William Ann nodded, hastily putting the cover on her jar. Silence inspected her trap again, then took William Ann by the shoulder and pulled her to the side of the roadway. The underbrush was thicker there, as the road tended to wind through breaks in the canopy. Men sought out places in the Forests where they could see the sky.
The men came along eventually. Silent, illuminated by a jar of glowpaste each. Fortfolk didn"t talk at night. They pa.s.sed the trap, which Silence had placed on the narrowest section of roadway. She held her breath, watching the horses pa.s.s, step after step missing the lump that marked the board. William Ann covered her ears, hunkering down.
A hoof hit the trap. Nothing happened. Silence released an annoyed breath. What would she do if the firestarter was broken? Could she find another way to- The explosion struck her, the wave of force shaking her body. Shades vanished in a blink, green eyes snapping open. Horses reared and whinnied, men yelling.
Silence shook off her stupefaction, grabbing William Ann by the shoulder and pulling her out of hiding. Her trap had worked better than she"d a.s.sumed; the burning rag had allowed the horse who had triggered the trap to take a few steps before the blast hit. No blood, just a lot of surprised horses and confused men. The little keg of gunpowder hadn"t done as much damage as she"d antic.i.p.ated-the stories of what gunpowder could do were often as fanciful as stories of the Homeland-but the sound had been incredible.
Silence"s ears rang as she fought through the confused men, finding what she"d hoped to see. Chesterton"s corpse lay on the ground, dumped from his saddleback by a bucking horse and a frayed rope. She grabbed the corpse under the arms and William Ann took the legs. They moved sideways into the Forests.
"Idiots!" Red bellowed from amid the confusion. "Stop her! It-"
He cut off as shades swarmed the roadway, descending upon the men. Red had managed to keep his horse under control, but now he had to dance it back from the shades. Enraged, they had turned pure black, though the blast of light and fire had obviously left them dazed. They fluttered about, like moths around a flame. Green eyes. A small blessing. If those turned red ...
One bounty hunter, standing on the road and spinning about, was struck. His back arched, black-veined tendrils crisscrossing his skin. He dropped to his knees, screaming as the flesh of his face shrank around his skull.
Silence turned away. William Ann watched the fallen man with a horrified expression.
"Slowly, child," Silence said in what she hoped was a comforting voice. She hardly felt comforting. "Carefully. We can move away from them. William Ann. Look at me."
The girl turned to look at her.
"Hold my eyes. Move. That"s right. Remember, the shades will go to the source of the fire first. They are confused, stunned. They can"t smell fire like they do blood, and they"ll look from it to the nearest sources of quick motion. Slowly, easily. Let the scrambling city men distract them."
The two of them eased into the Forests with excruciating deliberateness. In the face of so much chaos, so much danger, their pace felt like a crawl. Red organized a resistance. Fire-crazed shades could be fought, destroyed, with silver. More and more would come, but if the men were clever and lucky, they"d be able to destroy those nearby and then move slowly away from the source of the fire. They could hide, survive. Maybe.
Unless one of them accidentally drew blood.
Silence and William Ann stepped through a field of mushrooms that glowed like the skulls of rats and broke silently beneath their feet. Luck was not completely with them, for as the shades shook off their disorientation from the explosion, a pair of them on the outskirts turned and struck out toward the fleeing women.
William Ann gasped. Silence deliberately set down Chesterton"s shoulders, then took out her knife. "Keep going," she whispered. "Pull him away. Slowly, girl. Slowly."
"I won"t leave you!"
"I will catch up," Silence said. "You aren"t ready for this."
She didn"t look to see if William Ann obeyed, for the shades-figures of jet black streaking across the white-k.n.o.bbed ground-were upon her. Strength was meaningless against shades. They had no real substance. Only two things mattered: moving quickly and not letting yourself be frightened.
Shades were dangerous, but so long as you had silver, you could fight. Many a man died because he ran, drawing even more shades, rather than standing his ground.
Silence swung at the shades as they reached her. You want my daughter, h.e.l.lbound? she thought with a snarl. You should have tried for the city men instead.
She swept her knife through the first shade, as Grandmother had taught. Never creep back and cower before shades. You"re Forescout blood. You claim the Forests. You are their creature as much as any other. As am I ...
Her knife pa.s.sed through the shade with a slight tugging feeling, creating a shower of bright white sparks that sprayed out of the shade. The shade pulled back, its black tendrils writhing about one another.
Silence spun on the other. The pitch sky let her see only the thing"s eyes, a horrid green, as it reached for her. She lunged.
Its spectral hands were upon her, the icy cold of its fingers gripping her arm below the elbow. She could feel it. Shade fingers had substance; they could grab you, hold you back. Only silver warded them away. Only with silver could you fight.
She rammed her arm in farther. Sparks shot out its back, spraying like a bucket of wash water. Silence gasped at the horrid, icy pain. Her knife slipped from fingers she could no longer feel. She lurched forward, falling to her knees as the second shade fell backward, then began spinning about in a mad spiral. The first one flopped on the ground like a dying fish, trying to rise, but its top half fell over.
