Fade did not draw his sword until Miles first dropped, then it sprang from its sheath in a strike that cut the air with a vicious hiss. It struck the Cane"s weapon at its weakest point, just above the hilt, and shattered it into shards of scarlet steel that struck sparks from the stone wherever they hit. A second strike removed the Cane"s leg at the knee, and as it fell a third blow struck the creature"s head from its neck. Fade delivered a kick to the falling body"s belly, and it tottered backward, blood spraying in a fountain into the noses and eyes of the next Cane in the line.
Fade advanced, stepping on the fallen Cane to keep his footing, and his blade slithered through the guard of the blinded Cane, opening its belly in an S-shaped cut that spilled blood and worse onto the stairs. The Cane fell, snapping with its jaws and slashing with its blade as it died, but Fade blocked both with almost contemptuous skill, and finished the Cane with a flickering cut to the throat that flowed directly into another step forward and up, coupled with a sweeping stroke aimed at the next Cane in the line.
Tavi ran up to the Maestro, checking Killian"s injuries. He"d taken a nasty blow to the slope of muscle between neck and shoulder, and had been fortunate that the blow had cut no deeper than it had. Tavi drew his knife and cut off a section of his cloak, folded it into a pad, and pressed it to the injury. "There," he said. "Hold this there."
Killian did so, though his face was pale with pain. "Tavi. I can"t see them," he said, voice tight. "I can"t... tell me what is happening."
"Fade is fighting," Tavi said. "Miles is hurt, but he"s alive. Three Canim are down now."
Killian let out a soft groan. "There are ten more beyond them," he said. "Felt them earlier. One of them tore up Miles"s leg when he struck it down. Got his teeth into him before he died, and Miles fell. I had to step in until he could rise. Stupid. Too old to be thinking I can do this nonsense."
"Ten," Tavi breathed. The shock of Fade"s arrival to the fight had worn off, and now he fought without any sort of forward movement, his blade clashing with that of the snarling Cane, each striking and parrying with deadly speed.
There was a sudden rush of air sweeping up from the stairway beneath them, then a hollow, deafening boom that shook the stone beneath them.
"b.l.o.o.d.y crows," Tavi swore, bracing himself against the wall. "What was that?"
Killian tilted his head, blind eyes focused on nothing. "Firecrafting," he said. "A big one. Maybe in the hall at the top of the stairs."
"The Guard," Tavi said, sudden hope a surge in his chest. "They"re coming."
"H-have to hold-" Killian said. "Must-" Then the Maestro sagged and almost fell.
Tavi caught his slight weight with a curse. "Kitai!" he called.
She came up to him immediately, sword in hand, her eyes on the fight a few steps above them. "Is he dead?"
"Not yet," Tavi said. "Take him. Get him back down the stairs, by Max."
Kitai nodded once and slipped the sword through her belt, before picking up Killian at least as easily as Tavi had. "Wait," he told her, and hurriedly cut another strip from his cloak, using it to bind the blood-soaked pad he"d fashioned over the Maestro"s injuries. "There," he said. "Go, go."
Kitai nodded, and met his eyes. Her own were worried. "Be cautious, Aleran."
"Don"t be gone long," Tavi replied, and she nodded shortly before turning to descend the stairs.
Tavi went to Miles next. The captain had hauled himself up to a sitting position, back against the wall, and lay there panting, his eyes closed. He looked almost violently weary, chest heaving, his face bloodied and horrible with its empty eye socket, and creased with pain despite his crafting. Tavi knelt near him, and Miles"s sword arm twitched seemingly of its own volition, blade darting out to touch its tip to Tavi"s throat.
Tavi froze, eyes wide, and said, "Sir Miles, it"s Tavi."
The wounded captain opened his eye and blinked blearily at Tavi. The sword wavered and dropped. Tavi knelt immediately, examining Miles"s injuries. The wounds on his face looked hideous, but they weren"t deadly. Some of them had already clotted with blood. His wounded leg was much worse. The Cane"s teeth had sunk into the meat of his thigh, just above his knee, and then ripped savagely through his flesh, until it looked like so much raw meat. Tavi jerked his cloak off and used the remaining material to fashion another thick pad and tie it tight.
"Guard?" Miles muttered. His voice was thready and weak. "The Guard got here?"
"Not yet," Tavi said.
"Wh-who, then? That"s... that"s old battlespeak. Step out low. Haven"t heard it in years." He blinked his eye at Tavi, then turned his head almost drunkenly to the battle raging only a few stairs away.
Miles froze. His eye opened wider, and then his lips parted to let out a soft, weak little sound. He started trembling, so violently that Tavi could feel it in his hands as he finished with the bandage on the captain"s thigh. "This isn"t..." His face twisted into a grotesque grimace. "No, this isn"t possible. He"s dead. He died with Septimus. They all died with Septimus."
