Yniss channelled his life energy along forefinger and thumb into the harmonic pool by which he knelt, from where it spread throughout the land, bringing glory where it touched. Pipes concealed beneath the statue"s thumb and forefinger fed water from an underground spring into the pool beneath the statue"s outstretched hand.
Some believed the statue and its precisely measured water flow was the final piece in the completion of the harmony, a circle of life in effect. Auum believed in the energy that maintained the earth but the statue had been created by elves, not their G.o.ds. It was not credible to believe anything deific had been bestowed upon it.
Auum and Serrin knelt before pool and statue and prayed to Yniss to preserve them for the tasks to come. Auum felt his prayer uncertain for the first time in his life and realised it was because, uniquely, he felt uncomfortable in here. When he caught Serrin"s gaze he knew the Silent felt the same way too.
"Walk behind me," said Auum.
Serrin nodded. Auum kept the pool close on his right and walked around by the statue of Yniss. It was not unheard of for the temple to be empty but it was for the doors to the contemplation chambers and reading cells to be free of guards. Within, all the greatest treasures of the elven religion were kept. A lone figure was approaching along the pa.s.sageway towards them. Auum felt a euphoric relief.
"Sildaan," he said. "We feared the temple taken. There"s blood all over the stones."
Sildaan started, stared open-mouthed and just about managed to continue walking forward. She made a quick glance back over her shoulder.
"I wasn"t expecting to see you," she said. "You aren"t due here." Sildaan was wearing the robes of a scripture priest, every part of the cream material sewn with favourite quotes and maxims. She appeared distracted and a little confused. Auum"s presence seemed to unsettle her.
"You"re in shock. I"m sorry we weren"t here to help repel the strangers." Auum paused. "Sildaan. Where is everyone? The TaiGethen. The priests?"
Sildaan frowned. "Why are you here?"
"Men are here. Their mark is all over the forest. Or it was."
Sildaan"s head came up sharply. "What do you mean?"
"I am TaiGethen," said Auum. "I am a cleanser of the rainforest."
Sildaan gaped. "It was you?" you?"
Auum shared a look with Serrin. The Silent Priest spread his hands. He didn"t understand her either. Auum tried again.
"There were twenty men approaching the temple. We spared one to take the story back to whoever brought him here. We tracked him here. We feared others had sacked the temple. We"re blessed to be wrong."
Sildaan had paled but she managed a smile.
"The temple is secure," she said, looking over her shoulder again.
"What"s wrong, Sildaan? There"s no danger back there. But we need to place guards. Where are the TaiGethen?"
Sildaan gestured behind her. "I"ve forgotten something. If you"ll excuse me?"
"Of course. Yniss bless you, Sildaan, we are very happy to see you alive."
Sildaan"s smile was thin. She turned. A moment too late as it proved.
"Sildaan. It"s time to go. I"m sick of whining mages. Where are-"
The voice belonged to a man. One of two striding out of one of the cells a few doors down the corridor and marching towards the temple dome as if he owned it. Auum"s twin blades hissed out, everything Sildaan had said, her every reaction, horribly clear now. He cursed himself blind. Serrin"s body was rigid, the rage dragging a hiss from his lips. His hands shaped into claws.
The men pulled up short just behind Sildaan, staring at Serrin and Auum. One smiled.
"Good of you to let me live," he said in good modern elvish. Haleth. That"s what the others had called him. "Not where you thought I"d lead you, eh?"
"Your reprieve was only ever temporary," said Auum.
He moved towards the man, already knowing where he would strike. Sildaan blocked his path and placed a hand on his chest. She was a priest. He could do nothing but acquiesce. For now.
"You will not spill blood in this temple," she said, all traces of vagueness gone from her voice and a hard strength in its place that Auum didn"t recognise.
"Elven blood, no," said Auum. "I will wait for you outside, cascarg. They are dead already."
"Back off, Auum. You don"t know what you"re dealing with," said Sildaan.
"I am dealing with a man who saw all his friends die. He knows he cannot beat me. You know you cannot stop me getting him. Or his friend."
"Please, Auum," said Sildaan. "There are powers at work here you cannot beat. The TaiGethen are finished. Go run the rainforest. Your work in Aryndeneth is done."
Auum recoiled as if slapped, his blades flat against his legs. Confusion roared through him. He couldn"t gainsay her. He was merely a bodyguard, not of the temple elite. Authority under Yniss had to be maintained. He was dismissed. There was nothing he could do. He backed off a pace, switching his gaze to Haleth, who flashed his eyebrows and waved a goodbye hand.
Auum could not disobey her. And Serrin should not. Within the temple walls at least. But these were times when nothing was certain. The Silent stalked into the gap and gripped Sildaan"s neck with one long-fingered hand, his sharpened nail points digging in where he gripped.
"Auum is my guard. He does my work. I order him to ignore the words of a traitor," hissed Serrin, having to drag every word out under the dome.
