Shadowbred_ The Twilight War Part 37

Riven nodded. Nayan nodded.

Cale wrapped himself in the night, turned invisible, and charged the Hole. The guards did not see him and he shadowstepped within the structure. The entryway opened onto a hallway that lead to a watch station fitted out with wooden chairs and several tables. A dozen or so guards stood about, sat, or chatted. Cale could see that the noise outside had interrupted some gambling-loose coins and playing cards lay scattered on two of the tables. All eyes-tired eyes-focused on the portcullis. They looked right through Cale.

A swinging iron gate stood at the back of the room. It opened onto a large, archway-shaped hole in the cliff face-the entrance of the mine. Lanterns lit it and Cale could see that it was not a vertical shaft. It was a sloped tunnel that led downward.

Using his magic-finding spell, Cale checked the men for magical gear. Several items glowed in his sight. The gate to the mine did not, however, and Cale wondered if the gate denoted not only the entrance to the mine but the point at which magic ceased working.

"Phraig," a bearded guardsman said to a younger man. "Go see what in Helm's name is happening."

Cale flattened himself against the wall as Phraig hurried past him, then caused the darkness to eat the light in the room. It turned pitch, though Cale could see through it clearly.

"What the-?"

The men leaped to their feet and drew weapons. Fatigue made their movements awkward, imprecise. Cale moved among them, unseen, silent, the perfect killer.

"Back to back," shouted the bearded man.

"I can't see to go back to back," answered another.

Outside at the portcullis, Cale could hear the shadowwalkers and Riven battling the guards.

Phraig drew his blade and shouted a belated alarm.

"We are attacked!"

Cale moved behind his first kill and raised Weaveshear. He stared at the back of the guardsman's throat ... and hesitated.

Recalling his promise to Jak, he reversed his grip on Weaveshear and slammed the hilt into the head of one guard, then another, then another. They fell hard to the floor, collapsing in a heap of armor and the clatter of dropped weapons. Cale could not be certain that all of them would live-he'd had to hit them hard to ensure unconsciousness-but surely most of them would.

Outside, Cale could hear fists thumping into flesh, men grunting, crying out.

Cale dodged a few wild swings taken blindly in the dark, but his work was easy. The guards were men-at-arms of limited experience. Cale and Riven could have cleared the room almost as easily even if they had walked in and announced themselves. In moments, he had all of them down except Phraig, who stood with his back against the wall, panting with fear, blade held before him.

"Belum? Corz? Who still stands?" Phraig called.

Cale moved silently beside Phraig and put Weaveshear to the young man's throat. "Be still or you will die."

The young man gave a start. His brown eyes were wide in the dark. His lip trembled and he lowered his blade. Sweat pasted his brown hair to his forehead. Cale let the light return and Phraig's eyes went wider still when he saw all his fellows down and only one other man in the room.

"Open the portcullis," Cale said to him.

"No need," Riven called.

The shadowwalkers appeared around Cale and Phraig, stepping out of the darkness.

Phraig gasped at their sudden appearance. Riven, too, winked into existence. Cale questioned Riven with his surprised eyes.

Riven pointed at the gold ring on his left hand. "From the Sojourner. Works a few times per day. How else could I get supplies to the island, Cale? I've a few other items, too."

Phraig eyed the shadowwalkers' tattooed faces, the disc Riven wore at his neck.

"You're priests of Mask," he said.

"Endren Corrinthal," Cale said. "Take us to him."

Fear in his eyes, Phraig said, "I don't know where he is."

Cale saw the lie. So did Riven, it seemed.

Riven stepped before him. "Lie again and I will split you, boy. Clear?"

Phraig looked into Riven's face and must have seen the seriousness in the a.s.sa.s.sin's eye.

"I know where he is."

Riven nodded, looked around the room. He saw that Cale had left the guards alive. Cale expected a rebuke, but Riven simply said to Nayan, "Bind them."

The a.s.sa.s.sin had vowed to help Cale keep his promise to Jak. It appeared he would.

The shadowwalkers each produced rope from their packs and rapidly bound the guards.

"This one is dead," said Nayan, holding the body of one of the guards.

"And this one," said Dahtem.

Cale cursed. Phraig softly spoke the names of his fallen comrades.

"Corz and Draeg. He was just married three months ere."

Cale said nothing, nor did Riven. The shadowwalkers left the dead where they lay and arranged the rest along one of the walls. None of the guards stirred throughout the process. Cale had put them out cold.

"Asir has the key to the mine gate," Phraig said, indicating one of the guards near Nayan. The shadowwalker skillfully rifled the guardsman's pouches and pockets, collected the key from a pouch, and tossed it to Cale, who threw it to Riven.

"Let's move," Cale said, putting the dead guardsmen behind him.

The moment Riven placed the key in the mine gate, a sound carried from outside, a shriek so loud it froze them all, a shriek that Cale had heard once before. Shadows boiled from his flesh. The hairs on the nape of his neck rose. He put his hand over Riven's and prevented him from turning the key.

"What?" Riven said.

"Wait here," Cale said. "Right here."

Heart pounding, hopeful and fearful, he shadowstepped past the portcullis, past the dead guards outside, and into the city. He scanned the skyline, selected the first tall building he saw, and walked the darkness to the roof of a three-story inn. From there, he looked down at the docks, at chaos.

The fleshy gray mound of the kraken's enormous body fairly filled the harbor, displacing so much water and mud that the lower tier of the city had flooded. The whole dock ward was little more than a soup of bodies, broken s.h.i.+ps, and destroyed buildings. The beast must have swum into the harbor at full speed and run itself partially aground on the docks. Tentacles flailed through the city streets, toppling buildings, crus.h.i.+ng people and animals. The gash in its head-the open wound in which the Source had once lay-had scarred to a thick rubbery line. The Source was gone.