Fade dodged a sweeping blow of the Cane"s sword by the width of a blade of gra.s.s, then struck out in a pair of blows that maimed the Cane"s weapon arm, then struck its muzzle from its skull. The Cane fell toward him in a sudden frenzy of motion, trying to seize him with its remaining paw-hand, but Fade ducked away, retreating down three steps as the Cane fell, and struck a blow that sheared off a portion of its skull and killed it at once. He barely got his blade up fast enough to block the next Cane"s sword, and the creature"s vicious attack put him on the defensive, driving him down another step.
"Now draw him out," Miles said in a dull voice. "Make him overextend, and take the weapon arm and leg."
The Cane missed a throat slash by a hair, nearly struck Fade with the scything return stroke, and had Fade wobbling on the edge of the next step as the Cane surged forward. In the instant before it struck, Fade recovered his balance, so quickly that Tavi knew it had been a ruse from the outset, ducked under the Cane"s blade, then surged inside its guard, struck a crippling blow to its weapon arm, then down to its forward leg in one single circular motion. The Cane fell, but not before Fade"s sword had circled around again, using the Cane"s own weight to add power to its upswing and all but severing the wolf-warrior"s head as it fell.
"Perfect," Miles said quietly. "Perfect. He was always perfect." He blinked his eye several times, and Tavi saw a tear slice down through the blood on Miles"s face. "Furies. He"s gotten better since that day. But it can"t be. It can"t be."
"Miles," Tavi said quietly. "You aren"t seeing things. It"s your brother."
"Araris is dead dead," Miles snarled.
"He looks fairly lively to me," Tavi said.
Miles shook his head again, weeping, as Fade"s sword wove an impenetrable sheet of steel between himself and the next Cane warrior. "See, there," he mumbled, his tone suddenly distant again. "That was Septimus"s favorite defense. He learned it from pirates, for fighting on slick decks in rough seas. The Princeps taught it to all of us. Or tried to. Only Aldrick and Araris really understood it. How could I not have seen him?" He turned his eye from Fade to Tavi, his expression bewildered. "How could this be? How can he be here?"
"He came with me," Tavi said quietly. "From Calderon. He"d been a slave in my uncle"s steadholt since I was a child. Gaius brought him here when I came."
"Gaius. Why would Gaius..." His voice suddenly trailed off, and his eye widened again. Beneath the blood on his face, Miles"s skin went white, and he stared at Tavi. "Great furies," he whispered. "Great b.l.o.o.d.y furies."
Tavi frowned at Miles. "What is it?"
Miles open his mouth, then hesitated, his expression an anguish of pain, exhaustion, and shock.
"Tavi!" Fade shouted suddenly, and Tavi whipped his eyes upward.
Fade still fought furiously, his plain old blade striking sparks from the bloodsteel of the Canim weapons, but motion on the ceiling drew Tavi"s eyes as spindly, many-legged forms glided swiftly and gracefully along the stone.
Wax spiders. Keepers.
Miles gripped his sword, but the wax spiders did not attack them. They simply flowed overhead, moving in an undulating line of a dozen or more, and vanished around the curve of the stairs below them.
The First Lord. Max. The Maestro. They all lay helpless down there. The deadly venom of the wax spiders would finish them. Only Kitai was capable of defending herself, and she did not know that the spiders were coming. She would never be able to defend all the wounded if they caught her unawares. She would be lucky to survive it herself.
"Gaius," Miles hissed. "They"re going down for Gaius." He tried to get his leg underneath him and rise-but Tavi suddenly realized that the Cane had savaged Miles"s good leg. His other, the one that had never fully healed, that had given him a permanent limp, could not support him entirely on its own. Even had his injuries left his leg functional, Tavi was unsure Miles could have risen on his own. Exhaustion and loss of blood had taken a horrible toll, and Tavi realized that it was everything Miles could do simply to remain conscious.
Tavi pushed Miles back against the wall, and said, "Stay here. I"ll go."
"No," Miles growled. "I"m coming with you."
He tried to rise again, but Tavi slammed him back against the wall with ease. "Captain!" He met Miles"s eyes, and said, without rancor, "You"re no good to anyone in this condition. You"ll slow me down."
Miles closed his eyes for a moment, mouth pressed into a bitter line. Then he nodded once, took his sword, and offered its b.l.o.o.d.y hilt to Tavi.
Tavi took the captain"s sword and met his eyes. Miles tried to smile at him, then grasped Tavi"s shoulder with one hand, and said, "Go, lad."
