"Dachev can't be trusted. Shocking, really, but--"
"Stuff the sarcasm, Trsiel," I said. "We're here to solve a problem, and I don't hear you offering to help--"
"Which, track record considered, may be a blessing," Kristof murmured.
Trsiel shot him a glare, but before he could come up with a retort, I carried on.
"If you don't have a solution of your own, at least don't mock ours," I said. "Obviously this guy can't be trusted to tell the truth about how he stopped the Nix, but if I can apply enough pressure--"
"You can't," the Fate said. "There is only one way to compel him to tell the truth. The Sword of Judgment. If he could be made to tell what he did, while laying his hands on it, he'd be forced to tell the truth."
Trsiel looked at Kristof. "And before you ask why I haven't done so myself, I cannot enter that place. Can not, not will not or may not. No full-blooded angel can enter a true hell. The ascendeds can...and we've already sent Katsuo, the only one who'd volunteer."
"So the only way I can force him to speak the truth is to become an angel." I looked from Trsiel to the Fates.
"Convenient."
Kristof wheeled on Trsiel. "You scheming son-of-a-bitch."
I laid my hand on his arm. "If anyone's scheming here, I doubt it's Trsiel. So far, he's been the only one who's been--or tried to be--honest with me about this whole angel thing." I fixed my gaze on the Fates. "Anything you ladies want to tell me about this quest?"
The middle-aged Fate nodded. "Yes, Eve, we have selected you as a candidate for ascension. Trsiel has told us that you figured that out..." A reproachful look his way. "With a little help from him. While it's not the way we wanted you to learn of our plans, we will not deny it. However, it will always be your decision to make. We would never force you to ascend."
"But the point is moot anyway, considering I can't get that sword until I've completed this quest...and if I've completed the quest, I don't need Dachev."
"The inaugural quest is not an entrance exam. It is an assessment of your training requirements. We have chosen you, and although we're supposed to wait until after the quest to let you ascend, in this case the Creator would grant an exception. There is, however, another, less reliable way. If you do not wish to become an angel--"
"I don't."
She glanced from Kristof to me. "Your...attachment to this world has changed, then?"
"It has."
She nodded. "Then perhaps that will be what you needed. As I said, the choice was yours, and we will not press the matter further, although we may find other tasks for you from time to time."
"That's fine. Thank you. Now what's this other way?"
"You know there are magics for testing the sincerity of a demon. Something I believe you've tested fairly recently." Her gaze shunted to Kristof. "There are also magics to do the same with a spirit. This spell would test Dachev's words, but couldn't force him to speak those words."
"In other words, I need to trick him into telling me."
She shook her head. "This spell requires his active participation. He must recite part of the incantation, and you cannot 'trick' him into doing that."
"Okay, so I have to persuade a psychopath trapped in hell to voluntarily tell me how to catch his former partner--"
"There's more."
"Of course there is."
Kristof walked behind me and put his arms around my waist, letting me lean against him. I felt his warmth against my back and relaxed.
"He can hurt you," the Fate said.
"Who? Dachev? But I'm a--"
"A ghost, yes. But in that world--it's part of the magic there. Physical pain is possible, and there's nothing we can do to shield you from it. He can't kill you, of course, but he can hurt you...and we may not be able to erase all the damage."
"Uh-huh. Well, I didn't really need both my arms anyway."