"I think he's wanking off in the bushes," Cas- sius chuckles. "Just waiting for us to all kill each other." It's when Lea comes limping back to the castle that Roque seeks Cassius and me out. "They beat her,' he says. "Not bad, but they kicked her in the stomach and took her day's labor." "Who?" Cassius bristles. "Who's the slagger?" "Doesn't matter. What matters is they are hun- gry. So stop playing at an eye for an eye. This can't go on," Roque says. "Titus's boys are starv- ing. What do you expect they'd do? Hell, the big brute is hunting Goblin because he needs fire and food. If we just give that to him, we can unite the House, maintain civility. Maybe even Anto- nia will bring her tribe to reason." "Antonia? Reason?" Cassius asks, guffawing "Even if that happens, Titus will still be the most powerful," I say. "And that's not the cure for anything." "Ah. Yes. That's something you can't abide, someone else having power. Fine then." Roque tugs at his long hair. "Talk to Vixus or Pollux. Take away his captains if you must. But heal the House, Darrow. Otherwise, we'll lose when an- other House comes knocking." On the sixth day I take his advice. Knowing Titus is out raiding, I risk seeking Vixus in the keep. Unfortunately, Titus returns earlier than expected "You're looking lively and spry," he says to me before I can find Vixus in the keep's stone halls. He blocks my path with his large body- shoul-ders nearly spanning the width of the wall. I feel another in the hallway behind me. Vixus and two others. My stomach sinks a little. It was stupid to do this. "Where are you going, if I may ask?" "I wanted to compare our scouting maps to the main map in the command room," Ilie, knowing I have a digislate in my pocket "Oh, you wanted to compare scouting maps to the main map ... for the good of Mars, noble Dar- row?" "What other good is there?" I ask. "'We are all on the same side, no?" "Oh, we are on the same side," he says. Titus booms an insincere laugh. "Vixus, if we are on the same side, don't you think it would be best if we shared his little maps with one another?" "It would be for the very best," Vixus agrees. "Mushrooms. Maps. All the same." So he as- saulted little Lea. His eyes are dead. Like raven eyes. "Yes. So I'1l take a look for you, Darrow." Titus snatches the scouting maps from me. There's nothing I can do to stop him. "You're welcome to them," I say. "So long as you know there are enemy fires to the far east and likely enemies in the Greatwoods to the south. Raid all you like. Just don't get caught with your pants down." Titus sniffs the air. He wasn't listening to me. "Since we are sharing, Darrow." He sniffs again, closer to my neck. "Perhaps you'll share with us why you smell like woodsmoke." I stiffen, not knowing what to do. "Look at him squirm. Look at him weave a lie." Titus's voice is all disgust. "I can smell your de- ceit. Smell the lies dripping from you like sweat." "Like a woman in heat," Pollux says sardon- ically. He shrugs apologetically at me.
"Disgusting," Vixus sneers. "He's a vile thing. A wretched, womanish thing." I don't know why I thought I'd be able to turn him on Titus. "You're a little parasite," Titus continues. "Nib- bling away at morale because you will not come to heel; waiting for my noble boys and girls to starve." They're closing in on me from behind, from the sides. Titus is huge. Pollux and Vixus are cruel, nearly as big as I. "You're a wretched creature. A worm in our spine." I shrug casually, trying to let them think Im not worried. "We can fix this," I say "Oh?" Titus asks. "The solution is simple, big man," I counsel. "Bring your boys and girls home. Stop raiding Ceres every day before some other House comes in and slaughters you all. Then we'll talk about fire. About food." "You think you can tell us what to do, Darrow? That the thrust of it?" Vixus asks. "Think you're better because you scored higher on a stupid lit- tle test? Because the Proctors chose you first?" "He does," Titus chuckles. "He thinks he de- serves Primus." Vixus's hawkish face leans close to mine, lips sneering each word. Handsome in repose, his lips peel back cruelly now, and his breath stinks as he looks me over, measuring me and trying to make me think he's not impressed. He snorts a contemptuous laugh. I see him shifting his head to spit on my face. I let him. The glob of phlegm hits and drips slowly down my cheek toward my lips. Titus watches with a wolfish smile. His eyes glimmer; Vixus looks to him for encouragement. Pollux comes closer. "You're a pampered little prick," Vixus says. His nose nearly brushes mine. "So that's what I'm gonna take from you, goodman- your little prick." "Or you could let me leave,' I say. "You seem to be blocking the door." "Oho!" he laughs, looking at his master. "He's trying to show he's not afraid, Titus. Trying to avoid a fight." He looks ts me with those golden, dead eyes. "T've broken uppity boys like you in the dueling clubs a thousand times." 'You have?" I ask incredulously "Broken them like twigs. And then taken their girls for sport. What embarrassments I've made them in front of their fathers. What weeping messes I make of boys like you." "Oh, Vixus," I say with a sigh, keeping the trem- ble of anger and fear out of my voice. "Vixus, Vixus, Vixus. There are no boys like me." I look back at Titus to make sure our eyes are joined when I casually, as if I were dancing, loop my Helldiver hand around and slam it into the side of Vixus's neck at the jugular with the force of a sledgehammer strike. It ruins him, yet I hit him with an elbow, a knee, my other hand, as he falls. Had his legs been anchored better, the first strike might have snapped his neck in half. Instead, he cartwheels sideways in the low grav- ity, going horizontal and shuddering from my raining blows as he hits the ground. His eyes go blank. Fear rises in my belly. My body is so strong. Titus and the others are too startled by the sud- den violence to stop me as I spin past their out- stretched hands and run down the halls. I did not kill him. I did not kill him.