Wolves of the Gods by Allan Cole

Author:Allan Cole
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: adventure, environment, action, demon, magic, gods, ships, sea, trolls, witches, dragons, werewolf, evil, ghost, spirit, battles, entertainment, wrestling, snow, monsters, wizard, spells, soldiers, nightmare, mountains, giants, circus, goddesses, airship, book two, blizzard, caravan, show, horse magic, changlings, wazier, spellbouind, wolf attack, cloudship, acrobats, snake charmer
Publisher: Allan Cole

Chapter Nineteen

The Veil Of Lies

Leiria and Dario waved their wine cups and chorused - “Long live Queen Hantilia!”

Then Leiria whacked Safar on the shoulder, saying, “What do you think of Queenie, here?” She made curving motions with her hands, then winked. “Nice package, don’t you think?”

Dario whacked his other shoulder, then leaned in, sloshing wine into his boots. “She likes you, me lord,” he stage whispered. He hiccupped, covered his mouth, then said. “Couldn’t help but - hiccup! - notice.”

Safar smiled, then turned to Queen Hantilia. “Are they drunk or in your spell?” he asked.

“A little of both,” the queen answered. She flicked up two talons - rather daintily, Safar thought, considering each was a curved ruby dagger six inches long. “First, you’ll have to admit that the wine is rather good.”

She toasted Safar and drank. He eyed his own glass, cast a spell to search for ill intent, found none, and so he shrugged and drained his glass. It was delicious, as if all the fruits of the Valley Of The Clouds had been turned into the rarest of wines.

“Ambrosia!” he sighed. He hooked the jug onto the table, asking, “Shall we have a little more?” She nodded, and Safar refilled their cups.

Leiria and Dario started sniggering and whispering to one another like excited children.

“Now that we have the drunk issue settled,” Safar said, “tell me about the spell.”

The demon queen shrugged, well rounded bosom lifting her gown most delightfully. “It’s completely harmless,” she said. “I just didn’t want them to have to worry until I talked to you.”

She gestured, saying, “The same with them.” His men, hardened scouts all, were sprawled next to their horses, laughing and drinking wine served by giggling maids, many of whom were demons. They wore red robes like Hantilia’s, although not as fine, also bearing the twin-headed snake symbol of Asper.

“Trust me, it’s a harmless spell,” she said. “Their troubles and worries have been momentarily interrupted. That’s enough to make anyone drunk - no wine required, my dear Safar. And I promise you there will be no ill effects when they awaken.”

Safar glanced around and saw that other than the maids, the queen had no guards, no royal entourage. “I could lift the spell myself, your highness,” he said, half-teasing, “and cast a few of my own. Then the tables would be turned. And it would be you and your servants who would be in my thrall.” He smiled. “I’d make it as pleasant as possible, of course.”

Hantilia lifted a claw to her mouth, covering pealing laughter. It was quite musical, Safar thought. Strange that a demon should sound so melodious.

“But you are already in my thrall, my dear, dear Safar,” she said, chuckling. “Haven’t you noticed?”

Safar drank a little more wine, measuring his faculties as he did so. The queen spoke the truth, he thought. He sensed danger, but he felt cheerful about it. He found her company most… stimulating? And he was anxious to learn more.

“You’re right,” he said. “The wine is good.

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