Elves_ Once Walked with Gods Part 30

'Probably because your face is a bit of a mess. We'll see to it,' said Katyett. 'And what do you mean, everyone?'

'All the TaiGethen for a start.'

'You're imagining things,' said Katyett, who wouldn't catch her eye.

'I'm shaking; I haven't gone blind,' said Pelyn. 'What's going on?'

'Later. Let's get you straight first. Let's talk about something else and try and bring this shock out.'

'So there is something going on.'

'Pelyn!'

'All right, all right. What do you want to know?'

'Well, we could start with the state of Ysundeneth.'

'All right, but you can start by telling me why you didn't mention you were going to hide here? It would have been useful information.'

'For Llyron too,' said Katyett. 'Anyway, we didn't know who we could trust.'

'Well you could trust me,' said Pelyn, knowing she was whining.

'Come on, Pelyn. You're smarter than this. You, I would trust with my life. Others in your organisation-' Katyett nodded at Tulan and Ephran, apart from everyone else and under guard '-were not so worthy. Besides, we needed to leak the information deliberately to some Ynissul we knew had to be plants.'

'How did you know?'

'Not enough bruising. Not enough trauma. Too calm and too measured. There were five of them that we took to the Ultan. All of them have reported back on our apparent direction.'

'And you're sure there are no more?'

Katyett shrugged. 'We can never be completely sure. We've a couple of suspects but they aren't going anywhere. This place is easy to defend from absconders and we've let it slip that anyone who leaves without permission will be in front of Shorth to explain themselves, not me. So, the city?'

'You know almost as much as me. Merrat and Graf will have told you how many men are on the streets. They've set the place up brilliantly, you have to hand it to Sildaan and her ilk. There is no concerted defence. They knew the Al-Arynaar would be torn every which way. They probably thought we'd run with you. I wish we had. How many did we get out? A hundred and three? Pathetic. That means there are three hundred lost in there. Dead, captured or deserted. So many friends.'

'How long before the city is under Llyron's control.'

'They're moving very fast. The men are brutal and they have a coherent plan. They're going from ghetto to ghetto, as far as we could make out. We think most elves are being confined in their homes or taken somewhere near the docks to makes.h.i.+ft prisons. I've no doubt the city's prisons will be similarly employed when they're captured. They'll be in control by tonight. Tomorrow dawn at most.'

Pelyn took a long draught of the guarana and clove infusion. She understood why Methian enjoyed it so. It smelled wonderful. Each swallow brought her renewed energy.

'Llyron,' said Katyett through a sigh. 'Do you really believe it?'

Pelyn laughed and shook her head. 'Well I do now. Seriously, it gives you a lot of problems after this is over. The Ynissul are split from top to bottom. Who knows which other priests out there are of the same mind as the high priest of Shorth. Who are you going to appoint to the seat at Aryndeneth?'

Katyett blew out her cheeks. 'There's no point wondering about that right now. If they win, we'll find Hithuur or Sildaan in the chair, I've no doubt.'

'How can we win? There are so few of us. How many TaiGethen and Silent do you think will come?'

'I don't know. A hundred if everyone reads the call to muster. We'll know in about eight days.'

'Eight days?' Pelyn's shakes had gone completely now only to be replaced by a gnawing desperation in her gut. 'By that time, Llyron will have the city sewn up completely. What chance will there be for a small force with none of this magic to call on and no defence against it? Tual's tongue, they can even fly.' Pelyn's shakes had gone completely now only to be replaced by a gnawing desperation in her gut. 'By that time, Llyron will have the city sewn up completely. What chance will there be for a small force with none of this magic to call on and no defence against it? Tual's tongue, they can even fly.'

'Eight days will seem a long time to them too. Every night we'll be mounting raids. We'll kill men and leave their bodies laid out in their most secure places as warnings. We'll undermine their moves to subdue the population. We'll make sure there is no security for anyone in that city.'