Tavi"s heart pounded with terror more pure and awful than anything he had felt in all of his life-not fear for himself, though he certainly was afraid. He was terrified not so much by the prospect of his death as by the possibility that he was insufficient to the task. He was the only one who might warn Kitai and defend the wounded from the wax spiders.
The consequences of failure were too horrible to contemplate, and every second that pa.s.sed counted against him.
Even as those thoughts played through his mind, Tavi laid the sword back along his forearm in case he should slip on the stairs, then flung himself down them with wild abandon.
Chapter 52
Fidelias hated flying.
Granted, shooting up the long shaft in the Deeps had little in common with soaring above the countryside, at least superficially, but cut each of the experiences to the bone and the only real difference was that outdoor flight had a better view. He was still traveling at a terrifying rate of speed, and he had no control whatsoever over either his speed or his course-and, most importantly, his life was utterly dependent upon someone else.
Lady Aquitaine could kill him at any moment, simply by doing nothing at all. Gravity would hammer him to the floor far below, and it was unlikely anyone who found his corpse would be able to identify it, much less trace it to her. He would be helpless to stop her, and he knew perfectly well that she was capable of a calculated murder. If ever he became a liability to her ambitions, she might well decide to remove him.
Of course, he mused, Lady Aquitaine could arguably murder him at any moment, for any reason or none at all, and there would be as little he could do to stop her. He had turned against the Crown and committed himself to the cause of her husband"s house, and only their continued satisfaction with his service prevented them from turning him over to the Crown or, more likely, quietly doing away with him. There it was. His reaction to the flight up the long shaft was irrational. He was in no more danger now than at any other given moment.
But he still hated flying.
He glanced aside at Lady Aquitaine as they rose on a column of wind. The dark banner of her hair whipped back and forth like a pennon in the gale, and her silk dress did the same, offering the occasional flash of her pale and shapely legs. Fidelias had long since dispensed with the natural hesitation of most people to treat watercrafters as contemporaries despite the apparent youth of their features. He had dealt with far too many outwardly youthful men and women who possessed the experience and judgment far exceeding what their appearance suggested. Lady Aquitaine was little younger than Fidelias, but her face, form, and figure was that of a young woman in her prime.
Not that Fidelias hadn"t seen her legs and a great deal more before now.
She saw him looking and quirked a small smile at him, her eyes sparkling. Then she nodded above them, to where the distant pinpoint of light that marked the end of the shaft had grown steadily nearer, until Fidelias could see the iron bars placed over the opening of the shaft.
They slowed to a halt, just below the bars, and Fidelias counted out to the third from the right, then gave it a twist and a sharp tug. The bar slid from its mounting, and Fidelias pulled himself up through the gap, then leaned down to offer Lady Aquitaine his hand to help guide her through as well.
They emerged into a hallway inside the palace itself, a service corridor that ran from the kitchens to the banquet halls and the royal apartments. Alarm bells rang, and Fidelias knew the sound would be carrying through virtually every hallway in the palace. At this time of night, the service corridor would probably be deserted, but there was always the chance that a guard, responding to the alarm, might use it as a shortcut. Not only that, but within the hour the first few servants would head for the kitchens to begin readying the morning meals. The more quickly they left, the better.
"I still regard this as unwise," Fidelias murmured. He strung his short, heavy bow, laid an arrow to its string, and checked to make sure the rest were at hand. "It"s foolish for you to risk being seen with me."
Lady Aquitaine made a clucking sound and waved a hand in airy dismissal. "All you need do is guide me to the disturbance, then depart," she said. She winced, and touched a hand to her forehead.
"Are you well?" Fidelias asked.
"Windcrafting sometimes gives me headaches," she replied. "I had to draw that air all the way from the river and up through the Deeps to lift us. It was extremely heavy."
"Air?" Fidelias asked. "Heavy?"
"When you"re trying to move enough it is, dear spy, believe me." She lowered her hand and looked around, frowning. "A service corridor?"
"Aye," Fidelias said, and started down it. "We"re close to the royal suites and the stairway down to the meditation chamber. There are several ways down to the Deeps throughout that portion of the palace."
Lady Aquitaine nodded and kept pace, following slightly behind Fidelias. He led her down the hall a short distance, to an intersection that would allow them to bypa.s.s a sentry post-though he suspected that the entire Royal Guard was responding to the alarm bells, there was no point in taking chances. Fidelias took the servant"s entrance into a richly appointed sitting room, dim and quiet since Gaius"s first wife had died some twenty years before, now opened only for dusting and tidying. Inside the sitting room, a section of the oak paneling over the stone walls swung out to reveal a small pa.s.sageway.
"I love these," Lady Aquitaine murmured. "Where does this one lead?"
"To Lady Annalisa"s old chambers," Fidelias murmured. "This room here used to be Gaius Pentius"s study."