The cold of her arm was so bitter. She stared at the wounded arm, watching the flesh of her hand wither upon itself, pulling in toward the bone.
She heard weeping.
You stand there, Silence. Grandmother"s voice. Memories of the first time she"d killed a shade. You do as I say. No tears! Forescouts don"t cry. Forescouts DON"T CRY.
She had learned to hate her that day. Ten years old, with her little knife, shivering and weeping in the night as her grandmother had enclosed her and a drifting shade in a ring of silver dust.
Grandmother had run around the perimeter, enraging it with motion. While Silence was trapped in there. With death.
The only way to learn is to do, Silence. And you"ll learn, one way or another!
"Mother!" William Ann said.
Silence blinked, coming out of the memory as her daughter dumped silver dust on the exposed arm. The withering stopped as William Ann, choking against her thick tears, dumped the entire pouch of emergency silver over the hand. The metal reversed the withering, and the skin turned pink again, the blackness melting away in sparks of white.
Too much, Silence thought. William Ann had used all of the silver dust in her haste, far more than one wound needed. It was difficult to summon any anger, for feeling flooded back into her hand and the icy cold retreated.
"Mother?" William Ann asked. "I left you, as you said. But he was so heavy, I didn"t get far. I came back for you. I"m sorry. I came back for you!"
"Thank you," Silence said, breathing in. "You did well." She reached up and took her daughter by the shoulder, then used the once-withered hand to search in the gra.s.s for Grandmother"s knife. When she brought it up, the blade was blackened in several places but still good.
Back on the road, the city men had made a circle and were holding off the shades with silver-tipped spears. The horses had all fled or been consumed. Silence fished on the ground, coming up with a small handful of silver dust. The rest had been expended in the healing. Too much.
No use worrying about that now, she thought, stuffing the handful of dust in her pocket. "Come," she said, hauling herself to her feet. "I"m sorry I never taught you to fight them."
"Yes you did," William Ann said, wiping her tears. "You"ve told me all about it."
Told. Never shown. Shadows, Grandmother. I know I disappoint you, but I won"t do it to her. I can"t. But I am a good mother. I will protect them.
The two left the mushrooms, taking up their grisly prize again and tromping through the Forests. They pa.s.sed more darkened shades floating toward the fight. All of those sparks would draw them. The city men were dead. Too much attention, too much struggle. They"d have a thousand shades upon them before the hour was out.
Silence and William Ann moved slowly. Though the cold had mostly retreated from Silence"s hand, there was a lingering ... something. A deep shiver. A limb touched by the shades wouldn"t feel right for months.
That was far better than what could have happened. Without William Ann"s quick thinking, Silence could have become a cripple. Once the withering settled in-that took a little time, though it varied-it was irreversible.
Something rustled in the woods. Silence froze, causing William Ann to stop and glance about.
"Mother?" William Ann whispered.
Silence frowned. The night was so black, and they"d been forced to leave their lights. Something"s out there, she thought, trying to pierce the darkness. What are you? G.o.d Beyond, protect them if the fighting had drawn one of the Deepest Ones.
The sound did not repeat. Reluctantly, Silence continued on. They walked for a good hour, and in the darkness Silence hadn"t realized they"d neared the roadway again until they stepped onto it.
Silence heaved out a breath, setting down their burden and rolling her tired arms in their joints. Some light from the Starbelt filtered down upon them, illuminating something like a large jawbone to their left. The Old Bridge. They were almost home. The shades here weren"t even agitated; they moved with their lazy, almost b.u.t.terfly, gaits.
Her arms felt so sore. That body felt as if it were getting heavier every moment. Men often didn"t realize how heavy a corpse was. Silence sat down. They"d rest for a time before continuing on. "William Ann, do you have any water left in your canteen?"
William Ann whimpered.
Silence started, then scrambled to her feet. Her daughter stood beside the bridge, and something dark stood behind her. A green glow suddenly illuminated the night as the figure took out a small vial of glowpaste. By that sickly light, Silence could see that the figure was Red.
He held a dagger to William Ann"s neck. The city man had not fared well in the fighting. One eye was now a milky white, half his face blackened, his lips pulled back from his teeth. A shade had gotten him across the face. He was lucky to be alive.
"I figured you"d come back this way," he said, the words slurred by his shriveled lips. Spittle dripped from his chin. "Silver. Give me your silver."
His knife ... it was common steel.
"Now!" he roared, pulling the knife closer to William Ann"s neck. If he so much as nicked her, the shades would be upon them in heartbeats.
"I only have the knife," William Ann lied, taking it out and tossing it to the ground before him. "It"s too late for your face, Red. That withering has set in."
"I don"t care," he hissed. "Now the body. Step away from it, woman. Away!"
Silence stepped to the side. Could she get to him before he killed William Ann? He"d have to grab that knife. If she sprang just right ...
