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Slowly the six hundred black-cloaked warriors filed into the huge hall, forming twenty ranks before the dais on which stood Zhu Chao and his six captains. Red lanterns glowed with crimson light and shadows flickered across the great curving beams of the high ceiling.
All was silent. Zhu Chao spread wide his arms, his caped gown arching down from his shoulders like the wings of a demon. 'The day is here, comrades!' he shouted. 'Tomorrow the Ventrians attack Purdol and the pa.s.s at Skeln. Gothir troops will then march on the Sentran Plain. And five thousand soldiers will obliterate the Nadir wolves, bringing us the treasures of Kar-Barzac.
'Within the month all three great nations will be ruled by the Brotherhood. And we will have the power our strength and our faith deserves.
'The Days of Blood are here! The days when, for us, the only law will be to do as we will, wherever we choose.' A thunderous roar rose up from the ranks, but he quelled it with a swift wave of his hand. 'We are talking about power, comrades. The Elder Races did not understand the power they held. The oceans drank their cities, and their culture is all but lost to us.
'But there is one great centre of their might, named in all the grimoires. In the Mountains of the Moon lies the citadel of Kar-Barzac. The arcane strength of the Elders still flows there, and with it we will find not only the instruments to maintain our rule, but the secret of immortality. Win this war and we will live forever, our dreams made true, our l.u.s.ts sated, our desires fulfilled.' This time he let the cheering mount, and stood arms folded, drinking in the adulation. Gradually the sound died away. Zhu Chao spoke again.
'To those who are chosen to ride against the Wolves I say this: kill them all, and their wh.o.r.es and their brats. Leave nothing alive. Burn their bodies and grind their bones to powder. Consign their dreams to the ashes of history!'
As the renewed cheering died down he strode from the dais, exiting the hall through a small side door. Followed by his captains he made his way to a suite of rooms in the western wing of the palace. Here he stretched himself out on a couch and bade his officers sit around him.
'The plans are all set?' he asked the first of his officers, Innicas, a wide-shouldered albino in his mid-forties, with a forked white beard and a jagged scar across his brow. His long hair was braided and his pink eyes, unblinking, shone with a cold light.
'Yes, lord. Galen will see Karnak delivered to us. He has convinced him to meet with the Sathuli chieftain. He will be captured and delivered alive to Gulgothir. But tell me, lord, why do we need him? Why not just slit his throat and be done with it?'
Zhu Chao smiled. 'Men like Karnak are rare indeed. They have power, deep elemental strength.
He will be a worthy gift to Shemak, as will the Emperor. Two lords beneath the sacrificial knife.
When has our master known such a sacrifice? And I shall enjoy watching both men beg for their lives.'
'And the Source priests?' enquired a second officer, a slim man with thinning, shoulder-length grey hair.
'Dardalion and his comical troop?' Zhu Chao gave a dry laugh. Tonight, Casta. Use sixty men.
Destroy their souls as they sleep.'
'I am concerned, lord,' said Innicas, 'about the man, Waylander. Was he not allied with Dardalion many years ago?'
'He is a killer. No more, no less. He has no understanding of the mystic arts.'
'He slew nine of our warriors,' pointed out Casta.
'He has a step-daughter, Miriel. It is she who has Talent. And with him were two arena warriors named Senta and Angel. Also there was the renegade Belash. The timing of the attack was unfortunate, but they will not survive a second a.s.sault - that I promise you.'
'I mean no disrespect, sir, but this Waylander does seem to show a spectacular talent for survival,' said Innicas. 'Do we know where he is?'
'At this moment he is being pursued through Sathuli lands. He is wounded, alone - save for a mangy hound - and has little food and no water. The hunters are closing in. We shall see how far his talent for survival can be stretched.'
'And the girl?' asked the grey-haired Casta.
'At Dros Delnoch. But she will join Kesa Khan. She will be at Kar-Barzac.'
'You want her taken alive?' asked Melchidak.
'It matters not to me,' answered Zhu Chao, 'but if she is then give her to the men. Let them amuse themselves. When they are done, sacrifice her to the master.'
'You spoke, lord, of the power of the Elders and immortality,' said Casta. 'What awaits us at Kar- Barzac?'
Zhu Chao smiled. 'One day at a time, Casta. When the Nadir wolves are dead I will show you the Crystal Chamber.'
Ekodas lay in his pallet bed listening to the sounds of the night, the flapping of bats' wings beyond the open window, the sibilant sighing of the winds of winter. It was cold, and the single blanket did little to retain body heat.