"With a direct pa.s.sage to his mistress"s chambers, hmm?" Lady Aquitaine shook her head, smiling. "Palace or not, it"s all so petty once you"ve scratched the surface."
"True enough." They shut the hidden panel behind them and emerged into a large bedroom suite centered around an enormous bed on a slightly elevated section of floor. This room, too, had the look of something that had been largely discarded, and Fidelias crossed to the door, cracked it open very slightly, and peered out into the hallway.
The crash and cry of combat rang out as soon as he had opened the door. Not thirty feet away, the Royal Guard crowded against the doorway leading down to the First Lord"s meditation chamber. Fidelias sucked in a quick breath. The metal door had been smashed flat to the floor inside the room by some unthinkably powerful impact. Even as he watched, a guardsman went through the door, weapon at the ready, and stumbled back a breath later, clutching his hands to a long wound across his abdomen. He was hauled to one side, where other wounded were being seen to by a harried-looking healer, who kept trying to craft the worst injuries closed enough to keep the wounded alive until more could be done for them. The other members of the Guard struggled to fight their way through the door, but it was clear that the alarm had found them unprepared, and there didn"t seem to be any organization to their efforts.
"Wait here," Lady Aquitaine said, and strode out into the hallway. She walked purposefully over to the nearest guardsman, and said, tone steady and crackling with authority, "Guardsman, who is in charge of this riot?"
The man whipped his head around and blinked at the High Lady. His mouth worked a couple of times, and he said, "This way, Your Grace." He led her over to the healer, and said, "Jens! Jens! Lady Aquitaine!"
The healer looked up sharply, studying Lady Aquitaine for a brief second, before nodding to her and returning to his work. "Your Grace."
"You are the commanding officer here?" she asked.
A spear flew out of the guardroom as though cast by some enormous bow, spitting another one of the guardsmen. The man started screaming.
"Get him over here!" the healer shouted. He glanced up at the High Lady again, and said, "The captain is nowhere to be found. Every regular centurion on duty has been killed, but technically I carry the rank of centurion." The guardsmen brought the impaled man to him, and the healer seized his kit and whipped out a bone saw. He started hacking through the spear"s shaft with it. "Crows take it," he snarled, "hold him still!" He grimaced as he cut the spear shaft and slid the weapon out of the wounded guardsman. "If you will excuse me, Your Grace. If I don"t give these men all my attention, they"ll die."
"If someone doesn"t lead them, you"re going to have a great deal more of them to tend to," Lady Aquitaine said. She frowned down at the healer, then said, "I"m a.s.suming command until one of your centurions or the captain arrives, healer."
"Yes, fine," the healer said. He looked up at the guardsmen, and said, "Let Lady Aquitaine get things organized, Victus."
"Yes, sir," the guardsman said. "Uh, Your Grace. What are your orders?"
"Report," she said sharply. "Exactly what is happening here?"
"There are four or five Canim holding the first guard station against us," the guardsman said. "They"ve killed the guards in the room, and about a dozen who have tried to get in, including Centurion Hirus. More of the men are on the way, but our Knights were off duty tonight, and we"re still trying to find them."
"Who is down there?"
"We can"t be sure," the guardsman replied. "But the First Lord"s page came through and warned us of an attack, and Gaius is usually in his meditation chamber at this time of night. The men in the first room went down fighting, so he must have warned them."
"The Canim left some to hold the door against you while the others go after the First Lord," Lady Aquitaine said. "How long have the alarms been sounding?"
"Ten minutes, perhaps, Your Grace. Give us another ten, and our Knights will be here."
"The First Lord doesn"t have that long," she said, and spun toward the doorway. She spoke in what seemed a normal tone of voice, but it rang clearly over the sounds of battle and carried the tone of absolute authority. "Guardsmen, clear the doorway at once."
Lady Aquitaine strode to stand in front of the doorway, the guardsmen falling back as she did so. She faced the room, frowned, and raised her left hand, palm up. There was a sullen flash of red light, then a sphere of fire the size of a large grape swelled into life there.
"Your Grace!" the guardsman protested. "A firecrafting could be dangerous for those below."
"A large fire would," Lady Aquitaine replied, and then she hurled the sphere of fire through the doorway.
From where he was standing, Fidelias couldn"t see precisely what happened next, but there was a thunderous sound, and wildly dancing light spilled from the room. He saw the sphere flash past the doorway several times, moving in a swift blur and rebounding off every surface within. Lady Aquitaine stood staring at the room for perhaps a minute, then nodded once, decisively. "The room is clear. Gentlemen, to the First Lord at once!"
Something set Fidelias"s instincts screaming, and he opened the door enough to look the other way down the hall as the Royal Guard poured forward into the room.