Cery bit back the sceptical remark he would normally have made.
“Well, then,” he said. “How about you do that? Show me how old and slow Gol is.”
He nearly laughed aloud at the expression on his bodyguard’s face. Gol’s look of hurt and dismay changed to wariness as Anyi turned to face him and dropped into a crouch. There was a glint of metal in one hand. Cery hadn’t seen her reach for the knife. He noted the way she held it and nodded in approval.
“Don’t actually kill him,” he told her.
Gol had recovered from his surprise now, and was drawing closer to Anyi with the careful, well-balanced steps that Cery knew so well. He slowly drew out a knife. The big man might not be fast on his feet, but he was as solid as a wall and knew how to use an adversary’s momentum and weight against him. Or her.
Anyi was edging closer as well, but Cery was pleased to see she wasn’t rushing in. She was circling Gol though, and that wasn’t good. A bodyguard ought to keep him- or herself between an attacker and the person they were supposed to be protecting.
Cery caught himself and frowned.
Somehow he knew she would not be content with that. Whether he sent her away or let her stay with him, she would want to be
But she was tenacious. If he sent her back out into the city – especially if he gave her some money – she would find new places to conceal herself.
A flurry of movement drew his attention back to the fight. Anyi had attacked Gol, he noted. Again, not the best move for a bodyguard. Gol had neatly dodged her knife, caught her arm and used her lunge to propel and twist her to the floor behind him. She gave a yelp of protest and pain as he held her arm behind her back, stopping her from rising.
Cery walked forward and prised the knife out of her hand, then he stepped back.
“Let her up.”
Gol released her and backed away. He met Cery’s gaze and nodded once. “She’s fast, but she has some bad habits. We’ll have to retrain her.”
Cery frowned at the man.
Rising to her feet, Anyi narrowed her eyes at Gol, but said nothing. She glanced at Cery, then looked at the floor.
“I’ll learn,” she said.
“You have a lot to learn,” Cery told her.
“So you’ll take me on as a bodyguard?”
He paused before answering. “I’ll consider it, once you’ve been trained right, and if I think you’re good enough. Either way, you’re working for me now, and that means you must do what I tell you. No arguments. You obey orders, even if you don’t know why.”
She nodded. “That’s fair.”
He walked over to her and handed back the knife. “And Gol’s not old. He’s close to the same age as me.”
Anyi’s eyebrows rose. “If you think that means he’s not old, then you really do need a new bodyguard.”
CHAPTER 23
NEW HELPERS
Healer Nikea stepped into the examination room as the last patient Sonea had seen left – a woman who was trying, unsuccessfully, to give up roet. Sonea had Healed the woman, but it had made no difference to the cravings.
“There’s something I need to show you,” Nikea said.
“Oh?” Sonea looked up from the notes she had been taking. “What is that?”
“Something,” Nikea said. She smiled, and her eyes widened meaningfully.
Somehow Sonea’s heart managed to skip a beat and then, straight after, sink to her stomach. If Cery had merely sent a message, Nikea would have delivered it. This meaningful look suggested that more than a note had arrived, and Sonea suspected that “something” was Cery.
He knew she didn’t like him coming here. Still, there had to be a good reason for him doing so.
Rising, she stepped out of the room and followed Nikea down the corridor. They entered the non-public part of the hospice. A pair of Healers stood in the hallway, heads close as they talked in whispers. Their eyes were on a storeroom door, but shifted to Sonea as she appeared. They immediately straightened and inclined their heads politely.