'I hope you're right,' said Pelyn. 'I hope there is the will in the people to follow you, to go back to peace knowing their neighbours would have killed them the day before.'

'But there is reason to hope. Or I think there is. And it isn't me we want them to follow. I have to tell you something. It'll come as another shock. It did me.'

And Pelyn knew. With total certainty she knew, and the shudders came back so strongly she dropped the rough wooden cup onto the ground. A return to the past. To the pain and the confusion. That was why the TaiGethen were staring at her with all that sympathy. Her and Katyett both. Old wounds to be opened. Old memories to be sc.r.a.ped raw. And she had only just finished waking up without the pain of rejection in her heart.

'It's Takaar, isn't it? He's coming back, isn't he?'

Chapter 28.

Keep your enemy turning. That way, when you come to strike, he will not know from where you have come.

'Would he have killed you?' Serrin had returned to his gruff-voiced terse self. Auum found that most comforting. 'His mind is not strong.'

'That, my priest, is a major understatement. He moves from lucid teacher to muttering introspection to this new thing of allying with the voice in his head. He hates himself and then there are flashes of the sort of ridiculous pride he never ever fell prey to when he was at his height on Hausolis. What sort of good can he possibly do? And yes, I have no doubt he would have killed me. You should have seen him. He is so fast fast.'

Serrin frowned. 'I did see him.'

'Watching the show, were you?'

Serrin smiled.

'How long were you tracking us?'

'From Verendii Tual.'

'Good. And how is the muster?'

'Most know. All who know are travelling.'

'We need to move on,' said Auum. 'The boat is up on the beach.'

Serrin looked at Takaar. He was sitting on a rock at the side of the stream. Serrin's appearance seemed to have knocked him back into introspection. He had been conversing with his tormentor for an hour, only looking at them to unleash another stream of expletives in their direction.

'Takaar is less dangerous on foot.'

Auum nodded. 'I know, but we could be horribly slow. I don't understand this. When I met him, he hated this other voice. Did everything he could to antagonise it.'

'Ten years is a long time to live with such guilt alone.'

'We're giving him the chance to redeem himself.'

'He may not see it that way.'

Takaar was staring at them. His face was pale. He was chewing at his top lip and frowning as if trying to recall something. He pointed at Auum.

'Your left guard is fractionally low. It leaves your temple vulnerable. '

Auum opened his mouth to protest. 'Thank you,' he said instead.

Takaar nodded at Serrin. 'Your stance was in error. Though you may have killed me with the knife, it is possible I could have jabbed back with an elbow and burst a t.e.s.t.i.c.l.e. Your left foot was in too close, your stance was too open. Your neck grip was sound but approach sideways. Don't give me a target next time.'

Serrin nodded his thanks.

'We should move on,' said Auum. 'The boat is-'

Takaar was shaking his head.

'Not the boat. Never again. I'm scared of water.' Takaar dissolved into helpless laughter. Eventually, he regained control enough to speak again. 'He has been trying to get me to kill myself by jumping into a river, and he never knew I was so terrified of the water, not the drop, that I would never do it if I lived to be ten thousand.'

Takaar snorted and snot blew from his nose. Auum jerked a thumb back to the ocean.

'But you just swam a hundred and fifty yards. I watched you. You are an excellent swimmer.'

Takaar was clutching his gut against the pain of his laughter.

'Why do you think I was so fast? Think what might be below the surface. Ready to snap at my toes. Ready to drag me under.' Takaar's mirth dried up as quickly as it had come. 'To drown. To have no option but to open your mouth and let the water flood your lungs. To feel your life ebbing away and all you can do is claw at the sunlight just out of reach.'

Takaar was staring at his hand, opening and closing his fist. Serrin and Auum exchanged a glance.

'I'll go and bring the gear from the boat.'

Serrin nodded. Both elves rose. Auum saw Serrin walk over to Takaar, heard him speak.

'A prayer?' he asked.

