Elena made a face. "Odd name for a general. Did you know it's close to the name Ajax?"
"A human name," Ajix sniffed in disdain.
"It means eagle in some languages. It was also the name of a hero in one of their myths."
"Which one?"
Elena brightened at his interest. Maybe there was a chance this general wasn't so bad after all. "The Iliad. Ajax was a hero from the Trojan war, known for his large stature and bravery."
Ajix grunted.
Elena couldn't tell if he appreciated the explanation or not.
"At least you're not as mad as that woman," Ajix said as they reached the structure that he'd been leading her to. "She would never have been so quiet this past week. She would have caused a scene and drawn attention as soon as she arrived."
Elena took that as an insult. "I'm just as capable as her."
Just on a smaller scale. On account of her being so short and all.
"It's a compliment."
Elena didn't take it that way. "Where are we going anyway?"
"Curiosity will get you killed."
Or it would save her life.
In Elena's experience, the latter was more likely as long as she was careful.
"What is your name?" Ajix asked as they entered the tower.
"Elena."
She considered lying but what was the point. Lothos had already mentioned their spies within the Houses. Any attempt at deception on her part would lead to increased scrutiny. Something someone with her secrets couldn't afford.
"Very well." The general stopped in front of a delicate, filigree door stamped with a strange symbol. "We're here. I suggest trying to lay low. Being noticed is a good way to get killed."
"Is there anything in this place that won't leave me dead in the end?"
"No."
"Lovely," Elena muttered.
"Sarcasm will also get you killed."
Elena's lips parted as she stared up at the general. Was that a joke?
Impossible. Generals weren't known for their humor.
While Elena was still reeling from trying to figure it out, the door opened. The room they stepped into held a tranquility that felt jarring next to the violence and filth of the pits. It left Elena feeling out of place in her grime covered clothes, unwashed body and hair that hadn't seen soap or shower since her arrival.
Elena kept to the edge of the room, taking in the soft, unnatural light that hurt her eyes almost as much as the sun's rays had. She felt the desire to flee, suppressing it with effort.
The Phoenix's niece didn't run. Particularly not from children. Even Tsavitee ones.
Their entrance drew attention. The children from the pit looked over at them, a distinct lack of curiosity on their faces.
It took a moment for Elena to realize why she found that disturbing.