Sildaan"s eyes widened. Her hand went to her belt only to find Serrin"s other clamping down on her wrist. Auum growled and once again looked at Haleth. The smugness was gone from the man"s face and he muttered a curse Auum did not understand. Auum"s blades came to ready.
Haleth was smart. He stepped behind Sildaan and held a dagger past the side of her head, its point coming to rest a hair"s breadth from Serrin"s left eye. Serrin froze. The other man turned and called out. Auum could not understand the human language but very quickly there was the sound of hurrying feet. Four men came down the corridor. None were warriors. There was a brief exchange and the quartet began to make small hand movements, odd gestures and mutterings. The air cooled. Auum felt a throbbing in his body and an uncomfortable pulling sensation.
The other man cleared his throat and addressed himself to Auum and Serrin.
"Now what"s going to happen is that the sharp-fingered one is going to let Sildaan go. He will do so very carefully or Haleth may stumble and he will die in a sheet of pain. And you, my TaiGethen friend, will sheathe your blades and walk backwards until you can feel the statue behind you. I will then move in the opposite direction with Sildaan and we can all make our escapes. Be a.s.sured that if you feel you still want us dead, my colleagues here will freeze you such that a flick of my finger will shatter you to a million fragments. Do I make myself clear?"
Auum shrugged. "I can kill all of you before you make the first cell door."
"Auum, you can"t," said Sildaan. "I know you hate me but believe this. I have seen what these mages can do. There is no TaiGethen fast enough to outrun one of their castings."
"What is a "mage"?" said Auum, staring at them. Helpless, unarmed humans. "They do not frighten me."
Haleth laughed. "Of course. Not seen magic before, have you? Perhaps a little demonstration?"
"No!" snapped Sildaan. "You will do no such thing. Auum, please, I implore you. Do what Garan says. Survive today and do what you will tomorrow."
"I will come after you," said Auum.
"So be it. What I am doing makes the Ynissul stronger. It will return us to where we belong."
Auum closed his eyes briefly, an intense sadness in his heart. "Anything that destroys the harmony and goes against Takaar can only finish us. We will stop you."
"It is already too late for that," said Sildaan.
Serrin had released Sildaan"s throat and wrist and stepped back away from the heretic priestess. The cascarg. Traitor. Auum had a clear run on her and Garan but Serrin gestured him to hold his thought. The Silent knew him too well. Auum reached up and sheathed his twin short blades in the scabbards on his back. He took a pace back, then another, as slowly as he could muster.
Garan smiled.
"Why thank you," he said.
He shouted something in the human language and dragged Sildaan over backwards, the pair of them crashing to the floor.
"No! NO!" yelled Sildaan.
Down the pa.s.sageway, the mages all opened their eyes and brought their hands together. Auum knew in that instant that Sildaan had been telling the truth. He grabbed Serrin by the arm, dragged him around and pushed him into a run. He held a hand against his priest"s back and sprinted towards the statue of Yniss.
The air pressed in on Auum"s ears. It chilled and froze. He could feel the ice on his neck and the back of his head. There was a roaring sound all around him. He heaved his hand forward, practically throwing Serrin over the left arm of Yniss. The pair of them plunged into the harmonic pool. Auum held on, and with his free hand grabbed a feed pipe beneath the hand of the statue.
An extraordinary cold pa.s.sed overhead. The pool froze. Inch upon inch of ice formed in a moment, crackling and spitting, forcing down towards them. Serrin was beginning to struggle in his grasp. Auum cupped his priest"s chin, forcing the ula to look at him. He saw the panic in Serrin"s eyes and shook his head. Auum put a hand to his heart, the gesture of trust for a TaiGethen. Serrin calmed.
Auum let him go and looked up. The ice was thick but not impenetrable. The water around them was cold. Colder than anything he had ever experienced. He had about six feet of water between the base of the pool and the thick ice above his head. He could see no movement around the pool yet but it wouldn"t be long.
Auum chose the centre of the pool. He drew both blades and turned them hilt up in his hands. He smacked them both against the underside of the ice again and again, watching for the telltale lattice of cracks. Same as for cracking a dried mudslide. He hoped the other part worked as well.
Serrin saw what he was doing. Auum switched his grip, pointed the blade tips up. Serrin grabbed at his waist and hauled him to the bottom of the pool, allowing him to crouch and stare up at the tiny weakness he had made. Auum nodded at Serrin.
The priest let him go.
Auum powered up. His feet were planted, his thighs, honed from a life running in the forests of Hausolis and Calaius, did not fail him. He focused on the lattice of cracks, and hammered his blade tips into them, praying to Yniss that he had done enough. Praying his blades did not shatter.
He had the blades right in front of his face, his elbows tight into his chest to soak up the impact. At the last, he tucked his head in and trusted Yniss to guide his hands. Auum felt the blades strike the underside of the ice. He heard cracking and popping. He felt the frozen layer give.