"You killed my men," Red growled. "They"re dead, all of them. G.o.d, if I hadn"t rolled into the hollow ... I had to listen to it. Listen to them being slaughtered!"
"You were the only smart one," she said. "You couldn"t have saved them, Red."
"b.i.t.c.h! You killed them."
"They killed themselves," she whispered. "You come to my Forests, take what is mine? It was your men or my children, Red."
"Well, if you want your child to live through this, you"ll stay very still. Girl, pick up that knife."
Whimpering, William Ann knelt. Red mimicked her, staying just behind her, watching Silence, holding the knife steady. William Ann picked up the knife in trembling hands.
Red pulled the silver knife from William Ann, then held it in one hand, the common knife at her neck in the other. "Now the girl is going to carry the corpse, and you"re going to wait right there. I don"t want you coming near."
"Of course," Silence said, already planning. She couldn"t afford to strike right now. He was too careful. She would follow through the Forests, along the road, and wait for a moment of weakness. Then she"d strike.
Red spat to the side.
Then a padded crossbow bolt shot from the night and took him in the shoulder, jolting him. His blade slid across William Ann"s neck and a dribble of blood ran down it. The girl"s eyes widened in horror, though it was little more than a nick. The danger to her throat wasn"t important.
The blood was.
Red tumbled back, gasping, hand to his shoulder. A few drops of blood glistened on his knife. The shades in the Forests around them went black. Glowing green eyes burst alight, then deepened to crimson.
Red eyes in the night. Blood in the air.
"Oh, h.e.l.l!" Red screamed. "Oh, h.e.l.l." Red eyes swarmed around him. There was no hesitation here, no confusion. They went straight for the one who had drawn blood.
Silence reached for William Ann as the shades descended. Red grabbed the girl around and shoved her through a shade, trying to stop it. He spun and dashed the other direction.
William Ann pa.s.sed through the shade, her face withering, skin pulling in at the chin and around the eyes. She stumbled through the shade and into Silence"s arms.
Silence felt an immediate, overwhelming panic.
"No! Child, no. No. No ..."
William Ann worked her mouth, making a choking sound, her lips pulling back toward her teeth, her eyes open wide as her skin pulled back and her eyelids shriveled.
Silver. I need silver. I can save her. Silence snapped her head up, clutching William Ann. Red ran down the roadway, slashing the silver dagger all about, spraying light and sparks. Shades surrounded him. Hundreds, like ravens flocking to a roost.
Not that way. The shades would finish with him soon and would look for flesh-any flesh. William Ann still had blood on her neck. They"d come for her next. Even without that, the girl was withering fast.
The dagger wouldn"t be enough to save William Ann. Silence needed dust, silver dust, to force down her daughter"s throat. Silence fumbled in her pocket, coming out with the small bit of silver dust there.
Too little. She knew that would be too little. Her grandmother"s training calmed her mind, and everything became immediately clear.
The waystop was close. She had more silver there.
"M ... Mother ..."
Silence heaved William Ann into her arms. Too light, the flesh drying. Then she turned and ran with everything she had across the bridge.
Her arms stung, weakened from having hauled the corpse so far. The corpse ... she couldn"t lose it!
No. She couldn"t think on that. The shades would have it, as warm enough flesh, soon after Red was gone. There would be no bounty. She had to focus on William Ann.
Silence"s tears felt cold on her face as she ran, wind blowing her. Her daughter trembled and shook in her arms, spasming as she died. She"d become a shade if she died like this.
"I won"t lose you!" Silence said into the night. "Please. I won"t lose you ..."
Behind her, Red screamed a long, wailing screech of agony that cut off at the end as the shades feasted. Near her, other shades stopped, eyes deepening to red.
Blood in the air. Eyes of crimson.
"I hate you," Silence whispered into the air as she ran. Each step was agony. She was growing old. "I hate you! What you did to me. What you did to us."
She didn"t know if she was speaking to Grandmother or the G.o.d Beyond. So often, they were the same in her mind. Had she ever realized that before?
Branches lashed at her as she pushed forward. Was that light ahead? The waystop?
Hundreds upon hundreds of red eyes opened in front of her. She stumbled to the ground, spent, William Ann like a heavy bundle of branches in her arms. The girl trembled, her eyes rolled back in her head.
Silence held out the small bit of silver dust she"d recovered earlier. She longed to pour it on William Ann, save her a little pain, but she knew with clarity that was a waste. She looked down, crying, then took the pinch and made a small circle around the two of them. What else could she do?
William Ann shook with a seizure as she rasped, drawing in breaths and clawing at Silence"s arms. The shades came by the dozens, huddling around the two of them, smelling the blood. The flesh.
Silence pulled her daughter close. She should have gone for the knife after all; it wouldn"t heal William Ann, but she could have at least fought with it.
Without that, without anything, she failed. Grandmother had been right all along.
"Hush now, my dear one ..." Silence whispered, squeezing her eyes shut. "Be not afraid."