“They’re incredible, aren’t they?”
Bathymaas wasn’t sure what Caleb meant. “How so?”
“Sorry, goddess. I forgot you can’t understand nuances.… The way the brothers move. As if they are one mind. Back to back. Perfect synchronicity. I don’t know if it’s from being brothers or twins. But I’ve never seen anything like it. If we had an army of them, we’d need no others.”
She agreed. They were incredible fighters. While the other four were the best of their breeds, they weren’t able to defeat Galen and Aricles.
“Are they ready to fight?”
Caleb screwed his face up. “I don’t know. Battle brings out either the worst or the best in everyone. Sometimes both. Hard to predict until they’re in it, how they’ll react.”
“They will stand united.”
“Spoken by a woman who has no feelings and who has never had to fight for her life against a harrowing number of vicious enemies.”
Bathymaas touched the scar on the demon’s neck from a battle wound that had almost taken his head. Even before her birth, he’d been a warrior. “Were you ever afraid?”
“For myself? No. I never cared if I lived or died. I just fought.”
“Does it help if you care?”
“Again, goddess, depends on the person. Everyone is different.”
She watched as Aricles swung at Haides’s head and then countered an attack from Phelix. “He is our best, isn’t he?”
Caleb nodded. “He’s the one I’d want at my back.”
That was the highest testament Caleb could give. “How ironic that our best is the one who least wants to fight.”
Caleb snorted. “No, goddess. The real irony is, the demon who was born to end their kind is the one training them to hold back his own.”
“You were never evil, Malphas. You were born of equal parts.”
“And suckled on venom and hatred, solely. I completely disagree with you, my lady. The only good in me died a violent death. Vengeance is all that sustains me now.”
But she didn’t believe that. She suspected Caleb denied his decency to protect himself from more harm. Otherwise he wouldn’t be here with her, helping to train her soldiers. He would have joined his mother and sought to end the world they were trying desperately to save.…
Just as Aricles had denied himself any real pleasure or frivolity. To protect his brothers and father from the demons that often preyed on their small farm while his father was deep in his cups, Aricles had learned to fight like their attackers. To stay sober and vigilant at all times. She’d seen the scars on his flesh from the battles he’d had as a boy. A boy who should have been protected from harm, not left as the sole protector of his family. Battles his father knew nothing about. It was what had led Galen to learn to fight, too, and was a large part of why Galen hated their farm so much.
If I’m to fight and die, it’s going to be for glory and money. Not to save pigs and cattle.
But Aricles fought only for his family.
His quiet nobility was what she respected, and his intellect fascinated her. For a man who lived on a farm, he knew a great deal about philosophy and politics. And even more about nature and science.
Had Aricles been born noble, he would have been a brilliant statesman.
“Shit!”
She arched a brow at Caleb’s unexpected profanity. He started forward to where Monokles and Hector were about to kill each other, but before he could reach them, Aricles disarmed both men.
“Here now! Is that really what you intend?” Aricles asked Monokles. “You want Hector’s head?”
“He didn’t pull back.” Monokles gestured to the wound on his arm. “I’m bleeding! And I want his ass for it!” He lunged, but Aricles caught him again and pushed him back.
With the patience of an ancient priest, Aricles patted Monokles’s shoulder. “And when the pigs dance, the cows feast.”
Monokles scowled. “What language are you speaking?”
“It’s an Atlantean saying. Don’t give in to your temper. Angry eyes are blind, especially in battle. The best way to lose your life is to be so focused on the sword that dealt you the wound on your arm that you miss the knife coming for your heart.” He glanced over to Hector. “Never forget that one hand washes the other, and both wash the same face.”
That finally curbed Monokles’s temper. “You should have been a philosopher, Ari.” He held his hand out to Hector. “Brothers?”
Nodding, Hector took it and smiled. “Always … Come, let’s get that injury tended. I’m sorry I didn’t check the length of my attack. It won’t happen again.”
Bathymaas watched as Caleb led them off while Aricles waited for her approach.
“My lady.” The rich, deep timbre of his voice never failed to raise strange chills on her skin.
“When the pigs dance, the cows feast? Another of your grandfather’s sayings?”
He grinned sheepishly. “It is.”
“You should write them down.”
His laugh added more chills to her. “If for no other reason than to make Galen insane.”
“How so?”
“He hates those sayings. It’s why he withdrew so quickly when I spoke it. He thinks they’re as hokey as I am.”
“I don’t think you’re hokey, Aricles.”
“Because beauty sees only beauty … and you are the most beautiful of all.” With a crisp salute that heightened the definition of his well-sculpted muscles, he followed after the others.
Bathymaas bit her lip as she watched after him. She shouldn’t feel anything at all, yet …
Aricles fascinated her.
And she couldn’t wait to talk to him again when they were alone.