In the next bed Duris was snoring. Ekodas lay awake, ignoring the cold, his thoughts focused on the Nadir woman, s.h.i.+a. He wondered where she was, and whether she had found her brother. He sighed and opened his eyes. Moonlight was casting deep shadows from the rafters of the rough- wrought ceiling and a winter moth was flitting between the beams.
Closing his eyes once more Ekodas sought the freedom of flight. As usual this proved difficult, but at last he soared free of his body and floated alongside the moth, gazing down on his sleeping comrades. The moon was s.h.i.+ning in a cloudless sky as he flew from the temple, and the countryside was bathed in spectral light.
'Are you restless, brother?' asked Magnic, appearing alongside him.
'Yes,' he answered.
'As am I. But it is silent here, and we are free of the flesh.' It was true and Ekodas acknowledged it. The world was a different place when viewed through spirit eyes, tranquil and beautiful, eternal and almost sentient. 'You spoke well, Ekodas. You surprised me.'
'I surprised myself,' he admitted. 'Though, as I am sure you are aware, I am not totally convinced - even by my own arguments.'
'I think none of us are truly sure,' said Magnic softly, 'but there must be balance. Without it harmony cannot be found. I fear the Brotherhood, and I loathe and despise all they stand for. You know why?'
'Tell me.'
'Because I long for such pleasures myself. Deep in me I can see the attraction of evil, Ekodas.
We are stronger than normal men. Our Talents could earn us fame, riches and all the pleasures known to man. And in my quiet moments I know that I l.u.s.t for these things.'
'You are not responsible for your desires,' said Ekodas. 'They are primal, a part of being human.
Only if we act upon them do we sin.'
'I know that, but it is why I could not take up the staff. I could never be a priest of love, never.
At some time in the future I would succ.u.mb to my desires. This is why the Thirty is for me. I have no future, save with the Source. You are different, my friend. You are strong. Like Dardalion once was.'
'You thought me a coward,' pointed out Ekodas.
Magnic smiled. 'Yes, but I was seeing only my own lack of courage. Transferring it to you.' He sighed. 'Now that our way is set I see everything differently. And now I must continue my watch.'
Magnic vanished and Ekodas floated alone in the night sky. The temple below was grey and forbidding, its turrets rearing against the sky like upraised fists.
'It is still a fortress,' s.h.i.+a had said. And so it was. Just like us, Ekodas realised. Prayer within, might without. There was comfort in the thought, for a fortress, no matter how many spears, swords and arrows were contained within it, could never be an offensive weapon.
He soared higher and to the north, through thin, misty clouds that were forming above the mountains. Below him now the mighty fortress of Dros Delnoch spanned the pa.s.s.
He floated down. On the last wall he saw a tall, dark-haired woman, sitting beside a handsome golden-haired man. The man reached out to take the woman's hand, but she drew back, turning her head to gaze up at Ekodas.
'Who are you?' she asked him, her spirit voice loud as thunder within him. Ekodas was astonished and suddenly disconcerted. Swiftly he flew high and away from the fortress. Such power! His mind reeled.
Just then a terrible scream filled his ears. Brief, agonising, and then terminated. He sped for the temple.
A man appeared alongside him, a blade of fire in his hand. Ekodas twisted in the air, the sword hissing by him. He reacted without conscious thought, the long years of his training and Dardalion's endlessly patient tuition, coming together in an instant to save his life. 'In spirit form,' Dardalion had told them, 'we are naked and unarmed. But I will teach you to craft armour from faith, swords from courage and s.h.i.+elds made from belief. Then you will stand against the demons of the dark, and the men who aspire to be like them.'
Ekodas armoured himself with a s.h.i.+ning breastplate of silver, a glimmering s.h.i.+eld appearing on his left forearm. He parried the next blow with his own sword of silver light.
His opponent was protected by black armour and a full-faced helm. Ekodas blocked a thrust then sent his own blade cleaving into the man's neck. The sword of light flashed through the dark armour like sunlight piercing a storm cloud. There was no blood. No scream of pain. His a.s.sailant merely disappeared without a sound. But Ekodas knew that wherever the man's body lay the heart had stopped beating, and only a silent, unmarked corpse would lie witness to the battle beneath the stars.
Ekodas flew on to the temple. 'Dardalion!' he pulsed, using all his power. 'Dardalion!'
