ack inside his head。
Richard turned to the rest of them； the dried blood decorating his nude upper body； his hair turned to spun bronze in the torchlight。 His eyes had gone wolf amber； and looked more gold than normal against his darker than usual summer tan。 〃I thought we were people； not animals。 I thought we could change the old ways and make something better。 But we all felt it tonight when Anita and her leopards melded。 Something safe and good。 I've tried to be temperate and kind； and look where it's gotten us。 Jacob said Anita is my backbone。 No； but she's doing something right； something that I've missed。 If you won't take kindness； then we'll have to try something else。〃 He looked at me with those alien eyes； and said； 〃Let's go get your leopard。 We need to get him out of the oubliette before Jacob es to。〃 And he stalked off through the trees and left the rest of us to trail after。 There was no question about what to do next。 We followed Richard into the trees。 We followed the Ulfric； because you're supposed to follow your king； if he's worthy of the name。 For the first time ever I thought maybe； just maybe； Richard was going to be Ulfric after all。
26
THE OUBLIETTE WAS a rounded metal lid set in the ground。 The metal lid sat in the middle of a clearing scattered with tall； thin trees。 Honeysuckle bushes ringed the lid on one side； leaves were so thick on the ground that the area looked untouched。 I would never have found it if I hadn't known it was there。
Oubliette is French for a little place of forgetting； but that's not a direct translation。 Oubliette simply means little forgetting； but what it is； is a place where you put people when you don't plan on ever letting them out。 Traditionally it's a hole where once you push someone in they can't get out。 You don't feed them； or water them； or talk to them； or anything to them。 You just walk away。 There's a Scottish castle where they found an oubliette that had literally been walled up and forgotten； discovered only during modern remodeling。 The floor was littered with bones and had an eighteenth…century pocket watch in among the debris。 It had an opening where you could see the main dining hall； could have smelled the food； while you starved to death。 I remembered wondering if you could hear the person screaming from the dining hall while you ate。 Most oubliettes are more isolated； so that once you put him away； you never have to worry about the prisoner again。
Two of the werewolves in nice human form knelt by the metal and began unscrewing two huge bolts in the lid。 There was no key。 You screwed the lid in place and just walked away。 Fuck。
The lid lifted off； and it took both of them to carry it away。 Heavy； just in case the drugs didn't keep the adrenaline from pumping enough and cause the change。 Even in animal form you'd still have a hard time getting through the lid。
I walked to the edge of the hole； and the smell drove me back。 It smelled like an outhouse。 I don't know why it surprised me。 Gregory had been down there for what； three days； four？ In the movies they talk about you starving to death； the romantic stuff if such horror is really romantic but no one ever talks about your bowels moving； or the fact that when you have to go； you have to go。 It's not romantic； it's just humiliating。
Jamil brought a rope ladder and attached it with large metal clips to the side of the hole。 The ladder fell away into the darkness with a dry； slithery sound。 I forced myself to crawl back to the edge of the oubliette。 I was prepared now for the smell； and underneath the ripe smell of life in too small a space was a dry smell； a dry； dusty smell。 The smell of old bones； old death。
Gregory wasn't the strongest person I knew； not even one of the top hundred。 What had it done to him to lie there in the dark with the stench of old bones； old death； pressed against his body？ Had they explained to him how they'd leave him there to die？ Had they told him every time they screwed the lid back in place that they weren't ing back； except to drug him？
The hole was like a perfect blackness； darker than the star…filled night sky； darker than anything I'd seen in a long time。 It was wide enough for Richard's broad shoulders to have scooted down into the dark； but barely。 The longer I stared at it； the narrower it seemed to bee； as if it were some great black mouth waiting to swallow me down。 Have I mentioned that I'm claustrophobic？
Richard came to stand beside me； peering down into the hole。 He had an unlit flashlight in his hand。 Something must have shown on my face； because he said； 〃Even we need some light to see by。〃
