Karin invades Lilard's to rescue Lilian. She gets help from an unexpected source.
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Prepared for war, Karin goes to rescue Lilian. She get tacit approval from Lilian's grandmother, Sindil, who was the old woman that offered a seat when she first arrived. There is a fight, Karin kisses Lilian who doesn't respond. Dejected, Karin still takes Lilian to Roal to get her to a better place where her voice could be free instead of trapped by Tristoh.
Karin moved stiffly as she came around the corner toward Lilard's. Her leather armor, repaired and prepared for battle, creaked with each step. No doubt that Tristoh expected her to come back.
The usual crowds in front of the restaurant were gone. There was no one swaying in time to music, no one reading books while enjoying Lilian's voice. Tristoh's corruption had already taken root and it was obvious that the restaurant's fate was on a knife's edge.
With a second look, Karin realized she was wrong about the street being empty. The old lady who had pointed out the empty table to Karin remained on her bench. She knitted quietly, her head bowed with concentration.
The old woman bent over and dug in her knitting bag. When she sat back, she held up an impressively large knife in a sheath. There was a name carved into the side, "Sindil Lilard". Flipping it over, she held it hilt-first to Karin. "Need a weapon?" she asked cheerfully.
"W-What?" Karin couldn't help but smile. She peeked into the opening of the bag to see if there was another weapon, but didn't see anything. The bag had the same name embroidered on the inside.
"After what Jon did, it isn't our place anymore. Most of the regulars have abandoned us. The ones left are going through the motions. It's a shame," she said shaking her head. "Lilard's has been in our family for five generations. Thanks to Jon, there won't be a sixth. He should have just told me. I would have helped, but he always had too much pride and slippery fingers when it came to coin."
Karin shook her head. A weapon would be nice, but that would make everything worse if she got caught. The city guard never responded well to obvious weapons.
Tossing the knife back into her knitting bag, Sindil picked up her needles again. "Three of his men are at tables one, seven, and fifteen. Two on the right when you come in, the other is by the window behind you."
Sindil shrugged. "The men who fell for me were always mean drunks. Once I was done with them, I needed a little encouragement to send them on their way."
Karin glanced around, spotting Tristoh's three men sitting at different tables. They were all minions, armed with short swords and leather armor. As one, they turned toward her and dropped their hands to their weapons.
Karin shook her head. On one of the tables nearest to the door, she spotted a metal pitcher. She reached over and grabbed it. Her energies flowed through her hand as she focused on the rim to sharpen it while she spoke. "I'm going to talk to her."
Jon's jaw tightened. "At least the restaurant will survive. You don't understand how close I was to losing everything. Everyone came to listen but not enough people paid for the seats they warmed."
Before the hunk of wood hit the ground, Karin was attacked from the other side. The second warrior swung his sword down, the blade whistling through air.
She jerked back, slipping on the water and ice. Desperate, she funneled her energies into the pitcher's edge again. The metal screeched as it was rapidly flattened and sharpened again. Heat radiated through the metal and burned her fingers. She threw all her weight into blocking the blows.
Karin managed to parry with the opening of the pitcher. The blade sliced into the brittle metal but her magic kept the edge long enough for it to gouge out a large hunk of the forged weapon.
Staggering to her feet, she stepped out of the puddle. She should have known better than make the fight worse by spilling water across the floor. Roal could never know she had made such a beginner mistake.
At the sight of the frightened young woman, all the speeches and things Karin planned to say slipped out of her mind. She rushed over and caught her hand. "I know this is stupid, but I had to tell you this: you don't have to go with Tristoh."
Karin interrupted her. "You've already lost this place. If you stay, you are going to rot with it. If you go with Tristoh, he's going to take you to Tarsan, and you will never return here. I know him, there is nothing good about him."
Tears sparkled in Lilian's eyes. "W-Where would I go?"
Karin inhaled and shook her head. She hadn't really planned this far. "I don't know where. Pick a place and I'll send you there. I have enough money, I swear."
Karin stared at Lilian for a long moment, fighting her urges. Then she lurched forward to kiss her. The touch of her soft lips to Karin's was everything Karin had fantasized about. She let out a moan and inched closer to slide her arms around Lilian's waist.
Karin took a deep breath to calm herself. She put on a smile before looking back. "I promise you, I will send you anywhere you want to go. Your voice is something that should be treasured as one of this country's wonders, not something Tristoh will use to enrich himself."
Karin spun and threw one tray at each end of the heavy wooden beam over the counter. The sharpened rims easily cut through the wood. One side caught on the angle and held but the other plummeted, crushing the man's hand against the counter.
She kicked it again as she entered the restaurant side of the building. To her relief, the man with his chest impaled by a tray was still alive but sitting down. The one that she punched in the balls wasn't visible, so she swung the tray hard and slammed it through the door.
He nodded violently. Then his eyes widened as he looked toward the kitchen.
Karin didn't look back. She focused her attention on the last warrior in the room who was blocking the door. It was the first man she had attacked. She pulled back her tray and smiled at him.
He held up his hands and dropped his sword. "He doesn't pay me that much."
Outside, the street was empty except for Sindil, who still knitted on her bench, and the retreating warrior. The old woman had a smirk on her lips as her needles clicked together.
Karin took the soft palm firmly. Together, they hurried in the opposite direction of the fleeing warrior. She didn't know where to go or how she was going to get Lilian there, but she had hoped that Roal would turn up. That's what he did.
Three streets and two alleys of frantic running later, she came around a corner to find Roal sitting on a wagon with a horse already harnessed into place.
He didn't seem surprised to see her; his talent was to show up when he was needed. Slipping off the bench, he came around to open the back of the wagon and held out his hand to Lilian. "Just her or both of you running away?"
Karin looked at the beautiful woman. It was heartbreaking but she knew Lilian would never be her peach. Without that passion, going along would just be torture for both of them.
Groaning, she turned to Roal. "Draw ten thousands crowns from my pay and give it to her. That should be enough to pay for room and board for a year. And find her someone to take care of her in Moon Waters. Someone trustworthy that won't take advantage of her."
Roal grunted and nodded. He helped Lilian get into the wagon and then underneath a heavy canvas tarp. He crawled over to the bench and sat down. "I'll come back for you."
"Roal? She's not a peach or an apple. Please?"
He nodded without looking at either of them. "Of course."
Karin nodded grimly and looked around. It was going to get messy but she could trust Roal to take care of Lilian. She smiled at Lilian who was peeking out of the tarp. "Be beautiful and never stop singing."