Three opponents appeared around him. The first he slew with a slas.h.i.+ng cut across the belly, the silver sword slicing through the dark armour with terrible ease. The second he killed with a riposte to the head. The third loomed behind him, blade raised.
Vishna appeared, lancing his sword through the man's back. More warriors appeared above the temple, and the Thirty gathered, silver against black, swords of light against blades of fire.
Ekodas fought on, his sword forming glittering arcs of white light as it clove into the enemy.
Beside him Vishna battled with controlled fury. All around them the battle raged in an awful silence.
And then it was over.
Weary beyond anything he had ever experienced, Ekodas returned to his body and sat up. He reached over to Duris, but the man was dead. So too was Branic in the far bed.
Ekodas stumbled from the room, down to the hall. One by one the members of the Thirty gathered there. Twenty-three priests had survived the attack, and Ekodas looked from face to face, seeking out those to whom he was closest. Glendrin was alive. And Vishna. But Magnic was gone.
It seemed only moments before he had been talking with the blond priest about life and desire. Now there was only a body to be buried, and they would never, in this world, speak again.
The full weight of sorrow descended upon Ekodas and he sank to the bench-seat, resting his elbows on the table. Vishna moved alongside him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
'Your warning saved us, Ekodas,' he said.
'My warning?'
'You woke Dardalion. He made the Gather.'
Before Ekodas could respond Dardalion spoke up from the far end of the hall. 'My brothers, it is time to pray for the souls of our departed friends.' One by one he named them and many tears were shed as he talked of them. 'They are with the Source now, and are blessed. But we remain. Some days ago we asked for another sign. I think that we have just seen it. The Brotherhood are preparing to ride against the Nadir. It is my belief that we should be in the Mountains of the Moon to receive them. But that is only my view. What is the view of the Thirty?'
Ekodas rose. 'The Mountains of the Moon,' he said.
Vishna echoed the words, as did Glendrin, Palista, fat Merlon and all the surviving priests.
Tomorrow then,' said Dardalion. 'And now let us prepare the bodies of our friends for burial.'
12
Angel's head was pounding, and his anger flowed unabated as Miriel paid the fine to the master- at-arms.
'We don't like troublemakers here,' the man told Miriel. 'Only his reputation prevented him from receiving the flogging he deserves.'
'We are leaving Delnoch today,' she said, smiling sweetly as the man counted out the twenty silver coins.
'I mean, who does he think he is?' the soldier persisted.
'Why not ask me, you arrogant wh.o.r.eson?' stormed Angel, his hands gripping the bars of the cell door.
'You see?' said the man, shaking his head.
'He is not usually quarrelsome,' replied Miriel, casting a warning glance at the former gladiator.
'I think he should have been flogged,' put in Senta, with a broad grin. 'What a mess. The tavern looks as though a tidal wave flowed through it. Disgraceful behaviour.'
Angel merely glared. The master-at-arms slowly rose and lifted a huge ring of keys from a hook by the door. 'He is to be taken straight from Delnoch. No stopping. Are your horses outside?'
'They are,' said Miriel.
'Good.' He unlocked the cell door and the glowering Angel stepped into the room. One eye was blackened and half-closed, and his lower lip was split.
'I'd say it was an improvement,' said Senta.
Angel pushed past him, striding out into the sunlight. Belash was waiting, his dark eyes inscrutable.
'Don't say a word!' warned Angel, s.n.a.t.c.hing the reins of his mount from the tethering post and climbing into the saddle. Miriel and Senta emerged into the sunlight, the master-at-arms behind them.
'Straight out, no stopping,' repeated the soldier.
Miriel swung into the saddle and led the group down to the gate-tunnel below the fifth wall.
Sentries examined the pa.s.ses Miriel had obtained and waved them through, across the open ground to the next tunnel, and the next. At last they rode out into the pa.s.s itself.
Senta moved his horse alongside Angel's mount. 'How are you feeling?' he asked.
'Why don't you go ..." He closed his mouth on the words as Miriel reined back, swinging her horse alongside.
'What happened, Angel?' she asked.
'Why don't you read my mind and find out?' he snapped.
'No,' she said. 'You and Senta are right - it is bad manners. I'll not do it again, I promise. So tell me how the fight started.'
'It was just a fight,' he answered with a shrug. 'Nothing to tell.'
Miriel turned to Belash. 'You were there?'
The Nadir nodded. 'A man asked old Hard-to-Kill what it is like to have a face that a cow has trampled on.'