Panicked citizens thronged the streets, rus.h.i.+ng up Yhaunn's slope for higher ground. At the same time, groups of Watchblades tried to move down the slope and control the chaos. Others fired crossbows into the kraken. It was like throwing pebbles at a dragon.

The earthen ramps that led from one tier to the next filled with terrified people. The low stone walls that lined the edges of the ramps did not prevent the mob from forcing a few people over to fall to their deaths.

At the harbor, a trio of wizards zipped about in the air above the kraken, raining fire, lightning, and glowing bolts of energy onto its body. The spells seemed not to trouble the gargantuan creature. Groups of armed men, wizards, and priests gathered here and there and started down the slopes. The city was organizing its defenses rapidly.

For Cale, all the connections suddenly fell into place, all Mask's words. The Shadovar commanded the kraken and the kraken was no longer bonded to the Source. The Shadovar therefore had the Source. For what purpose, Cale could only guess. And only one man alive had previously contacted the Source and lived-Magadon. Mask had told Cale that Sembia's fate was tied to Magadon. Tamlin had thrown in with the Shadovar. But there was more.

The kraken shrieked again and the sound sent hundreds of panicked people roiling forward. Cale saw many citizens cowering on rooftops, swimming through the debris.

He turned to go back to the Hole-he still had to get Endren out-but stopped. He watched another building topple, watched a woman get crushed between a floating timber and the side of a building.

He had to help.

He shadowstepped to the entrance of the Hole. Riven had the gate open. Skelan was eyeing the pa.s.sage.

"Magic doesn't work beyond the gate," Riven said, then noticed Cale's expression. "What is it?"

"The Shadovar have Magadon," Cale said to Riven.

Riven's eye narrowed. "The Shadovar? How do you know?"

"The kraken is destroying the city. The Source is gone."

The words took a moment to register with Riven. "The G.o.dsd.a.m.ned kraken? Dark and empty!" He looked into Cale's face. "Let's go have a chat with these Shadovar."

Cale nodded. "Afterward. We get Endren first. How many men do you need?"

Outside, the kraken's shriek again split the night. The whole city shook under its onslaught. Cale got a disturbing mental image of all of Yhaunn sliding down the quarry's slope and sinking into the sea, just as Sakkors had slid off its floating mountaintop to lie in a heap.

"What do you mean?" Riven asked. "What are you going to do?"

The shadowwalkers watched them closely.

"Help get some people out of the way of that monster," Cale said. "How many do you need to get Endren?"

Riven stared for a moment at Cale, then turned to Phraig and grabbed him by the s.h.i.+rt. "How many guards are down there, you little p.i.s.sdrip?"

Phraig stuttered, finally managed, "A score and a half."

"How far is Endren?"

"Not far," Phraig said.

"Not far and thirty guards," Riven said, considering. "Leave me half."

Cale nodded. "Nayan-you, Erynd, and Dahtem are with me." To Riven and the shadowwalkers, Cale said, "Kill only if you must."

Riven frowned.

"Only if you must," Cale repeated.

Riven looked into his eyes and nodded.

"If we are not out in half an hour ..." Riven started.

"We'll come in after you," Cale finished.

"If we're not out in a half-hour, there won't be anything to come after."

Cale nodded, and the First and Second clasped forearms. Then Cale, Erynd, Dahtem, and Nayan moved through the shadows to perch on nearby rooftops. From there, they got a full view of the destruction.

Squads of Watchblades rolled ballistae down the streets, forcing them through the ocean of terrified citizens, trying to get a shot at the kraken. Meanwhile, more than a dozen wizards flew in the air above the harbor, firing destructive energy at the creature. Entire platoons of Watchblades perched on the edge of one of the lower tiers, firing clouds of crossbow bolts.

The huge creature shrieked again and the entire city rumbled. A tower collapsed in a pile of dust and falling stone. Two tentacles rose into the air, flailing for the wizards. The enormous limb struck a wizard and he spun into the harbor, broken and lifeless.

"Pull out any trapped citizens," Cale said, pointing at stranded women, children, and men cowering on rooftops or in alleys. "Get them to higher ground."

Nayan looked at him, a puzzlement in his dark eyes. "That is not our way," he said.

"It is now," Cale replied. "Do it."

The shadowwalkers nodded, and all four men rode the shadows down to the harbor.

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Riven put a punch dagger against Phraig's back.

"Do you have a wife, boy?" Riven asked him.

Phraig hesitated, but a prod of the blade elicited a nod.

"Here it is, then. We're going to move fast. You're going to tell anyone we see that everything is fine. That will keep you alive for your wife. You say anything I don't like or slow us down and my steel finds your kidney. You'll bleed to death in less than a thirty-count. Your wife will grieve for a while but she's probably a young woman. She'll find another husband while you rot in the ground."

Phraig looked Riven in the face, defeat in his eyes.

"Understood?" Riven asked.

"Understood," answered Phraig in dull tone.

Riven knew his team's survival depended entirely on speed and surprise. He intended to leave the guards in the mine no time to think, no time to plan.

"Let's go," Riven said to his group.

The moment they stepped through the gate, Riven felt something go out of him. The feeling may have been of his own invention, but he knew that magic no longer functioned.

The tunnel descended at an increasingly steep angle. Wooden timbers reinforced the ceiling. The widely s.p.a.ced lanterns hanging on the walls left alternating patches of darkness and dim light.

"Two in front of us, two behind us, along the walls," Riven said to the shadowwalkers. "Stay dark."

He had seen the shadowwalkers operate. With or without magic, they were the best he'd ever seen in wearing the night.

Shadem and Vyrhas hugged the wall to his right, Dynd and Skelan to his left. As he expected, they merged with the darkness of the corridor. Their footfalls made no sound.