissed.Ф When they were gone, he motioned me to the chair in front of his desk. The chains clanged as I perched on the edge. He opened a folder on his desk and scanned the pages. УYelena, today may be your lucky day,Ф he said. I swallowed a sarcastic reply. An important lesson I had mastered during my dungeon stay was never to talk back. I bowed my head instead, avoiding eye contact. The man was quiet for a while. УWell-behaved and respectful. YouТre starting to look like a good candidate.Ф Despite the clutter of the room, the desk was neat. In addition to my folder and some writing implements, the only other items on the desk were two small, black statues glittering with streaks of silverЧa set of panthers carved to lifelike perfection. УYouТve been tried and found guilty of murdering General BrazellТs only son, Reyad.Ф He paused, stroking his temple with his fingers. УThat explains why BrazellТs here this week, and why he has been unusually interested in the execution schedule.Ф The man spoke more to himself than to me. Upon hearing BrazellТs name, fear coiled in my stomach. I steadied myself with a reminder that I was soon to be out of his reach forever. The Territory of IxiaТs military had come to power only a generation ago, but the rule had produced strict laws called the Code of Behavior. During peacetimeЧmost of the time, strangely enough for the militaryЧproper conduct didnТt allow the taking of a human life. If someone committed murder, the punishment was execution. Self-preservation or an accidental death were not considered acceptable excuses. Once found guilty, the murderer was sent to the CommanderТs dungeon to await a public hanging. УI suppose youТre going to protest the conviction. Say you were framed or you killed out of self-defense.Ф He leaned back in his chair, waiting with a weary patience. УNo, sir,Ф I whispered, all I could manage from unused vocal cords. УI killed him.Ф I gaped at him, my heart dancing. He had to be joking. He was probably amusing himself. Great way to get a laugh. Watch hope and joy shine on the prisonerТs face, then smash it by sending the accused to the noose. I played along. УA fool would refuse the job.Ф My voice rasped louder this time. УWell, itТs a lifetime position. The training can be lethal. After all, how can you identify poisons in the CommanderТs food if you donТt know what they taste like?Ф He tidied the papers in the folder. УYouТll get a room in the castle to sleep, but most of the day youТll be with the Commander. No days off. No husband or children. Some prisoners have chosen execution instead. At least then they know exactly when theyТre going to die, rather than guessing if itТs going to come with the next bite.Ф He clicked his teeth together, a feral grin on his face. He was serious. My whole body shook. A chance to live! Service to the Commander was better than the dungeon and infinitely better than the noose. Questions raced through my mind: IТm a convicted killer, how can they trust me? What would prevent me from killing the Commander or escaping? УWho tastes the CommanderТs food now?Ф I asked instead, afraid if I asked the other questions heТd realize his mistake and send me to the gallows. УI do. So IТm anxious to find a replacement. Also the Code of Behavior states that someone whose life is forfeit must be offered the job.Ф No longer able to sit still, I stood and paced around the room, dragging my chains with me. The maps on the walls showed strategic military positions. Book titles dealt with security and spying techniques. The condition and amount of candles suggested someone who worked late into the night. I looked back at the man in the adviserТs uniform. He had to be Valek, the CommanderТs personal security chief and leader of the vast intelligence network for the Territory of Ixia. УWhat shall I tell the executioner?Ф Valek asked. УI am not a fool.Ф Chapter Two V alek snapped the folder closed. He walked to the door; his stride as graceful and light as a snow cat traversing thin ice. The guards waiting in the hall snapped to attention when the door opened. Valek spoke to them, and they nodded. One guard came toward me. I stared at him, going back to the dungeon had not been part of ValekТs offer. Could I escape? I scanned the room. The guard spun me around and removed the manacles and chains that had been draped around me since IТd been arrested. Raw bands of flesh circled my bloody wrists. I touched my neck, feeling skin where there used to be metal. My fingers came away sticky with blood. I groped for the chair. Being freed of the weight of the chains caused a strange sensation to sweep over me; I felt as if I were either going to float away or pass out. I inhaled until the faintness passed. When I regained my composure, I noticed Valek now stood beside his desk pouring two drinks. An opened wooden cabinet revealed rows of odd-shaped bottles and multicolored jars stacked inside. Valek placed the bottle he was holding into the cabinet and locked the door. УWhile weТre waiting for Margg, I thought maybe you could use a drink.Ф He handed me a tall pewter goblet filled with an amber liquid. Raising his own goblet, he made a toast. УTo Yelena, our newest food taster. May you last longer than your predecessor.Ф My goblet stopped short of my lips. УRelax,Ф he said, УitТs a standard toast.Ф I took a long swig. The smooth liquid burned slightly as it slid down my throat. For a moment, I thought my stomach was going to rebel. This was the first time I had taken something other than water. Then it settled. Before I could question him as to what exactly had happened to the previous food taster, Valek asked me to identify the ingredients of the drink. Taking a smaller portion, I replied, УPeaches sweetened with honey.Ф УGood. Now take another sip. This time roll the liquid around your tongue before swallowing.Ф I complied and was surprised to taste a faint citrus flavor. УOrange?Ф УThatТs right. Now gargle it.Ф УGargle?Ф I asked. He nodded. Feeling foolish, I gargled the rest of my drink and almost spat it out. УRotten oranges!Ф |
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