Auum exploded through the shattering remains of the ice, roaring in a fresh breath, exulting in the warmth that had already invaded the temple to cover the cold the mages had used to try and kill him. He brought his arms to his sides, fury making him shudder. The men were just gathering at the side of the pool. Mages, whatever the h.e.l.l they were, admiring their work. Haleth too, tracking his movements, his mouth hanging open.
Someone was shouting a warning. Auum landed on the lip of the pool, already moving forward. Around him, the mages were backing off, muttering and gesturing again. Auum thrashed his blades around left to right, the leading edge of the right blade cutting through the face of one mage, that of the left blade thumping into the arm of another.
Auum balanced instantly on his right leg and kicked out high with his left, the flat of his foot slamming into a third mage"s nose. He drew the leg back in, still balanced on his left, and roundhoused the last of them, the top of his foot slapping into the mage"s ear, sending him clattering to the floor.
"Shorth take you to eternal torment," he said.
His path was clear to Haleth. The man had a blade drawn. He crabbed sideways, looking for an angle. Auum ran forward, dropped and slid across the slick stone floor. Haleth tried to chop down with his sword. Auum"s feet crashed into the man"s knees. His own blades crossed above him, catching Haleth"s blow.
Haleth fell sideways. Auum pivoted on his right knee and rose smoothly to his feet. Haleth scrabbled back, trying desperately to get his sword in front of him and his feet beneath him. Auum stood over him.
"Pathetic," he said. "Reprieve over."
Auum batted Haleth"s blade aside with one blade and punctured his heart with the other. He withdrew the blade and turned back to the mages. All four were still alive. Auum strode forwards and drove his right blade into the chest of a screaming mage already pouring blood from a deep gash in his face that had ripped his lower lip down to his chin, taken an eye and cut his nose to hang across one cheek. Stopping his heart was a blessing he did not deserve. His blood defiled the stone of Yniss"s temple.
To his left, the one with the smashed nose was back on his feet and running towards the doors. Not a backward glance at his injured comrades. Hardly a surprise. Auum dropped the blade from his left hand, pulled a jaqrui throwing crescent from his belt pouch, c.o.c.ked his arm and threw in one smooth motion.
The cruel blade whispered away and buried itself in the back of the mage"s neck. Auum turned. Serrin was hauling himself out of the pool, nodding that he was fine. Auum picked up his blade. The mage he had roundhoused was barely conscious. Auum ensured the next time he opened his eyes it would be in the presence of Shorth. The last survivor stared at his ruined arm, too shocked by pain to be afraid.
Auum stalked over to him. He saw his blade had half-severed the arm and cut deep into the mage"s stomach. Blood was pooling quickly beneath him.
"Your blood will feed my forest. Your soul will shriek in endless torment. Nothing can save you."
He turned to run back around the statue after Sildaan and Garan. Serrin stopped him with a curt hand gesture. He indicated the main doors and the two trotted outside.
"Live today, Auum."
"We have to take the head from the beast," said Auum.
Serrin carried on running, straight into the rainforest to the right of the stone ap.r.o.n.
"a.s.semble the faithful. Then return."
"How do we know who they are? Sildaan has betrayed us. Sildaan. Who else?"
Serrin sighed and stopped where they could see the temple but were hidden by the embracing foliage. Auum felt detached. It wasn"t shock at what he"d seen inside the temple, more a cold dread at what they faced. Serrin"s eyes were br.i.m.m.i.n.g with tears.
"We will start with your brothers and sisters." Serrin put a hand on Auum"s shoulder and kissed his forehead. "You saved my life."
Auum inclined his head. "And I will be here to do so again for as long as you need me at your side."
"You are destined for better things than guarding Silent Priests."
Serrin was frowning and Auum could see his eyes had misted over.
"We"ll get Aryndeneth back," said Auum. "We"ll right this wrong. Yniss will not turn from us."
"Can"t you feel it, Auum? Everything we believe in. All that we are as elves is at risk. The blood of men is staining the floor of our temple and an Ynissul priest invited them inside. The harmony is failing."
"That is an inescapable conclusion." Auum"s smile was hollow. "Talkative for a Silent Priest, aren"t you?"
"These are unusual times. And they call for unusual solutions."
"Meaning?"
Auum could see Serrin nagging at his lower lip as he wondered whether to say what he wanted to suggest.
"The threads will tear themselves apart. The elves will be in conflict again. Just like the War of Bloods."
"Worse," said Auum. "This time, we don"t have Takaar to unite us."
Serrin stared at him. "Don"t be so sure."
Auum almost lost his balance.
"He will not come. He turned his back ten years ago. We don"t know if he is even still alive."
But despite his protestations Auum"s heart began to race and something that felt like hope coursed through his body.
"Do you really believe him dead? Takaar?" Serrin paused. "You have to find him, convince him. I have to take word of what"s happened here back to Ysundeneth, to Jarinn and Katyett. News of your mission too."
"I am your shadow. I will not leave you."