'The G.o.ds no longer listen to my prayers,' said Takaar.

Auum pa.s.sed out of earshot. Breaking out of the rainforest and into the sea breeze, Auum took several huge breaths, letting the freshness suffuse him. The sea lapping on the beach was a pure and beautiful sound and the smells carried on the water invigorated him.

Auum paused on his way to the boat, turning back to the forest. He replayed the events of the last two hours, which had already taken on an unreal quality. He felt his nose. It was swollen and crusted with blood. It itched like mad.

'Real enough.'

He shuddered as he plucked Takaar's bags and blowpipe from the boat. He was lucky to be alive, not standing before Shorth, pleading his case to be admitted to the halls of the ancients. Auum shrugged his shoulders to dispel the thought. Under the aft bench was a leather bag for storing the catch. It wasn't big, suggesting the confidence of the owner of the boat. But it was of a size and quality perfect for Auum's needs. He transferred the packages of meat to it along with the net sack of Takaar's herbs, poultices and poisons.

Auum hefted the sack onto his right shoulder and trotted back under the canopy. He came upon Serrin and Takaar close together, hands in the dirt. Serrin was praying silently. What Takaar was doing was anyone's guess. Auum liked to think he was praying too but for the one who once walked with G.o.ds, that might have been a step too far.

The TaiGethen waited for them to finish.

'How far to Ysundeneth?' he asked of Serrin.

'Six, seven days. We're heading for the old staging camp.'

Auum nodded. 'A good place to strike from. Takaar, are you ready?'

'That is yet to be determined.'

A hundred men surrounded the Gardaryn. Behind them stood curious fearful elves of every thread. Ordinary elves too scared to leave their homes until now were emerging as the city quietened, cowed under the iron fist of human mercenaries. Twenty mages stood with the men.

Cloud was thickening overhead. The first real rains of the day were imminent. Sildaan stood with Garan, Hithuur and Helias. Mages overflew the building. The doors were all closed, the windows shuttered. The turrets were empty.

'Who's in there, do you think?' asked Garan. 'TaiGethen?'

'No,' said Sildaan. 'Maybe Al-Arynaar, but without Pelyn they're unlikely to stand and defend anything. No. I'm guessing our Orran friends might be holed up here. Good strong building, lots of s.p.a.ce, plentiful supplies. Go easy. We need the place cleared and the records moved up to Shorth.'

'You want paperwork. Why by all the G.o.ds drowning would you want all that?'

'Records equal control. It's a mess in there of course, but nothing much is missing. It gives us the name, address and thread ident.i.ty of every elf in Ysundeneth and in the Ysun rainforest zone. Once we take Tolt Anoor and Deneth Barine, that extends to every elf on Calaius.'

'You seriously think that every elf born in the depths of that green h.e.l.l is reported to you faithfully? Or that every move is told you? Get real.'

Sildaan smiled. 'As I will never tire of saying, you don't understand us, do you? There is such pride in the birth of every child. Such importance is attached to bringing the young to the thread temple to feel the touch of the G.o.ds and the blessing of the priest. Communities are so close that any move is first unusual and second a matter for sorrow and celebration in equal measure. This is our way.'

'Or it was,' said Garan. 'Fine. I don't get you. And my people will be only too happy to become pack animals for all your papers and parchments.'

'Just get on with your job,' said Sildaan.

'Keller!' called Garan. 'Are you set?'

Keller was in the air, directing his mages into a ring around the Gardaryn. He glided down to land next to Garan. Sildaan shuddered. Of all the things she had seen, the fire and the ice, this was the most unsettling. Neither man nor elf should fly. It was against faith and against nature.

'Just say the word and we'll secure your advance.'

'Good.' Garan turned to his men. 'Squads three and four ready to approach the doors. No other access. Subdue escapees. Maintain the cordon. Keller, if you please.'

Keller shot back into the sky. 's.h.i.+elds!'

's.h.i.+elds up,' came the call from around the Gardaryn.