I held my hand out for the flashlight。
He shook his head。 〃I let this happen。 I'll get him out。〃
I shook my head。 〃No。 He's mine。〃
He knelt beside me and spoke softly； 〃I can smell your fear。 I know you don't like close places。〃
I stared back into the hole and let myself acknowledge just how afraid I was。 So afraid that I could taste something flat and metallic on my tongue。 So afraid that my pulse was hammering in my throat； like a trapped thing。 My voice came out calm； normal。 I was glad。 〃It doesn't matter that I'm afraid。〃 I touched the flashlight； tried to pull it from his hand； but he held on。 And； short of playing tug of war which I would probably lose I wasn't getting it away from him。
〃Why do you have to be the toughest； the bravest？ Why can't you； just once； let me do something for you？ Going down in the hole doesn't scare me。 Let me do this for you。 Please。〃 His voice was still soft； and he was leaning into me enough so that I could smell the drying blood on him； the richness of fresh blood in his mouth； as if some small cut had not healed pletely。
I shook my head。 〃I have to do it； Richard。〃
〃Why？〃 and his voice held the first hint of anger； like a slap of warmth。
〃Because it scares me； and I have to know if I can。〃
〃Can what？〃
〃If I can crawl down into that hole。〃
〃Why？ Why do you need to know that？ You've proven to me and everyone here that you're tough。 You don't have anything left to prove to us。〃
〃To me； Richard； I have something left to prove to me。〃
〃What difference would it make if you couldn't climb down in that stinking hole？ You'll never have to do it again； Anita。 Just don't do it。〃
I looked at him； at the puzzlement in his face； his eyes； which had bled back to their normal； perfect brown。 I'd been trying to explain shit like this to Richard for a few years now。 I finally realized that he would never understand and I was tired of trying to explain myself； not just to Richard； to everybody。
〃Give me the flashlight； Richard。〃
He held on with both hands。 〃Why do you have to do this？ Just tell me that。 You're so scared your mouth is dry。 I can taste it on your breath。〃
〃And I can taste fresh blood on yours； but I have to do it because it scares me。〃
He shook his head。 〃This isn't courage； Anita； this is stubbornness。〃
I shrugged。 〃Maybe； but I still have to do it。〃
He clutched the flashlight tighter。 〃Why？〃 And somehow I thought the question was about more than the oubliette and why I had to climb inside it。
I sighed。 〃Less and less scares me； Richard。 So when I find something that does bother me； I have to test it。 I have to see if I can do it。〃
〃Why？〃 He studied my face like he'd memorize it。
〃Just to see if I can。〃
〃Why？〃 and the anger was more than a faint hint now。
I shook my head。 〃I'm not peting with you； Richard； or anyone else。 I don't give a shit who's better or faster or braver。〃
〃Then why do it？〃
〃The only person I pete against is me； Richard； and I'll think less of me if I let you； or anyone else； climb down in that hole first。 Gregory is my boy； not yours； and I have to rescue him。〃
〃You've already rescued him； Anita。 It doesn't matter who climbs in the damn hole。〃
I almost smiled； but not like it was funny。 〃Give me the flashlight； please； Richard。 I can't explain this to you。〃
〃Does your Nimir…Raj understand it？〃 The anger burned along my skin； like a swarm of stings。 It damn near hurt。
I frowned at him。 〃Ask him yourself； now give me the damn flashlight。〃 If you get angry at me； it never takes me long to respond。
〃I want to be your Ulfric； Anita； your guy； whatever the hell that means。 Why won't you let me be 。。。 ？〃 He stopped talking； looking away from me。
〃The man。 Was that what you were going to say？〃
He looked back at me and nodded。
〃Look； if we keep dating； or whatever the hell we're going to do； we have to get one thing straight。 Your ego is no longer my problem。 Don't be the man for me； Richard； be the person I need。 You don't have to be bigger and braver than I am to be my man。 I've got male friends that spend most of their time trying to prove they have bigger； brassier balls than I do。 I don't need that from you。〃
〃What if I need to be braver than you for myself； not for you？〃
I thought about that for a second or two； then said； 〃You're not afraid of going down into the oubliette； are you？〃
〃I don't want to go down； and I don't want to see what they've done to Gregory； but I'm not as afraid as you are； no。〃
〃Then it doesn't make you braver than me to go down into the hole； does